argued. âAnd wonât be happy doinâ it, either, Iâm guessinâ. Son, thereâs those here whoâd judge you not the wronged man here. That boy was clumsy, but heâs just a snip of a child and didnât merit yer boot. Youâll find later on dyinâ ought to follow a better grievance. Drink a little less and apologize a trifle more. Thatâd be my advice. I canât afford to lose a man before even settinâ out for Kansas.â
âBut heââ
âGet yerself back to the ranch, Danny Elton, before I lose my temper. Hear?â
âYes, sir,â the cowboy reluctantly agreed.
âYou others, too,â the rancher commanded, and the remaining drovers stumbled toward the door.
âYou did that jusâ fine,â Pinto observed.
âAinât bad boys,â Dotham said by way of apology. âJust young. All I got, though.â
âShorthanded?â Pinto asked.
âNot as youâd know it. Twenty-eight men, and thatâs just my half of the outfit.â
âI thought maybe you might need another man.â
âYou? I could, Lowery, but I signed on a full crew,â Dotham explained. âI wouldnât be able to pay you, and I never hire a job done I canât pay for. Breeds ill feelings.â
âSure,â Pinto said, dropping his gaze.
âStill, thereâs my partner. And neighbor. Ryan Richardson. He runs the Double R. Might buy them other horses, too. Just head north from town. Toward Decatur. Three miles up and on yer right. Canât miss it. House is a big one with a gabled roof.â
âMight ride out and have a talk with him.â
âTell him I suggested it. And that you know Bob Toney.â
âSure,â Pinto said, turning toward the door. âThanks fer de conversation, Mr. Dotham. Good luck to you, too.â
âMight be Iâll need it,â Dotham muttered. âGood luck to you as well.â
âMight need some my own self,â Pinto answered as he stepped out the door. Might indeed!
Chapter 6
The Double R Ranch wasnât at all what Pinto had expected. On the short ride out from Defiance heâd seen only the same windswept plain and spotted hills that spread north of Fort Worth toward the Red River. But now, east of the dusty market road, a tall gabled house rose from a grove of peach trees. It was as if Pinto Lowery had suddenly been swept through time and space to one of the Virginia manor houses encountered during his soldier days.
âItâs a place to remember,â Pinto remarked. And he judged Ryan Richardson to be that sort of man, too. Not many who had lived through the dark days of the war and the hard times that followed had kept dreams kindled. Pinto Lowery hadnât. This Richardson, though, was even now adding rooms off the west side of his house. Moreover, the walls were built of flat gray stone. Yes, here was a place to last.
Pinto couldnât help staring at the wide veranda and the tall, symmetrical windows that flanked two heavy wooden front doors. Even when he dismounted, his eyes remained on the grand house. So it was that when a gangly boy of fifteen or so suddenly called out, Pinto responded with a start.
âTalkinâ at me?â Pinto cried.
âNobody elseâs come ridinâ up to my house with half a dozen horses,â the sandy-haired youngster barked. âGot business here?â
âThought to have,â Pinto answered, giving the big black a stroke across his white nose and nodding at the other animals. âNameâs Lowery. I raise horses.â
âThese look toâve raised âemselves,â the boy pointed out. âRange ponies. âCept for that chestnut there. Sheâs no accident.â
âNo, sir,â Pinto agreed. âHalf a yearâs labor paid for her. But thatâs not what brung me here. I come through Defiance town and sold some animals to a fellow
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