“Bite me! You fool, don’t you realise that I—why, that’s the last place I ever want to go.”
“Mebbe I better take yuh out to the Triangle X.”
“Well, at least I could face them. Go ahead and take me to the Triangle X.”
“And get both of us killed off, eh? Nope, we’re goin’ to the Kelton ranch—me and you. That’s the last place Kendall Marsh would ever expect to find yuh.”
“What’s your interest in this, Collins?”
“Mebbe you’ll find out, if I’m lucky.”
Della had nothing more to say, as they drove along under the stars, but both of them were doing a lot of thinking. Cultus drove carefully over the rutty road, because he knew that every lurch was agony to this woman.
The JK ranch-house was dark, when they drove up to the patio, but Harry had heard the approach of the buggy and answered Cultus’s hail from a window.
“Wait’ll I get on some clothes,” said Harry.
Jane had heard the talking and came out on the back porch. She had been reading before going to bed. Cultus saw her and came over to the porch.