Rollins a new beer, then continued, âHeâs not all bad, he just likes to fight. Even after he whips a manâs ass, heâll usually stake him in a poker game or something, and heâs all the time buying drinks for men who donât have any money.â
Hunter spoke now: âHe sounds like an interesting fellow.â
âHe is. Heâll probably apologize when he sees you again, and want to shake the hand of the only man whoâs ever put him on his ass.â
Half an hour later, Rollins decided to take a hand in one of the poker games. Zack had no interest in gambling. He bought a newspaper and a magazine, then returned to the hotel room, where he read himself to sleep quickly.
He was awakened by Rollins at sundown. âNot much money floating around this town,â Bret said, picking up the whiskey bottle that was still more than half full. He drank straight from the bottle, then wiped his mouth. âItâs easy to tell how tight money isâthe gamblers wonât even bet more than a quarter on a pair of aces.â He took another sip of whiskey, replaced the bottle on the table and sat down on his bed. âI donât know this for sure, but I believe youâre gonna be surprised when you learn how cheaply land can be bought around here.â
Zack began to pull on his boots. âI like surprises. Iâll do some riding and looking tomorrow.â
Rollins was on his feet again. âWell, I know youâve always wanted a place of your own, and I want to see you get it. I think if you had a chunk of that property along the river, youâd wake up smiling every morning.â
Zack reached for his hat and changed the subject. âIâm hungry, Bret. You want to try Tobyâs T-Bone again?â
âLead the way.â
They took the restaurantâs only vacant table, located in the center of the room. As they seated themselves, both men noticed that Jiggs Odom was eating supper with two men a few tables away. âI hope to hell he donât want to fight again,â Hunter said softly.
Rollins pulled his chair closer to the table. âDonât worry about it, Zack,â he said, reaching for the bill of fare. âThere ainât enough whiskey in this damn town to get him on you again.â
They had scarcely ordered T-bone steaks from a smiling waiter when Odom approached their table, stopping beside Hunterâs chair. Despite the black eye, swollen cheeks and bruised lips, Odomâs face held a pleasant expression. Knowing that the man standing over him now had the advantage, Zack held his breath.
Odom managed a smile. âHope you ainât got no hard feelinâs about me,â he said. âSure ainât none on my part.â
Hunter shook his head.
Odom made one step toward the front door, then stopped, turning to face Zack again. âI sure did misjudge you, mister,â he said, shaking his head. âI damn sure did.â Then he and his friends left the building.
6
On Monday morning Zack was in the bankerâs office discussing his desire to buy some land in the area.
âI think you should look the old Franklin Place over,â McGrath said. âItâs fifteen miles west of town, bordered on the west by the Colorado River. A man who intends to stay put could do right well there.â
Zack scratched his chin for a moment before speaking. âWhat size place are we talking about?â
âThree sections. Old man Franklin never could make a go of it because the Indians kept him picked clean. All thatâs over with now. The last Indian battle happened three years ago, and the Indians that escaped with their lives left the area. As I said, a man could do well over there now.
âThe old man died two years ago from consumption, and his children are scattered to hell and gone. Iâm authorized to sell the place for a dollar an acre. In fact, Iâll knock twenty dollars off the price