The Sheriff's Son
What I say goes." The eyes of Rutherford bored into the cruel little shifty ones of the bad man. "Take yore choice, Dan. It's quit yore deviltry or leave this part of the country."
"Who elected you czar of Huerfano Park?" demanded Meldrum, furious with anger.
He glared at the ranchman impotently, turned away with a mumbled oath, and went back with jingling spurs to his horse.
