"I'll mention to the boys that Morrow sold out the interests of the Three Bar while he was drawing down your pay. They'll pass sentence on him right sudden. Four hours from now they'll have dry-gulched him so far from nowhere that even the coyotes can't find him."
"Not that," she said. "Turn him over to the sheriff. You caught him in the act."
"In the act of missing a few cows on his detail. The sheriff would hold him almost an hour before he let him go."
"Then give him his check and send him off the Three Bar range," she said.
Harris waited till the herd had been worked and the men had gathered round the wagon. Then he handed Morrow a check.
"Here's your time," he said. "You can be leaving almost any time now."
Every man knew that Morrow had been caught at some piece of work contrary to the interests of the Three Bar. The discharged hand gave a short ugly laugh.
"As soon as you pussyfooted into the foreman's job I knew it was only a question of time," he said.
"Exactly," Harris returned. "Pack your stuff."
"A foreman has a scattering of a dozen or so men to back him up," Morrow observed with a shrug of one shoulder toward the rest of the men.