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Steve and Chas drove into Hunters Creek. They had spent the late afternoon discussing their joint cattle deal up on the Lakota reservation and Chas had decided to put a dozen of their newly-built properties on the rental market, to generate, as he put it, "an absolute minimum cash flow – if I'm a cattleman I need to be a man of substance. Maybe I'll even buy me a proper Stetson cowboy hat!"
Chas was behind the wheel of his Porsche Carrera while Steve talked angrily on his mobile.
"Dammit, Jack! We wanna force that hillbilly and his woman into the open. All that's happened is you've made 'em run… I know she's panickin'. I understand that. What I need to find out is where in hell has she gone?"
Jack pushed a stack of papers to one side and put the phone down on his desk. It was one of
