Coroner Creek Page #5

Pretty fancy.

- I just can't stand disorder.

Nice layout, did you and your husband

build it together?

No, he had it running when I met him.

- Where was that?

That was eight years ago.

He's been dead for over two.

Must have been pretty tough

for you alone?

It has been lately.

I'll take these in the house.

You wait here, I want to introduce

you to the rest of the hands.

- Yes, boss lady.

Chris, I want you to be happy

and comfortable here.

Leach? Frank?

I want you to meet my new foreman,

Chris Danning.

Chris, this is Frank Yordy

and Leach Conover.

How do you do?

How do you do?

I'll leave you all to get acquainted.

After supper we'll discuss our plans.

Foreman, huh?

Andy's been telling us about you.

- Yeah?

Yordy, I looked at them

west boundary fence posts,

they don't need fixing for another

couple of weeks yet. Besides, I got

to paint some cupboards for the

kitchen tomorrow.

Say, who's going to transplant them

flowers? Yordy?

I said who's gonna transplant

them flowers she wanted done?

Maybe Mr Danning will do it.

He likes to throw dirt around.

Let's put things straight before we

go any further.

I'll tell you this, starting now

you're tying in to hard work.

You'll polish saddle leather from

dawn to dusk, longer if I'm going to

ramrod this outfit.

Maybe that's one thing you ain't

gonna do.

I ain't taking orders from no loud

mouth, neither are Andy or Leach.

Go on, Yordy,

flap your tongue some more.

Sure I will, if you had any sense

you'd be over the black boughs.

We don't take your kind of talk

in this part of the country.

What you think you're gonna do when

Younger Miles opens up on you?

This, Yordy.

Saddle up and get out.

Now I said.

What about you, Andy?

- Who, me?

Walk out if you want or stay and fight Rainbow.

I ain't never shot a man, I don't even pack a gun.

Then start now. You, Leach?

- Think I better fix them boundary fences.

Guess I better get started cleaning

out the hen house, I reckon.

There you are, up beyond Feserley

Canyon is where the Box H has

stopped for years.

Open range and 400 miles.

That's finished now.

- Dried out?

Froze out more like it, by Rainbow.

If he's taken it over

we can take it back.

Not Feserley Canyon you won't.

Six months ago one of Rainbow's

hands, Tip Henry,

filed a homestead claim on it, if he

stays out the year on it it's his.

Then sells it to Miles.

I want to look at Tip Henry's shack

on the quiet. How far is it?

About a mile. But I can think of a

lot of scenery I would rather see.

Don't move.

Andy, throw that drifter's gun away.

What's the matter, Stew, this ain't

no way to act.

- Shut upl

You're both coming with me.

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