“Have you heard? He has left town.”
“Who?”
“Soapy Stone. The cattlemen served notice on him to go. So he left.”
A wave of relief swept over the young man. “That’s your father’s fine work.”
“Isn’t it good?” Her eyes were shining with gladness.
“I’m plumb satisfied,” he admitted. “I’m not hankering to shoot out my little difference with Soapy. He’s too handy with a six-gun.”
“I’m so happy I don’t know what to do.”
“I suppose now the hold-up will be put off. Did Sam and Blackwell go with him?”
“No. He went alone.”
“Have you seen Sam yet?”