“I’m the sheriff of this county,” he announced, not going into the detail of his name. Mackenzie nodded his acknowledgment, the sheriff keeping his hungry eye on the pan. “I took a cut across here from servin’ some subpoenas in a murder case on some fellers up on Farewell Creek,” he explained, “to see how that feller Reid’s behavin’.”
“I haven’t heard any complaint,” Mackenzie told him, wondering why this official interest. The sheriff seemed satisfied with what he heard, and made no further inquiry or explanation until after he had eaten his supper. As he smoked a cracked cigar which he took from the pocket of his ornate vest, he talked.
“I didn’t know anything about that boy when Sullivan put him in here on the range,” he said, “but the other day I got a letter from the sheriff in Omaha askin’ me to keep my eye on him. The news of Reid’s killin’ Matt Hall got over to Omaha. You know Reid, he’s under sentence of three years in the pen.”
“I didn’t know.”
“Yeah. Daddy got him paroled to Sullivan’s sheep 171 ranch to serve it. If he breaks over here he goes to the pen. That’s the way he stands.”
“In that case, he’ll more than likely stay it out.”
“He will if he’s wise. He’s been a kind of a streak of wildness, the sheriff in Omaha said. Sent me his full history, three pages. Married somebody a year or so ago, but the old man got him out of that by buyin’ off the girl. Then he started out forgin’, and pushed it so hard the old man refused to make good any more. But he didn’t want to see the kid go to the pen, and he’s here. I got to keep my eye on him to see he don’t break over.”
The sheriff stretched out when he had finished his cigar and went to sleep in a blanket provided by his host. He was up with dawn, ready to resume his journey. Mackenzie pressed him to stay for breakfast, but he said he wanted to make a start before the sun and reach Sullivan’s ranch-house.
“Does Sullivan know how things stand with Reid?” Mackenzie inquired.
“I reckon he must. If he don’t he soon will. Kind of watch that feller, will you, and slip me word if he shows any signs of streakin’ out of the country.”