Wells Fargo hasn't sent
me here."
"Who has?"
"My conscience."
"I don't get your drift."
Through a moment of pause Calder's eyes searched the face of Hardy.
"You've been pretty flush for some time."
"I ain't been starvin'."
"There are several easy ways for you to pick up extra money."
"Yes?"
"For instance, you know all about the Wells Fargo money shipments, and
there are men around here who'd pay big for what you could tell them."
The prominent Adam's apple rose and fell in Hardy's throat.
"You're quite a joker, ain't you Calder? Who, for instance?"
"Jim Silent."
"This is like a story in a book," grinned Hardy. "Go on. I suppose
I've been takin' Silent's money?"
The answer came like the click of a cocked revolver.
"You have!"
"By God, Calder--"
"Steady! I have some promising evidence, partner. Would you like to
hear part of it?"
"This country has its share of the world's greatest liars," said
Hardy, "I don't care what you've heard."
"That saves my time. Understand me straight. I can slap you into a
lock-up, if I want to, and then bring in that evidence. I'm not going
to do it. I'm going to use you as a trap and through you get some of
the worst of the lone riders.
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