For a long time they stood there in the firelight, facing each other, not moving. One a bulky giant of a man, in whose heart burned an all-consuming hatred for a man he regarded as a traitor. The other, younger, lean and wiry, smarting under repeated insults and insinuations and struggling to control the fury of indignation that lay smoldering within him.
Jase Thornhill spoke first. “All right, Condo. You asked for it. Let’s go.” He turned to Thad Harper. “You’ve got a part of a herd bedded down over on the flat. You and a couple of your boys saddle up and come along and I’ll show you what I mean.”
Billy turned away and picked up his own saddle from beside his bedroll. By the time he had saddled and was ready to mount, Jase and his two riders were already waiting on their horses. Old Tha
