sporting bristly muttonchops, his once handsome face and deep-socketed eyes webbed with lines of dissipation. And it was obvious from his apparel that he was more accustomed to rich city reveling than hardscrabble ranch life, wearing as he was a pair of flat-heeled patent-leather shoes, a square-crowned Governor hat, and a dark brown town suit of expensive broadcloth, its jacket unbuttoned to relieve his paunch.
The tense silence stretched on, until Tobias Melville rocked back and remarked affably, âSure got peaceful of a sudden.â
âYes, well, whereâre my manners?â Daryl said hastily, clearing his throat. âDad, Iâd like you to meet Miss Jessie Starbuck.â
âHeard something about you this morning,â the father said, grinning. His gaunt face was creased with wrinkles, but his eyes, as black as his sonâs, were sharp and bright as he looked Jessica over. He seemed to like what he saw. âCall me Toby, Jessie.â
âAnd her friend, Ki,â Daryl continued.
âHeard about you too, feller. But you ainât Mexican.â
âMexican?â Ki echoed, nonplussed.
âAinât Mexicans the ones whoâre best with knives?â
âPa!â Daryl snapped, scowling afresh. But Toby just continued grinning unregenerately, looking incredibly chipper after his long bout of drinking. Jessica, smothering a laugh, thought it was amazing, the vitality these leathery old ranchers seemed to have.
Forging ahead, Daryl said, âCapân Ryker? Let me introââ
âWeâre aquainted,â Ryker cut in, a sharp edge to his mellow voice. âThat is, we know each other by reputation. As president of Acme Packers, I am well aware of my competitors, of which Starbuck is definitely one. As Iâm sure Starbuck is similarly aware of me.â
âOh, you bet we are,â Jessica said.
âThe Captainâs trying to buy us out,â Toby explained, obviously tickled by his chance to stir things up. âPlans to run us together with the Flying W, when he takes that place over, too.â
âNow, now, Mr. Melville, I said no such thing to you.â
âBut thatâs what youâve got in mind, ainât it, Capân?â
âWell, I suppose Iâm forced to admit it is,â Ryker replied gravely, and turned from Toby to Jessica. âTo be perfectly honest, Miss Starbuck, my company needs the same thing yours doesâa constant, reliable supply of beef without the fluctuating prices and conditions weâve all experienced. Iâm here on behalf of Acme, trying to persuade the smaller ranchers to sell out to one large combine, rather than join a cooperative of the sort youâve been attempting to establish. Iâm afraid that if I succeed, the ranches involved would no longer be able to honor their commitments with Starbuck.â
Jessica clucked her tongue and looked downcast. âYou understand if I hope your plans fail. But will you be staying permanently?â
âGoodness, no. When my negotiations are finished, win or lose, Iâll leave whatever Iâve obtained in capable hands, and move on.â
âThen you might as well move on from here, Capân Ryker,â Daryl said sternly. âUnless youâre willing to meet our price.â
âThirty thousand?â Rykerâs chuckle was amiable. âMy good man, I could buy all of Eucher Butte for that much money.â
âBe my guest. Halford and Kendrick mightnât agree, though.â
âAh, yes, Kendrick. Now listen, Iâm offering a fair price, more than a fair price, almost double what you owe Kendrickâwhat, in effect, youâd be getting for your ranch by turning it over to him.â
âDonât intend to settle for Kendrickâs price, either. We intend to keep it for all itâs worth. Thirty thousand worth.â
âYou may not have that choice much longer,â Ryker