oe and Myrah to look after
Grandaddy, and I'll have Mister Potter to look after Joe and Myrah and
everything will be all right.

"But you'll have to meet me at Carter's filling station," she
cautioned. "I'll have to drive through Adot and around that way. I
can't drive across the valleys and ridges as you horsemen ride them.
So we'll meet at the filling station at seven-thirty. We will be in
Cheyenne long before noon."

"Hi ya, Potter," called Landy as they were saddling the horses. "I
want you to order a set of shoes for this colt."

"I've got a set. I tried 'em; they fit. But he won't need shoes this
winter; he's better off without 'em. If a bunglin' mechanic over thar
will leave his feet alone he'll be all right till spring."

Landy regarded the gibe as irrelevant. The saddle invited. Once aboard
and before they reached the Ranty he was detailing answers to some of
Davy's questions.

"This Logan party ain't exactly crooked but thar's some noticeable
bends in his career. When they baptized him they ought to have given
him another dip. 'Course, he gits his money by pinchin' en scrougin'
en this Ugly Collins affair goes a leetle beyond the limit.

"This Ugly was borned here. His right name is Clarence, but early
someone branded him Ugly, en because he resented hit, the name stuck.
He wasn't so ugly--jist ornery. His daddy died; his mother lived on a
little place in town, up-crick from the bridge. Ugly wasn't a roarin'
success as a producer--jist idled and fuddled until he got to be a
man. Then he got indicted with others fer robbin' a little tannery
that was operatin' down the crick. This tannery was mostly out of
doors. They was charged with stealin' leather, but in the testimony it
showed that Ugly didn't steal leather--jist knives en other plunder.
He was flung loose. He left the country. That was twelve years ago. In
all these years, no one in Adot was compelled to look on Ugly Collins.
Not till last week did the public know he was alive. Even then thar
was no gineral rejoicin'--nobody killed a fatted calf.

"Now Ugly's mother died three years ago. A dear, uncomplainin' old
soul, the funeral was conducted by Romine, the undertaker, and was
attended by many. Of course Romine would have to be paid. He got Logan
to administer the estate. He had had Logan to do this in other cases.
They understood each other very well.

"They found but little personal property. Although Ann Griggs, a
neighbor, said the old lad