after the bastards who did it. I found what I thought was their trail late yesterday, but the rain last night washed it out. They all rode south, and having no trail to follow, I was just taking my chances.â
âIâm Tuck Carlyle,â the young man said, leaning the Winchester against a shrub. âThis is our spread, for what itâs worth. I live here with my sister, Carrie, and Audrey, my ma. Pa went off to war and never come back. The damn outlaws from Indian Territory have been rustlinâ us blind. They hit us again night before last and already had the jump on me before I found out what theyâd done.â
âIf itâs the same bunch Iâm after,â said Danielle, âthereâs eight of them. Thatâs a hell of an outfit for just you to be trailing them.â
Tuck laughed. âThen thereâs at least one more gent thatâs as big a fool as I am, and thatâs you . Youâre trailing them, too.â
âThere wasnât anyone else,â Danielle said. âMy two brothers are barely fourteen.â
âYou donât look much older than that yourself,â said Tuck.
âIâm just barely eighteen,â Danielle said, âbut I can ride, rope, and shoot.â
âI believe you,â said Tuck. âHave you caught up to any of the killers yet?â
âTwo of them,â Danielle said, âand I know the names of the others. Or at least the names theyâre using.â
Tuck Carlyle whistled long and low. Westerners did not ask or answer foolish questions, and this young rider being alive was proof enough that two outlaws were dead.
âTrailing the varmints after last nightâs rain is a waste of time,â Tuck said. âWhy donât you ride on back to the house with me? You can meet Ma and my sister, Carrie, and have some breakfast.â
âYou talked me into it,â said Danielle. âAll Iâve had is a little jerked beef.â
âLetâs ride then,â Tuck said. âGod, could I use a cup of hot coffee, but we havenât had any since before the war.â
âThe warâs been over for five years,â said Danielle.
âNo money,â Tuck said gloomily. âTexans donât have a damn thing to sell except cows, and us little ranchers canât get âem to market. Weâd have to drive to Abilene, right across Indian Territory. Them damn outlaws would love having them delivered, instead of having to come and get âem.â
âAre other small ranchers having the same problem getting their cows to market?â
âAll I know of,â said Tuck. âNobody has money for an outfit, and they canât afford the riders theyâd need for a gather.â
âIf maybe half a dozen small ranchers went in together,â Danielle said, âyou might have enough riders to gather everybodyâs cows, one ranch at a time. With the gather done, you could take a rider or two from every ranch and drive the herd to Abilene.â
âBy God, that might work,â said Tuck. âI can think of four others thatâs as desperate as we are.â
âHow big is your spread?â Danielle asked.
âA full section,â said Tuck. âItâs 640 acres.â
âHellâs bells,â Danielle said, âif thatâs a small ranch, how large is a big one?â
Tuck laughed. âWhen I call us a small outfit, I mean we donât have that much stock.â
âYou could sell some of the land if you had to,â said Danielle.
âWe may have it taken from us,â Tuck said, âbut weâll never sell. This section of land has been in our family for four generations. It has an everlasting spring, with the best water for fifty miles around. The only potential buyer is Upton Wilks. He owns sections to the east and west of ours, and heâs sittinâ back like a damned old buzzard, just waitinâ for us
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