Every inch of him was trouble!
“Well, we got all the water in the valley we need now.”
“But it isn’t much good for what I’ve got in mind.”
“And what’s that?”
“A ride out to the Bar-B Ranch,” McDee said as he climbed onto the sorrel.
Dyson was confused for a minute, then suddenly he understood. He looked after the man riding into the downpour and a slow smile broke the grimness of his mouth. The man might be small in stature, but was full-sized where it counted.