Cool water cascaded over him, shocking his overheated skin. Didn’t do much for his thirst. He sent the bucket back down when he saw his good friend climbing between the corral rails. “We ought to be ready on schedule, except that colt is still saddle shy. I’ll keep working him.” Juan wiped his brow with his kerchief. “Heard that the sheriff visited Milt’s shanty this morning and stayed over an hour. Haven’t seen him or his boys, but his wife left with the rest of their children in the wagon. Guess she wasn’t too happy to have a husband in trouble with the law. Maybe that will solve our problem.” “It’s never that easy. But I hope so. We’ll keep on guard and keep moving the fence. I need that water.” “I figure Owens needs it worse. His crops are going to fail without it. He’s got a lot to lose, but the sheriff’s visit may have done it. We might not have any more trouble.” “I think you’re right. Milt has a family to think of, and I’m counting on that.
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