“Oh, wow, that’s great!” Pearlie said.
“What did they name it?” Cal asked.
“Elmer Brandon York,” Sally said. “They named it after the newspaper editor.”
“They couldn’t have chosen a better name,” Smoke said.
“Just think of Lenny with a young’un of his own,” Cal said.
The calf, clean now, got up on wobbly feet, then walked over to nudge up against Cal.
“Look at the way that calf is taking to Cal,” Pearlie said. “Looks to me like Lenny isn’t the only one with a young’un of his own.”
The others laughed.
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Chapter One
The Baker brothers, Harry and Arnold, were outside by the barn when they saw Jules Pratt and his wife come out of the house. Scott and Lucy McDonald walked out onto the porch to tell the Pratts good-bye.
“You have been most generous,” Jules said as he climbed up into the surrey. “Speaking on behalf of the laity of the church, I can tell you that every time we hear the beautiful music of the new organ, we will be thinking of and thanking you.”
“It was our pleasure,” Scott said. “The church means a great deal to us, more than we can say. And we are more than happy to do anything we can to help out.”
“We’ll see you Sunday,” Jules said, slapping the reins against the back of the team.
Lucy McDonald went back into the house, but before Scott went back inside, he looked over toward the barn at two brothers.
“How are you two boys comin’ on the wagon?” Scott called toward them.
“We’re workin’ on it,” Harry called back.
“I’m goin’ to be needin’ it pretty soon now, so you let me know if you run into any trouble with it,” McDonald replied, just as he went back inside.
Harry and Arnold Baker were not permanent employees of the MacDonalds. They had been hired the day before for the specific purpose of making repairs to the freight wagon.
“Did you see that money box?” Harry asked.
“You mean when he give that other fella a donation for the organ? Yeah, I seen it,” Arnold replied.
“There has to be two, maybe three hunnert dollars in that box,” Harry said.
“How long would it take us to make that kind of money?” Arnold asked.
“Hell, it would take the better part of a year for us to make that much money, even if we was to put our earnings together,” Harry said.
“Yeah, that’s what I thought,” Arnold said. “Harry, you want to know what I’m thinkin’?”
“If you’re thinkin’ the same thing I’m thinkin’, I know what it is,” Harry replied.
“Let’s go in there and get that money.”
“He ain’t goin’ to give up and just give it to us,” Harry said.
“He will if we threaten to kill ’im.”
Harry shook his head. “Just threatenin’ him ain’t goin’ enough,” he said. “We’re goin’ to have to do it. Otherwise, he’ll set the sheriff on us.”
“What about the others? His wife and kids?”
“You want the two boys to grow up and come after us?”
“No, I guess not.”
“If we are goin’ to do this thing, Arnold, there’s only one way to do it,” Harry insisted.
“All right. Let’s do it.”
Pulling their guns and checking their loads, the two brothers put their pistols back in their holsters, then crossed the distance between the barn and the house. They pushed the door open and went inside without so much
