Reber gave them orders to lift the horse off Priest’s leg.
“Well, you’ve got me, Reber,” said Priest. “My leg’s busted. I hope yo’re satisfied, you dirty cow thief!”
“I will be satisfied, yuh can bet on that,” said Reber. “Yo’re all through in this valley, Buck Priest—you and yore S\ Bar\ P outfit. When I get my hands on Jack Silver I’ve made a clean sweep.”
“When yuh do,” gritted Priest.
“Oh, I will,” rasped Reber. “I’ve started out to clean up this valley.”
“Clean! It’ll never be clean as long as you live. You killed O’Steen today—yore men did. He saw yuh stealin’ my cows. And yuh—oh what’s the use? You’ve got the best hand, Reber. Go ahead and do what yuh want to.”
“I never killed O’Steen,” denied Reber.
“Yore men did.”
“Did they? I didn’t know it. Where’s June Meline?”
“That female fiddler?”