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Ferg took the h it was one ht, he told hiht now, he fervently wished his son in hell

Later that sa, Tanner’s call to Clive Barlow at headquarters confirmed that the truck and trailer, with the stolen cattle, had been stopped by a patrol The driver and the man who’d paid thecorral, waiting to be hauled back to the Prescott Ranch

“Have the two men said much?” Tanner asked

“They’re claiot knownthey’ll be out on bail before lunchtime”

“So they fessed up that Garn Prescott was selling theain price?”

“It looks that way How do you want to handle that?”

“You’re asking me?”

“It’s your case,” Clive said “We know Garn’s guilty, but if Ferg chooses not to press charges, Garn’s off the hook And even if it went to court,would be better off slapping the kid’s hands and cutting off his allowance”

“Garn’s an adult”

“In this case it won’t make much difference The Prescotts are theant to keep this out of the press”

“I’ll keep that inup the phone and walked outside He’d solved the ’s stolen cattle, but not to anyone’s satisfaction All he could do rap it up and move on

After breakfast he found Ferg in his office “I’ve discovered the truth behind your stolen cattle,” he said “You’re not going to like it”

“I’ht a Havana, but he laid it down on the onyx ashtray “Go ahead”

Still on his feet, Tanner told hiht and what Clive had reported thisdidn’t speak, but a dark red color crept up his neck and rose like a conflagration into his face His fist smashed down on the bell that he used to summon the cook Moments later the old man shuffled into the room

“Get Garn down here!” Ferg thundered “I don’t care what he’s doing I want him in here now!”