“You can’t threaten me, Ayres.”
“No, but I can make you a promise.”
Amos Baggs turned away, rubbing his palms on the arms of his chair.
“I don’t see why you ever came back here,” he said pettishly. “You’d be better off a long ways from here.”
“There’s a lot of things you don’t know, Amos. But there’s one thing you do know—you value your ears.”
Amos swung around in his chair, his weak eyes snapping.
“Let me tell you something, Ayres. Everybody knows you came back here to dig up that money you stole, and you might care to know that the officers are watching every move you make. And just remember, if they catch you with that money you took from the Wells Fargo—you’ll pay for that mighty steep.”
Len smiled thinly. It amused him to see Amos Baggs mad.
“Sheriff Ben Dillon and Breezy Hill, eh? Amos, those two boys are fine fellers, but they have trouble every mornin’ findin’ their own hats. If they do catch me, I’ll split with you and save my skin. Is that a bargain?”
“You get to hell out of my office!”