A dollar down and . . .
IN FOR THE KILL
Christine glared furiously at him and Denton walked away to hitch the roan to the back of the buckboard again.
“We can’t stay out here,” he said.
“Damn you to hell, Jim Denton. I don’t need you. I’ve never needed you and I never will!”
Denton shrugged and pointed to the driving seat.
“Get up there and stop making a fool of yourself. I’ll get you to Citadel and you can do your bitching to someone else.”
“And you can go to hell!”