The Sheriff's Son
Elder counted the sacks inside. "Everything is all right. How did you come to drop the money here?"
"I'm mentioning no names, Mr. Elder. But I was so fixed that I could n't turn back. If I left the road, my tracks would show. There were reasons why I did n't want to continue on into town with the loot. So, as I was crossing the bridge, without leaving the saddle or even stopping, I deposited the gold in the Big Creek safety deposit vault," Dingwell answered with a grin.
"But supposing the Rutherfords had found it?" The superintendent put his question blandly.
The face of the cattleman was as expressive as a stone wall. "Did I mention the Rutherfords?" he asked, looking straight into the eye of the Western Express man. "I reckon you did n't hear me quite right."
Elder laughed a little. He was a Westerner himself. "Oh, I heard you, Mr. Dingwell. But I have n't heard a lot of things I'd like to know."
The cattleman pushed the sack with his toe. "Money talks, folks say."
"Maybe so. But it has n't told me why you
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