Mavericks

ed them. They were grim, hard men,
but not one so grim and iron as he when he chose.

"Your life is forfeit, Buck Weaver," Sanderson said, without delay.

"Made up your mind, have you?"

"Your own riders made it up for us when they murdered poor Jesus
Menendez."

"A bad break, that--and me a prisoner here. Some of the boys had been
out on the range a week. I reckon they didn't know I was the rat in your
trap."

"So much the worse for you."

"Looks like," Weaver nodded. Then he added, almost carelessly: "I expect
there wouldn't be any use mentioning the law to you? It's here to
punish the man that shot Menendez."

"Not a bit of use. You own the sheriff and half the juries in this
county. Besides, we've got the man right here that is responsible for
the killing of poor Jesus."

"Oh! If you look at it that way, of course----"

"That's the way to look at it I don't blame your riders any more than I
blame the guns they fired. _You_ did that killing."

"Even though I was locked up on your ranch, more than twenty miles
away."

"That makes no difference."

"Seems to me it makes some," suggested Keller, speaking for the first
time. "His riders may have acted contrary to orders. He surely did not
give any specific orders in this case."

"His actions for months past have been orders enough," said Cuffs.

"You'd better investigate before you take action," Larrabie urged.

"We've done all the investigating we're going to do. This man has set
himself up like a czar. I'm not going through the list of it all, but he
has more than reached the limit months ago. He's passed it now. He's got
to die, by gum," the old sheepman said, his eyes like frozen stars.

"We all have to do that. Just when does my time come?" Weaver asked.

"Now," cried Sanderson, with a bitter oath.

Phil swallowed hard. He had grown white beneath the tan. The thing they
were about to do seemed awful to him.

"Good God! You're not going to murder him, are you?" protested Larrabie.

"He murdered poor Jesus

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