Chapter 29

“So, you’re expecting trouble from ranchers on the way back to Pine Ridge?”

“That’s it, Sheriff,” I said. “You needed Bird’s and my help in breaking up that gang of rustlers, and now we need your help with another bunch.”

“Don’t seem like they intend to do any rustling.”

“What’s the difference if they steal, kill, or run our cattle to death? The result’s the same.”

“These are white ranchers?”

“That is true.”

“My jurisdiction don’t go all the way to Pine Ridge.”

“We can use your help for as far as it goes.”

During the half hour exchange, Iron Head and Dancing Fox gathered a quiet dignity around them and sat silent and impassive.”

When Landreth learned there were a dozen more Indians at Turtle Crick, he let out a squawk. “You got better’n a dozen armed warriors roaming the countryside? How you know they ain’t gonna cut loose and start raiding?”

I looked him squarely in the eye. “The war’s over, remember.”