I wouldn’t even try to go through
Indian country . . I’m too fond of livin’!
“I’ve put eight thousand dollars into this project, Clay. I don’t mind telling you that I can’t afford to lose that much money. And I can’t afford to send men into trouble I can avoid.” He inclined his head to where the new man was hunkering down while talking to young Billy Ogg. “That feller has a likely look about him. I noticed it even before he approached me to ask for a job. You can use an extra hand, and you damn sure can use an extra fighting hand.” He glanced up quickly. “What’s your problem with him, Clay?”
“I don’t have a good feeling about him, is all.”
“He’s flashy and arrogant . . . there’s just something about him. Call it a gut instinct, if you like.”
“You can’t expect me to accept anything as vague as that as an argument against a man,” Ramsey said, his face hardening.
“No . . . I guess I can’t.”