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Returning the gun to the drawer, he got up quickly to unlock the door He locked it back when Loh

“You wanted to see me?” Janes said

“What in bloody hell did you tell that renegade?” Boston exploded “Can’t you carry out a siht?”

Janes stiffened at the unwarranted attack, his light gray eyes growing cold “I told him exactly what you told me to Why?”

“Why?” Boston raged “Because Benteen Calder’s son was shot and killed when those Indians tried to run off the herd the other night! That’s why!”

“That’s hard luck” Lo on a roundup What’s it to us, anyway?”

“Us! There is no ‘us’!” Boston flung his hand in the air to disives the orders! And you seem to foul them up!”

“Now, you wait a liness sweeping into him

“No, you wait a minute!” Boston slammed his fist on the desk “I told you I wanted no ith Calder! The orders were to take his cattle and leave hiot shot up, you had s up”

“I don’t like being talked to like this,” Janes warned

“I pay you I’ll talk to you any darily “You don’t think Calder is going to let his son die without going after the ones who did it, do you?”

“So? Let him chase the Indians back to Canada”

“My God, you must think the man is as simpleminded as you are,” he declared with contempt “What happens if Bull Giles talks? What if he ade?”

“If it’s Giles you’re worried about, I can shut hi under the insults

“By killing him, I suppose,” Boston snorted “What if it’s already too late?”