“I don’t see through Routt,” said Gergue. “I don’t see what he’s got on his mind.”
“Looks to me that he’s plain ornery,” Amos suggested.
“I guess that’s right.”
“But that don’t get us anywheres. I’d like to have him let Wint alone.”
“He’d ought to.”
“How can we make him let Wint alone?” Amos asked.
Peter considered that, fingers rummaging about the back of his head. “Routt’s looking for something,” he said. “Maybe he wants to be prosecuting attorney. Or something. I don’t know.”
“He never will be,” said Amos.
“I guess that’s right.”
“Not as long as I can swing any votes here.”