Reber sighed wearily.
“I dunno, Slim,” he said slowly. “I talked with McLeese the other day and he suggested that we post men in that Trapper Creek pass. It might be a good scheme. They can’t get past the Two Bar X into West Fork pass without bein’ seen by some of the boys, and those are the only two ways out, except past here.
“I’ll tell yuh what I want yuh to do, Slim. Send about three of yore men to Trapper Creek pass, and then pack a message to Jackson, McLeese, Franks and Carlin to be here at my place tomorrow night, and you come with ’em. I’ve got a scheme to stop Jack Silver.”
“You have? That’s fine.”
Slim got to his feet and picked up his hat.
“I’ll pass the word to the boys for tomorrow night. Heard anythin’ more of Buck Priest?”
“Not a word, Slim. Have you?”
“Only that he says yo’re stealin’ his cows. I think he’s tryin’ to excuse himself for shootin’ yuh.”
Reber smiled slowly, and Slim went out.