"You planned to steal the HC blind, as soon as th' old owner died. You
didn't have th' nerve to do it like I'd 've done it. You sent for us,
because you knowed Alf had this brand which 'uld make stealin' easy!"
"You're lying!"
The man's voice was the merest croak, weak and unimpressive.
"You wrote us, sayin' it would be easy pickin'. You said you would
likely be foreman an' that anyhow you'd be workin' for the HC an' was
goin' to help us from the inside.
"When Miss Hunter come an' you saw what she was like you was mighty
glad of it. You thought you could ruin her an' pretend you was trying
to protect her. You was goin' to get half what we got for your share.
"You had Webb run off them eight horses. Th' cat got out of the bag an'
you had to bring 'em back to make good with Beck. I heard you tell Alf
about it the night you started out an' stayed with us. Beck suspected
you, so you shot your own saddle horn to make your story good.
"Beck wasn't satisfied. He was in your way, so you an' Webb framed up a
lie about him an' fixed his gun so it would look bad for him ... an' it
didn't work because Miss Hunter here beat you to it.
"Then you threw in with Webb an' we was all goin' to work together and
drive the HC out in a rush.
"You dynamited Cathedral Tank to spoil that range. Then somebody shot
Two-Bits an' you planned with us not to let her have water, knowin' her
cattle would perish. I was glad enough to keep 'em from water then
because I thought ... I thought she wasn't ... what she is."
She paused, panting, and brushed a quick hand at her tears.
"Webb, you've been stealin' off th' HC for years."
The man took a quick step forward and halted as gun hands jerked rigid.
"You've been waitin' your chance. When Beck made you swallow your words
about Miss Hunter you went hog-wild to get him. You got carin' more
about that than you did about gettin' rich.
"You shot at Beck's bed to kill him when he slept. You broke her
ditches an' fired her hay with your own hands. You wrote that note,
warnin' her to get out. You helped build this pen here an' you helped
steal these calves an' every one of 'em was took away from an HC cow.
You stole twenty head of horses that nobody knows about.
"You an' Hepburn thought I didn't know a lot of this. Well, I did know!
I knowed you was goin' to double-cross us if the pinch come an' Alf, he
was afraid of it, too!
"I heard you talkin' nights in our place. I watched you ridin' when you
didn't know I was around. I listened an' remembered. I was one of you,
but I didn't trust you. I wanted to steal from Miss Hunter. I wanted to
drive her out because ... because I didn't know anybody could be kind
to me like she's been. I never thought anybody'd do anythin' for me!"
She stopped again to regain control of her surging emotions.
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