“All right. It’s a deal at seventeen,” Sutherland agreed.
“I can depend on that?” Robin inquired.
Sutherland frowned.
“My word’s never been doubted. What you mean?”
“Nobody’s doubtin’ it now,” Robin smiled broadly. “I just wanted to be sure you wouldn’t change your mind. I’ll have the last of the T Bar S’s picked up in a few days. Where do you want me to deliver?”
“Just a minute,” Shining Mark broke in crisply. “Before you consider that deal closed I’d like to ask you who you bought the T Bar S from?”
“I don’t know what your interest in the matter is,” Robin answered him coolly. “But since you ask polite it’s natural I’d buy from the man that owns it, Jim Bond of Helena.”
“Have you got a bill of sale, and the brand transferred to your name?” Mark asked slowly.
Robin’s lip curled as he looked at Steele and made his bluff good.
“I’m proceedin’ to sell the T Bar S lock, stock an’ barrel to Adam Sutherland,” he said. “You can take it I know enough about the cow business to have a clear title.”