Flood said. âMight be rustlers.â
âThe last rustlers trying to steal steers from the last trail drive?â Clint asked.
âAs if my life could get any more confused,â Flood said. âIâm a man who doesnât like change, Clint, and thereâs lots of change cominâ.â
âI know how you feel,â Clint said. The time was comingâand fastâwhen he and some of his friends, like Bat Master-son and Wyatt Earp, were going to be out of date. He wasnât looking forward to that, either.
TWENTY-FOUR
Santiago Jones pushed himself back from the crest of the rise, so he could stand without being seen from below. The other two men with him watched and waited, but when nothing was forthcoming and the man continued to stand like a statue, one of them spoke up.
âHey, Jones?â Bill Lacey said. âWhatâs goinâ on down there?â
âNothing,â Jones said. âThey are camped for the night.â
âThe herd beinâ watched?â Steve Peters asked.
Jones looked at him with cold eyes. âOf course, itâs being watched.â
âWhy donât we just stampede it?â Lacey asked. âI mean, that would pretty much put an end to this drive. Ainât that what the boss wants?â
Jones looked at Lacey, who got the chills.
âI will decide what gets done, and when,â he said. âUnderstood?â
âYeah, sure,â Lacey said, and Peters nodded. âYouâre callinâ the shots, Jones.â
âYes,â Jones said, âI am.â
He walked down the hill. The other two men looked at each other, shrugged, and followed.
Clint decided to take a turn watching the herd before he turned in. He wanted the men to see that he would be doing the work as well as supervising them.
The sky was cloudless, the moon almost full. It was still spring, although late. Most trail drives would have started before now, but most trail drives were gone.
He sat high in his saddle, watching the surroundings rather than the herd. Although there was bright moonlight, he still couldnât see anything on the surrounding hilltops. He was going to have to tell Spud to pick campsites on flatter ground. That would make it harder to watch them.
He heard a horse approaching and turned his attention to it. It was Roland, one of the men heâd helped load the buckboard back in Doanâs Crossing.
âNice night,â Roland said.
âGood night for a stampede,â Clint said.
âWhat?â
âItâs quiet,â Clint said. âWouldnât take much to spook this herd.â
Clint had the feeling that both Daltry and Roland were kind of new to the job. They seemed to know what they were doing, but they just didnât seem to have been doing it as long as some of the others.
âW-what would cause that?â Roland asked, thereby admitting his lack of experience.
âAlmost anything,â Clint said. âBig cats, snakes, shots, it all depends on how the cows in front act.â
âIn front?â
Clint nodded.
âThe natural leaders usually gravitate to the front of the herd, so the rest of the herd goes the way they go.â
âGeez.â
Roland had been riding flank the first two days.
âIâm going to move you to the point, Roland,â Clint said. âGive you a chance to see what Iâm talking about.â
âUh, we already got men ridinâ point, Boss.â
âThatâs okay,â Clint said. âIâm going to make some changes from time to time. Give everybody a chance to move around.â
âUh-huh.â Roland didnât look too happy with the news.
âDonât worry,â Clint said. âBy the time this drive is through, youâll know every job inside and out.â
âUm, okay.â
âAnd Iâll know every man on this drive,â Clint added, âinside and