"I think it is. And until I know it isn't I have a right to come here, and so has my husband."
Garland shrugged his shoulders. "I'm only telling you our instructions. I may as well tell you Braden wouldn't want your husband coming here. They're not friends, I guess. You'd better tell him to keep away."
"My husband will go where he likes without asking Mr. Braden's permission."
"We're working for Braden," said Garland, "and what he says goes. We don't want any trouble with anybody, but we're going to carry out our instructions."
"I'll tell my husband," Faith returned. "Good-bye."
Garland and Poole watched her out of sight and stared at each other.
"Now what do you think of that?" the former asked.
"Darned if I know. She seemed sure. But Braden ought to know what he's about."
"He ought to," Garland admitted. "He sold her father whatever land she has. He owns a whole bunch of it around here." He was silent for a moment. "I wonder if he's putting something over; I wonder if she does own this, and Braden has framed something on her?"
"Her deed would show what she owns."