CHAPTER 15FRENCHY ARMAUD turned from his safe and put the heavy sack of gold coins upon his bar. “I agree with Henry,” he said. “Deacon Sandson is playing a game of his own.”
“Of course.” Bruce Powell picked up the money, stowing it into his belt. “The deacon is not a merchant or a cattle buyer or a saloon man. He came here at Hyde’s request and he has been using the mayor for his purposes ever since. The question is, what does he want? I think I know. I think he wants power. If that is true he’ll fight with us to save the town—because if there is no town here there can be no power.”
Frenchy nodded. “You’re right in that. Sandson has ambitions, but he does not like you. I watched his eyes as we entered that room. He will make you trouble if he can.”
“I’ll bear it in mind.” The major tur
