himself Nelson Canby. He seems to be kind of the boss. They call him Nels, and another one is Abel Avery. Tell you the truth, I never did get the name of another feller who sometimes comes with âem. I think they called him Slim or Slick or somethinâ like that. Donât none of âem look much like horse traders. More like hard cases, you ask me.â
âMind if we look at some of your horses? I might be interested in meeting Killdeer or the men who bring you the horses you buy.â
âHelp yourself,â Claude said. âLong as you donât hold up none of the work.â He took his foot down from the stump and walked over to a tree that had been skidded there and began to trim the limbs. He worked fast and hit hard and made short work of the job.
âJethro, you can skid thisân up to the loading ramp,â he called to a man who was leading one of the skid horses.
Brad climbed back up in the saddle and motioned for Julio to follow him.
They rode up alongside, Joe who was looking at some horses tethered to a fallen tree. They were in harness and had blinders on their bridles.
âYou checking the brands, Joe?â Brad asked, keeping his voice pitched low, just above a whisper.
âYep,â Joe said. âTheyâre all wearinâ different brands. And all the brands look like double stamps.â
âWhatâs that?â Brad asked.
âLike somebody used a running iron to change the brands. So itâs hard to figure out right off just what the original brand was.â
âDamn,â Brad said. âI was hoping we could find original brands and maybe find out who the thieves are.â
âWell, take a look at that horse closest to us,â Joe said. âThat brand on its hips looks smeared. Itâs got a slight shadow in the marking, which makes me think somebody took a hot iron and changed the brand.â
Brad looked at the brand. It did appear to be slightly askew, as if it had been altered. The brand that showed was a Bar E. The bar was fat, and there was a tiny streak of hair showing at its center. The âEâ was wavery, like something that could be seen in the bottom of a glass of water if the glass was jiggled a little.
Brad took the papers from his pocket that Cliff had given him. He looked down at the list of brands from the various ranchers whoâd had horses stolen from them.
âI think,â Joe said, âthat the âEâ once was originally an âF.â They just took a running iron and put a bottom on the âFâ to make it into an âE.ââ
âThereâs a Bar F listed here,â Brad said.
âYeah, thatâs Malcolm Foster. He lost twenty head.â
âWhat about the other brands?â Brad asked.
There was a dun with a cropped mane and tail that had what appeared to be a fresh brand on its hip. The edges of the brand were scabbed over and Brad saw traces of red in the hide there, which might have been blood.
âThat dun bears the brand of the Circle J,â Joe said. âAnd it sure looks like somebody switched it with a running iron. Hair ainât growed back much and you can see meat showinâ under the markings.â
Brad studied the list of ranch brands.
âThereâs a Box I here,â Brad said. âThe letter I closed in by a square.â
âThatâs Jerry Iversonâs brand,â Joe said. âYou look real close and can see where the circle is fatter on the corners. Somebody turned that box into a circle and added a pigtail at the bottom to turn it into a âJ.ââ
âWell, thatâs enough for me,â Brad said. âI learned from the boss there who is head man in this horse-thieving business.â
âWho would that be?â Joe asked.
âA half-breed name of Jordan Killdeer. Ever heard of him?â
âNope. Name doesnât ring no bell.â
âI also got the names of
Alexandra Amor
The Duke Next Door
John Wilcox
Clarence Major
David Perlmutter M. D., Alberto Villoldo Ph.d.
Susan Wiggs
Vicki Myron
Mack Maloney
Stephen L. Antczak, James C. Bassett
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