“Want me to sing it?” grunted the doctor. “Of course I’m sure. He’ll be as well as ever in a week. The first thing, after he’s up, you’ve got to make him do something.”
“What’s that?”
“Why, steer him over to the Star-A, and make him shake hands with Dunbar.”
“I’ll do it, doc, and I’ll begin by shaking hands with Dunbar myself.”
They had reached the point where the north and south trail branched, the branch leading to the Star-A ranch.
Phelps rode up to Dunbar, and offered his hand. Dunbar lost no time in taking it. The hand grip went around, Perry, Mrs. Dunbar, Buffalo Bill, and Benner all coming in for their share of the reconciliation.
“Peace on the Brazos from now henceforward, eh, Phelps?” asked Benner.
“Yes,” replied Phelps. “I’ve had enough of the squabbling.”
“Same here. Red Thunderbolt’s out of the running, too. I’ll hand five hundred over to Wild Bill and the baron, if you will?”
“I’ll send the money this afternoon.”