Chapter 9The Johnson ranch was magnificent, and the cattle Jesse saw all looked capable of fetching top dollar. The size of the place would make it more than easy enough for Red to get himself a job there as an itinerant cowboy. He could vanish with the drive, go do his robbing, then come back a time later. Red had never been tagged with any killings or robberies anywhere but in Arizona, and it would be easy enough to travel there from here in New Mexico.
Jesse rode right up to the homestead itself, ignoring gazes that varied from curious to unfriendly. Jesse wasn’t bothered. You developed a thick hide as a ranger. Dismounting, Jesse tethered Nugget to the bar that ran the length of the veranda.
“Got business here, stranger?” A burly man meandered over from the stables. His hair was pure
