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“Ty” Cat nudged hi them

Their ar the handcuffs that bound one wrist to the other The prison had permitted Buck Haskell to attend his uard His hat was in his hand, revealing the curly hair that age had silvered, but his features had retained h-spirited child that refused to grow up He faced Ty with a humble air

“I wanted to thank you for lookin’ after lanced at the open grave “I only wish they’d let me come home while she was alive” The sad look, the smooth words, came too easily to the man

“As far as I’m concerned, you killed her” Ty could find no pity in his heart for the man “Every time she visited you in prison, she died a little more inside for what you’d become If I have my way, you’ll rot in that cell”

A sudden blaze of hatred flared in Haskell’s blue eyes “I heard sorabbed a bunch of your precious Calder land and there isn’t a da anymore”

“You’ve buried your et off my land,” Ty ordered coldly

Haskell took a threatening step toward hiht up short by the jerk of the handcuffs The guard said so to him and took hold of his ar, as he glared again at Ty, then turned stiffly to let the guard lead him away

There wasn’t ti of tension as the brittle ats of a horn Ty swung toward the sound, all hispickup caravel of the cemetery road

“They’re co!” Repp Taylor stepped out of the cab as far as the running board to shout the warning “There’s a bunch of theraders, the works!”

Before the second announce into a run for the closest vehicle He cursed hi Dyson would choose this particular time tothe funeral of one of their own He had to stop that equipovern it removed were substantially lower

No orders had to be given asinto cabs and truck beds All were in their best suits and hats and pearl-snapped white shirts In less than five minutes, the ce vehicles The wo Jessy and Cathleen, were busy organizing the lot, they would play a role, depending on the outcome of the confrontation and how quickly it occurred

A dozen trucks barreled over the road, traveling in a high, thick dust cloud that limited visibility to the bu of pace as the pickups loaded with men raced blindly to intercept the opposition With eyes s froli in the distance

There was a pickup in the ditch, a long, scraping gash dented into its side A cowboy li the convoy off the road and up a coulee

“They just got by me!” he shouted as the trucks slowed and h route

Less than a quartervehicles, led by a road grader, still on Calder land The pickups encircled the elongated band of trucks and h walls of the coulee to box theround to a stop and sat idling noisily while the Triple C riders piled out of the trucks