those lily-livered ranchers in line, I can tell you.â
Dolan frowned. âThings are different now, Major. La Placita is losing more business every day to that damned Tunstall store, and to make matters worse Tunstall has been writing letters to the army complaining about the quality of meat and flour weâve been selling to the Mescaleros.â
Brady nodded. âYeah, and the bastardâs even wrote the U.S. Attorney in Santa Fe tellinâ âem I havenât been sending in the tax money Iâve been collectinâ here in Lincoln County. Heâs damn sure gettinâ too big for his britches, all right.â
âWhat about that new hand heâs hired, calls himself the Kid?â
Brady shrugged. âI couldnât find no papers on him, or his friend MacCallister.â
Leaning back in his chair with his boots on the table, Jesse Evans said, âI rode with him for a while, played some cards with him over at Fort Stanton âfore he came to work for Tunstall. He talked like he had a past, some trouble back in Arizona, I believe.â
âArizona, huh?â Brady asked. âIâll wire the sheriff over there and see if he knows anything. Might be a way to get back at Tunstall, get rid of some of those gunnies heâs been hiring.â
âYou do that, William,â Dolan said, âfirst thing in the morning. Now, why donât you leave us to talk some business youâre better off not knowing?â
Brady climbed to his feet and nodded. âIâll do what I can, J.J..â
âYouâd better, or that percentage you own in the store and bank here that I gave you wonât be worth a damn to you,â Dolan said.
After the sheriff left, Dolan turned to Riley. âYou said anything to Jesse yet?â
âNo.â
Dolan turned to refill his glass. âThen tell him what we want.â
Riley leaned forward, his elbows on the table. âItâs getting too expensive to buy our meat from the ranchers. Profits are down. We want you and your gang to start raiding Chisumâs herd for cattle. Weâll buy all you can steal, at good prices, and weâll make sure Sheriff Brady doesnât connect you to the rustling.â
Evans pulled a toothpick from between his lips, made a cigarette, and struck a lucifer on his pant leg. After he lighted the cigarette and blew smoke at the ceiling, he looked over at Riley.
âJohn, I take it you wouldnât be too disappointed if some of Chisumâs men were to get . . . slightly hurt during our raids on his cattle.â
Rileyâs lips curled up in a sneer. âWeâd be most appreciative for any assistance you could give us in lowering the number of gunhands Chisum has available.â
Dolan turned from refilling his drink. âIt wouldnât be amiss if you got some of the cattle from Tunstallâs spread, too, Jesse.â
Evans shook his head. âThat would be a mite more difficult. His Rio Feliz ranch is down on the Pecos River, and itâd be mighty tough to drive stolen beeves across it in the darkness. Plus, it ainât near as big and spread out as Chisumâs range is. His men would most likely catch us in the act, and I donât suppose you want a full scale war, do you?â
Dolan pursed his lips and shook his head. âNot just yet, Jesse, but soon . . . soon.â
Evans smiled, hands resting on the twin Colts he wore on each hip. âThen, since Iâm going to be in the cattle business, I guess Iâd better get to work.â
Murphey staggered to his feet and poured himself another drink of whiskey, spilling more than he got in his glass.
âDamn, Jimmy, things have been going to hell since I sold out to you. Just havenât been the same since the colonel died.â
Dolan frowned at Murphey. âMajor, when Colonel Fritz hired me, you and he were barely making a profit off your meat contracts. If youâll try to