Son Of a Wanted Man (1984) Read Online Free

back. "This is a long way from Mora," he suggested.
    "Things are quiet over there, and I've got a good deputy. Thought I'd ride the cars over and have a little talk." Borden sipped his coffee, and waited.
    "Ever hear of Dave Cook?" "Officer up Denver way, ain't he?" Borden paused. "My wife says I shouldn't say "ain't' but I keep forgettin'." "That's right. Denver. He's got an idea of organizing all the officers so we all' work together.
    You know how it's been-you keep the peace in your town and I in mine. If somebody kills a man here, why should I care if he keeps out of trouble in Mora? Well, Dave thinks we should all work together." "I'm for it." "About a year ago we had a holdup in Mora.
    Store holdup, but a store that banked money for folks. Had quite a lot of money, sixty thousand dollars, in the store safe. I was out of town," he added.
    "Handy," Chantry commented.
    "I thought so. Just too handy. Sixty thousand in the safe and the sheriff out of town. Makes for easy pickin's, "specially when the note that got me down to Santa Fe was a fake." "Forged?" "No, and that's another interesting part. It was a note from my brother Orrin and it simply said, Need you. When a Sackett gets that kind of word he just naturally comes a-running. The trouble was that note was one Orrin wrote to his former wife a couple of years ago.
    "Now the question is, how did somebody get hold of that note and where's it been all that time?
    "Orrin wrote that note. He remembered it well because it was a troublesome time, but he never saw it again." Tyrel paused. "Seems to me somebody was mighty farsighted. They come on that note somehow, some way, and they just kept it against a needful time." "It doesn't seem reasonable. How would anybody know they might need such a note years in advance?" "Think of it, Bord. That note doesn't explain anything and there's no date, so somebody saw it might be useful and filed it away, and that somebody had to be a crook. his "They robbed your bank." "Exactly. That says that somebody two years ago thought that note might be useful, somebody who was probably a thief at the time." Sackett put down his cup. "Let me lay it out for you. At noontime folks are home eating. The streets are empty, only one man in the store, and then of a sudden there are three other men. The storekeeper was bound and gagged, money taken from the safe, as it was rarely locked in the daytime, and the shade drawn on the front door window. The three men leave by the back door. "Nigh onto two hours later a fellow comes to the store, finds it locked, and goes away. Sometime later another comes, only he don't go away but walks around to the back door.
    He's out of tobacco and he'll be damned if he's goin" to go without.
    "The back door is closed. He knocks and it opens under his fist and he hears thumpin' inside. He goes in and finds the teller all tied up an' the money gone." "Any descriptions?" "Three youngish, middle-sized men, one of them wearin' a polka-dot shirt. The teller says they moved fast, knew right where the money was, and weren't in the store more than five minutes, probably not more than three. Nobody said a word amongst them, just to the teller to keep his mouth shut if he wanted to live." "Nobody saw them cumin' or goin'?" "Yes, a youngster playing in his yard. He saw a man settin' a horse an' holding the reins on three others. He saw three men come out of an alley and mount up and then another man rode in from the street and they all trotted off down the lane.
    "That youngster was nine years old, but canny. He noticed one of the horses. It was a black with three white feet and a white splash on the rump." Borden Chantry put his cup down carefully.
    Then he looked across the table at Tyrel Sackett. "What are you sayin'?" "I described a horse," "I know you did, and I have a horse like that." Sackett nodded. "I know you have. I saw him when I was down here right after Joe was killed. A mighty fine horse, too. was Borden Chantry took