You sold it to
Jack Purdy an' you knew he aimed to give it to me. What's more, your
eyesight an' hearin' is as good as mine. You seen me an' heard me in
the saloon an' you was scairt an' run an' hid in the harness room.
You're a coward, an' a crook, an' a damn liar! Wolf River don't need
you no more. You're a-comin' along with me an' fix Cinnabar up an'
then you're a-goin' to go down to the depot an' pick you out a train
that don't make no local stops an' climb onto it an' ride 'til you get
where the buffalo grass don't grow. That is, onless Cinnabar should
happen to cash in. If he does----"
"He won't! He won't! It's only chloral. A little strychnine will fix
him up."
"Better get busy then. 'Cause if he ain't to in an hour or so you're
a-goin' to flutter on the down end of a tight one. These here
cross-arms on the railroad's telegraph poles is good an' stout an' has
the added advantage of affordin' good observation for all, which if you
use a cottonwood there's always some that can't see good on account of
limbs an' branches bein' in the road----"
"Come over to the office 'til I get what I need and I'll bring him
around all right!" broke in the doctor and hurried away, with the
cowpuncher close at his heels.
CHAPTER V
ON THE FLAT
As Mayor Maloney had said, every rancher and nester within forty miles
of Wolf River had driven into town for the celebration.
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