Whereas,
originally, they had been directed against not only the Obar Ranch, but
wherever opportunity offered in the district, they now fastened their
vampire clutches upon the Obar only, and, finally, on only one section
of its territory: the land which belonged to Jeff's side of the
partnership.
So marked was this that it could not be missed.
The partners were out at a distant station where they had been urgently
summoned. A young "hand" had been wounded, a nasty flesh wound in the
arm. He had been bringing in a small bunch of steers which had strayed
to a distant hollow in the hills. It had been overnight. He was held
up, and shot by three outlaws, and his cattle run off.
It was Bud who voiced the thought of both partners immediately after a
close interrogation of the injured man.
"Looks like some low-bred son-of-a-hobo owes you a reckonin' he's
yearnin' to git quit of, Jeff," he said, the moment they were alone.
"They're workin' this way all the time. They ain't so much as smelt
around the old 'T.
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