"Listen. Morrow gave me a bill of sale from you calling for a hundred head of Three Bar she-stock, rebranded Triangle on the hip."
Slade nodded shortly.
"I gave Morrow that for two years' back pay when he quit. He could sell out to you if he liked."
"And now I want to sell out," Carp said. "And be gone from here."
"How many head have you got?" Slade asked.
"Three hundred head," Carp stated.
"You've increased right fast," Slade remarked. "I'd think you'd want to stay where you was doing so well. How much do you want?"
"Five dollars straight through," Carp said.
"Cheap enough," Slade answered. "If only a man was in the market." He looked straight at Carp and the man's eyes slipped away from Slade's steady gaze. "But I'm not buying. Likely Morrow will buy you out."
"Morrow ought to be here now," Carp stated. "He's coming to-night."