Len and Jack Ralston had been bunkies at the Circle M, and it would be the natural thing for Len to appoint Jack as his deputy.
McLaren had some business to attend to at the Pinnacle City bank, so he left Merrick and Wheeler together. Layton had left them at the sheriff’s office.
“It’s sure funny how things change,” observed Merrick.
The owner of the Circle M was slightly under forty years of age, above medium height. He was rather good-looking and dressed well. However, he looked more like a gambler than a county official and a solid citizen. Perhaps this aspect was enhanced by the fact that he shaved regularly, kept his black moustache trimmed and waxed to needle-like points, and wore pants instead of overalls.
“I was thinkin’ about Joe Rich,” said Merrick.
Jim Wheeler shoved his hands deep in his pockets and did not lift his eyes from serious contemplation of his own boot-toes.
“I wanted to talk to yuh, Merrick,” he said slowly. “This sure has been a blow to me. Laura Hatton wants Peggy to go home with her. I dunno—mebbe’s it’s the best thing to do. I don’t mind layin’ my cards on the table.”
Jim Wheeler looked up at Merrick.
“I owe the Pinnacle City bank seven thousand dollars and I can’t ask ’em for any more, Merrick.”
“Uh-huh.” Merrick did not seem impressed.