14/16 They're being held just out of town--about a mile. I'd like to have you give me a certificate of ownership tonight, so we can start to drive before daylight." Jordan's face whitened, and then grew crimson. He essayed to look up, to meet Lawler's eyes, raising his head and then lowering it again without achieving his desire. He cleared his throat, shifted his body and scuffed his feet on the floor. At last, after clearing his throat again, he spoke, huskily: "We ain't ventin' any trail herds this fall, Lawler." Lawler stiffened, looked from Jordan to Warden, and then back again at Jordan, who had taken up the pencil again and was nervously tapping with it upon the desk top. |