his hand and stopped him as he was about to gallop away.
"If you see that man they call Texas—well, you'll know what to do; it was you that hired him."
"Yes, and by God, I'll pay him off!"
Winch's voice was down in his throat, like the growl of a dog mouthing a bone. Duncan stood looking after him a moment as he galloped into the south, then turned into the house to belt himself for the fight.
