Porter was very angry when he and the sheriff rode away from the Taylor ranch, heading for the AK. He was inclined to do a lot of talking, once he was far enough away to conceal his language from the Taylor family.
“I tell yuh they know somethin’, Scotty.”
“Do yuh think so, Al?”
“Yo’re —— right. Didn’t Buck speak right up and tell how much money was in that pay-roll? And didn’t he get right on the prod when I picked him up on it? Don’t tell me that he don’t know somethin’ about it. They’ve been to Yaller Horn mesa, have they? That’s a —— of a good excuse.”
“Do yuh think that’s enough evidence to arrest ’em on, Al?”
“Well, mebbe not. But it’s sure as —— enough to suspect ’em on. I wouldn’t trust any of ’em as far as I could throw a bull by the tail. Buck’s a bad hombre, Scotty. The old man is pretty salty, and that —— breed fits in well with the bunch.”
Scotty nodded. He was in the habit of agreeing with Porter, which saved him many an argument.
“We’ve got to watch ’em,” continued Porter. “They’re slick.”
“Slick,” agreed Scotty absently. “I’m jist wonderin’ what to say to them slick-ears at the AK.”
“Give ’em ——,” advised Porter. “They shore need a good curryin’, Scotty.”