“More than we can stand. Much more of it, and the Box B will be ready for the auction block.”
A rider appeared on the trail from Dirty Water and they watched him approach the ranch.
“I’d just as soon see a snake coming,” grunted the foreman as he recognized the visitor as Hal Titzell, the cattle buyer.
Titzell dismounted easily and faced the foreman.
“Been around the valley a bit today,” he said, “and thought you might have a little choice stuff to sell. I’ve got a special order from a Chicago commission house. Top price for choice beef. What do you say?”
“Sorry Titzell, but you know we don’t do business with you.”
“I thought maybe you’d changed your mind. I heard your outfit was a little pressed for cash.”
“You heard wrong.”
“Maybe I’d better talk with your boss,” said the cattle buyer, starting toward the ranch house.
“Adam Marks is too sick to see you,” replied Joe, barring the way. “If I were you, I’d start back for Dirty Water.”