“For abducting Luck Cullison and holding him prisoner without his consent.”
Lazily Cass drawled a question. “Are you right sure Cullison can’t be found?”
“What do you mean?”
“Are you right sure he ain’t at home attending to his business?”
“Has he come back?”
“Maybe so. I’m not Luck Cullison’s keeper.”
Bucky thought he understood. In return for the relinquishment Cullison had been released. Knowing Luck as he did, it was hard for him to see how pressure enough had been brought to bear to move him.
“May I use your ’phone?” he asked.
“Help yourself.”
Fendrick pretended to have lost interest. He returned to his newspaper, but his ears were alert to catch what went on over the wires. It was always possible that Cullison might play him false and break the agreement. Cass did not expect this, for the owner of the Circle C was a man whose word was better than most men’s bond. But the agreement had been forced upon him through a trick. How far he might feel this justified him in ignoring it the sheepman did not know.