“So my old dad says,” replied Roy. “But what's right don't always prevail in these parts.”
“Roy, you're the keenest man I've met since I came West. Tell me what you think will happen.”
Beeman appeared flattered, but he hesitated to reply. Helen had long been aware of the reticence of these outdoor men.
“I reckon you mean cause an' effect, as Milt Dale would say,” responded Roy, thoughtfully.
“Yes. If Beasley attempts to force me off my ranch what will happen?”
Roy looked up and met her gaze. Helen remembered that singular stillness, intentness of his face.
“Wal, if Dale an' John get here in time I reckon we can bluff thet Beasley outfit.”
“You mean my friends—my men would confront Beasley—refuse his demands—and if necessary fight him off?”
“I shore do,” replied Roy.
“But suppose you're not all here? Beasley would be smart enough to choose an opportune time. Suppose he did put me off and take possession? What then?”