“It ain’t over fer me, Ladd. I got my work cut out fer me. When I’ve done that work, I’ll shake hands if yo’re still in the notion.”
“Meanin’ Fox and you locks horns?”
“Partly that. When we bring this herd up outa the brakes, Fox’ll know that his game is lost. It’ll be either run er shoot it out, and he ain’t the runnin’ kind. It’ll be me er him, that’s all. The range is too small tuh hold us both.”
Tad nodded.
“I’m layin’ my bets on you, Joe.”
“I’m obliged, pardner.”
They turned and entered the cabin.
There followed half an hour of cross-questioning the outlaw who had begged for mercy when he had been wounded. They learned that there were no more men to be accounted for. Tad told of the conversation he had overheard between Bill and his companion.