betterâhow it is out here.â
âOughtta let him go on and kill the dirty son,â Red said. âJohn Lee crossed the line a long time ago. Heâs no good.â
âMaybe thatâs what the boss hired these two to do?â Bell spoke for the first time. He had not been overly friendly with Matt or Sam.
âYou got something stuck in your throat, Bell,â Matt told him, âspit it out.â
âI donât like gunfighters. Never seen one yet who was able to do an honest dayâs work.â
âNeither me nor Sam asked for the name of gunfighter, Bell. And as far as work goes, both of us own ranches up north. Working ranches, paying ranches. I can ride anything with hair on it, rope just as good as the next man, and just to set the record straight, Iâd rather take a beatinâ than have to string wire.â
Bell looked at him for a moment, then a slow grin creased his lips. âI reckon youâll do, Bodine. Iâve just heard some bad things about you is all.â
âWhat things?â
âThat you like usinâ them guns of yours.â
âI canât say that I havenât enjoyed killing a few men. Child rapers and torturers. Back-shooting cold-blooded murderers. That type.â
Bell slowly nodded his head. âI hope you gut-shot âem,â he said and put the issue to rest.
For the next several days, Sam and Matt rode the sprawling range of the Circle S, familiarizing themselves with as much of it as possible. They talked as they rode.
âThereâs got to be more to it than what weâve been told,â Sam opined.
âMaybe not,â Matt disagreed. If he didnât disagree most of the time Sam would have thought him ill.
Sam waited, then looked at him. âIs that all? âMaybe notâ doesnât tell me much. Of course, that may be all that you have on your mindâconsidering the usual state of your mind.â He smiled.
âAll you have on your mind is Lisa,â Matt shot back. âAnd youâd better be careful, brother.â The last was said without a trace of humor.
âI know,â Sam said. âIt is very difficult being part of two worlds. It is a harmless flirtation, nothing more. I will not permit anything more.â
âYou might not have a say in the matter if she begins taking it seriously.â
âI know. But what am I to do, ignore her?â
Matt grinned. âNo. âCause if you do that, youâll make her mad, and then youâll really have hell to pay.â
âAfter all is said and done, there is no difference between women, red or white.â
They rode on for another mile or so in silence. Early summer, and it was already hot. After awhile they turned and began moving a herd of cattleâreally more than two men could handleâheading them back toward a range closer to the big house. It had been a very dry spring, and the cattle were ranging all over the place looking for graze.
Sparks and Dodge rode up and pitched in, giving the brothers a hand with the herd.
âI got to sell some,â Sparks said. âGot too many on the land.â
âLetâs round them up and drive them to market,â Matt replied.
Sparks chuckled without humor. âCanât get hands, Matt. Nobody wants to buck John Lee. Heâs put the word out that ridinâ for me is dangerous for your health.â
âHow long can you hold on, Jeff ?â
âNot long. They cut back on the garrison at Fort Stockton, and Fort Concho buys beeves from ranchers around there. I got to ship them by railroad. That means a long drive. And Iâd have to leave men behind to guard the ranch. John would burn me out.â
âThen that doesnât leave you but one option, does it, Jeff ?â
âWhat do you mean, Matt?â
âIf John Lee wonât let you and the others live in peace, then youâve got to get together and take out John