The other nodded, hard eyes gloating over the rancher’s distress. “An’ o’ course she don’t know you broke jail at Cañon City an’ are liable to be dragged back if any one should happen to whisper to the sheriff.”
“Not a thing about all that. I wouldn’t holler it out thataway if I was you, Jake,” Tolliver suggested, glancing nervously toward the house. “Maybe I ought to ’a’ told her, but I never did. Her maw died of it, an’ I jes’ couldn’t make out to tell June. You see yoreself how it would be, Pete. Her a li’l’ trick with nobody but me. I ain’t no great shakes, but at that I’m all she’s got. I figured that ’way off here, under another name, they prob’ly never would find me.”
“Pretty good guess, Pete Purdy.”
“Don’ call me that,” begged Tolliver.
Houck showed his teeth in an evil grin. “I forgot. What I was sayin’ was that nobody knows you’re here but me. Most folks have forgot all about you. You can fix things so ’s to be safe enough.”
“You wouldn’t give me away, Jake. You was in on the rustlin’ too. We was pals. It was jes’ my bad luck I met up with Jas that day. I didn’t begin the shooting. You know that.”
“I ain’t likely to give away my own father-in-law, am I?”
Again the close-set, hard eyes clamped fast to the wavering ones of the tortured outlaw. In them Tolliver read an ultimatum. Notice was being served on him that there was only one way to seal Houck’s lips.
That way he did not want to follow. Pete was a weak father, an ineffective one, wholly unable to give expression to the feeling that at times welled up in him. But June was all his life now held. He suffered because of the loneliness their circumstances forced upon her. The best was what he craved for her.
And Jake Houck was a long way from the best. He had followed rough and evil trails all his life. As a boy, in his cowpuncher days, he had been hard and callous. Time had not improved him.