head of cattle to the various Navajo agency divisions. He hoped things went without a hitch. Sargeâs wife, Susie, would be glad when he returned to the Verde River Ranch.
Another concern was the house Chet had to get built for them on the Windmill. And maybe the US Government would pay their past bills for the cattle delivered so far. The amount due staggered him, but his banker said the government would pay it.
The three men walked the next two blocks discussing the night before when the two strange riders shadowed them.
âYou really think Raines has got them to settle?â Cole asked.
âThis morning, he came with an offer that we could have him for a thousand bucks. But they wouldnât clear his record for that amount. So I told them hell no, that weâd fight them.â
âIsnât it unusual to meet on a holiday?â
âI told Raines our lawyer from Santa Fe was on his way.â
âYou think that changed their minds?â
âYeah,â Jesus said. âWhen Chet told him that, he went white as a sheet.â
âHe didnât finish his breakfast, or even pay for it.â Chet chuckled at the thought of how the little lawyer had scuttled from the café.
âSo what do you think will happen now?â Cole asked.
âWeâll see here shortly.â
When they entered the courthouse, a deputy told them to follow him, then he relocked the back door. The building was semi-dark, no lights on anywhere as they made their way upstairs.
Their guide knocked and the deputy from the day before, Diego, opened the door. Four men sat at the long table, one of them a white-mustached man seated at the head. Chet suspected he was the sheriff. The man to his right looked judicial, and the other man in a suit looked like an official, probably the prosecutor. Raines made the fourth one in the party.
âPlease be seated,â Raines said.
The sheriff cleared his throat and stood. âThere may have been some misunderstandings. First, I found out youâre a Deputy US Marshal, sir?â
âI am.â
âI learned from a wire I got from US Marshal Sam Sloan in Santa Fe that we were incorrect in not allowing you access to our jail and helping you. For this, I apologize. It will not happen again. Are you satisfied?â
âIf you intend to allow me access, then I will not complain anymore.â
âWill you sign a form that your demands have been met?â
âAs we proceed, I will take it under consideration.â
âJudge Penso. Your turn to speak.â Sheriff Hernandez sat down.
âAfter a review of this case, I have decided to set aside the conviction of JD Byrnes for horse stealing. He will be released today and his record cleared of all charges.â
âGood. Thank you. Now, I want compensation for the lost horses, his saddle, and personal things.â
They all looked shock-faced at each other.
âI think five hundred dollars might cover his losses.â
The sheriff made a face. âWe are turning him loose today and he has no record. You still want five hundred dollars?â
âHe wasnât guilty in the first place.â
The third man cut off any more talk. âThe county will pay you in the morning. Deputy Diego, go get the prisoner and his things.â
Raines handed Chet a court order that released and exonerated JD. Along with it was the paper Hernandez wanted signed. The third man gave him a note for five hundred dollars on the Socorro County account.
âThe money will be paid in the morning at my office,â the man said.
When JD walked in the room, Chet rose and hugged him. Boy, the lad felt lean in his arms.
âThank God. Is it ever good to see you, Chet. You, too, Jesus and Cole.â
âGood to see you.â
He turned to the four men. âGet me a pen and ink. Iâll sign this letter for you.â
Now that it was settled, he was eager to get moving. He had plenty to do.
Lynn Picknett, Clive Prince