“And Mr. Dunmore,” Ty said respectfully, “I don’t care about your color either. If you can do the job, and Peter’s told me of your track record, that’s what I’m concerned with. The bottom line. Hey,” Ty winked, “ya gotta eat. Ya gotta make money.”
Dunmore looked up at Ty, then to Wilcox. “Peter,” he said, “I think I’m going to like this boy.”
For an hour they talked, hammered out the details. “Then it’s set,” Dunmore finally said. “You put up three thousand, take the property in your name. I’ll put up twenty-seven thousand plus closing costs. In two years we’ll sell it. You get your ten percent plus twenty percent of the appreciation minus my carrying costs and the costs of repairs.” Ty nodded his agreement. “Stay with me, son,” Lloyd Dunmore said. “You get me off the hook on this red-li
