CHAPTER 12CAPPY AYERS had the insatiable curiosity of the born newspaper man. Little that went on around the townsite escaped his eyes and it was he who first learned that Tut Jackson had returned from his ride south and was closeted with his employer in Daigle’s hotel room.
The fat printer climbed the stairs beside Len Milliard’s store building and burst into the Powell office, puffing a little from the unaccustomed exercise.
“Daigle and Jackson are making medicine,” he said. “They sent a rider out to the Layton place and old Que and his boys came busting in. From the hotel they moved to the grange hall, and riders are dashing around like crazy. My guess is that they’re gathering the farmers for the ride south.”
“I told you,” Henry Powell said to his brother as he came angrily out of t
