yet?â
âWhat are you gettinâ at?â Milt said sharply.
Pres ignored him. âDo you think you could talk him into selling it?â
âNo.â
âNot even,â Pres suggested slyly, âif I was to turn you up if you couldnât make him sell in a week?â
Milt remembered that Pres had already said he needed him. He realized suddenly that Pres Milo was a dull-witted man, that he had already tipped his hand. Milt seized on this shrewdly and he said immediately, âNo.â
âWhy not?â Pres asked, surprised.
âMaybe I donât want to,â Milt drawled. Pres was too surprised to answer, and Milt went on. âYou want this place. I want to know why.â
âYou ainât goinâ to,â Pres said in a hard voice.
Milt came slowly to his feet. âOkay, you can go to hell.â
Pres stood up, too. âFeelinâ salty, eh? Maybe Iâll just ride into town and see Phipps tonight and take you with me.â
Milt laughed. It was a brash, arrogant laugh that Pres had never heard before, and didnât like. âYou will like hell,â Milt drawled. âI wonât do you any good in jail. And I can do you some good outside of jail. You just said so.â
Presâs slow understanding took that in, and he realized bitterly that he had tipped his hand too soon. He needed Barronâs help, and Barron knew it. For a bleak three seconds, Pres contemplated shooting him, but plain, hard-headed sense cautioned him against it. Once already this lean-faced young man had led him into trouble with Will Danning. He should have been warned.
He considered Miltâs spare dark figure standing there, hands on hips, and he felt a grudging admiration for him. It occurred to him with slow conviction that if this Milt Barron was that quick in his thinking, it would be better to have him on his side, instead of fighting him. Afterward, when it was done, he could turn him up and have him safely in prison. All this ribboned through Presâs mind, and then he lowered his gun.
âIâll make a bargain with you,â he said.
âLetâs hear it.â
âYou help me get Danningâs place, and Iâll forget what I know about you.â
âThe trouble with saddle tramps like you,â Milt drawled, âis that you never forget. I still want to know why you want Danningâs place.â
Pres laughed. âIâll tell you. And youâll help me to get it. And like you said, I wonât forget. I donât see no reason why you shouldnât know.â
âThatâs what Iâm telling you,â Milt jeered.
âSit down. Thisâll take some time.â
Milt sat in the still-warm sand again, and again Pres hunkered down.
âThis here Pitchfork spread, including a big chunk of the Sevier Brakes, used to be owned by the Gold Seal Land and Development Company. It was bought from the railroad. This here was an eastern company, and they had a crooked manager. He bought the land from the railroad for fifteen cents an acre, told the company he bought it for a dollar an acre, and then kept the difference and jumped the country. Soonâs the company found out nobodyâd buy the land, they sent a man out here and he seen it was just a gravel pile. They was stuck for a big piece of money. Harkins is the only man that ever leased an acre of it. Well, I know these brakes pretty goodââ
âYouâve probably run enough stolen cattle through them, havenât you?â Milt said dryly.
âThatâs right,â Pres said, unperturbed. âI know âem pretty good, every trail, every canyon, every water hole. About six years back I come across somethinâ in one of those deep cuts over toward Sevier Creek. That ground was green, kind of like.â
Milt said sharply, âWhat does that mean?â
âThis one meant a copper deposit,â Pres said quietly. âI
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