Slocum #396 : Slocum And The Scavenger Trail (9781101554371) (2012) - Plot & Excerpts
Slocum asked. He moved along the corral fence to be certain this was Baransky’s mule. It was. A peculiar white star off-center on the face was identical, as was a long brown mark on the right front leg. “Nobody around here has a name. Why should they?” Slocum glanced at the merchant and knew he was lying. “Want to buy some more but going straight to the breeder next time will save time and money,” Slocum said. He got a short, barking laugh as reply. “You ain’t cuttin’ me out no deal, mister. No way. Besides, the gent what sold me these mules ain’t a breeder. He just happened to come into them.” “Inherited them,” Slocum said in a neutral voice. “Why aren’t we pressing on with this negotiation?” Stephen Baransky glared at Slocum. “Time is of the essence.” “An hour, more or less, isn’t going to matter,” Slocum said. He walked around the corral, ostensibly to study the other mules. He saw several distinctive boot prints. Someone with a deep V cut in the right heel had walked through the mud recently since the prints hadn’t yet disappeared from a welter of mules and other people crowding in.
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