It was quite dark now and Ben was still unconscious. Squeaky wanted the cover of darkness to protect Bill while he delivered the note. The cabin was only a mile from Justine’s so Bill would be able to go on foot.
“We’ll wait until its real dark Bill so ya won’t be seen. I want ya to sneak onto the porch and push the note under the door. Then ya have to get away as quick as ya can and get back here; okay?”
“Yeah Squeaky; I can do that. Are we gonna kill him when I get back?”
“No, we ain’t killers Bill; we just wanna scare ‘em so we get that land”
“But won’t the sheriff arrest us when he gets told what we did?”
“No he won’t ‘cause no-one will tell him it was us”
Bill didn’t understand how that would be possible but he trusted Squeaky and he went back to drinking his whisky while Squeaky finished the note.
Ben began to moan from the corner where he’d been dragged; his head and back were now propped against the wall.
