CHAPTER IV: THREATSLen Ayres went across the street to the Oasis Saloon from where he watched Amos Baggs take Nan to the hotel. When the lawyer went back to his office, Len crossed the street and sauntered up there.
He found Baggs at his desk, filling his pipe, but the former prosecuting attorney seemed to lose interest in his pipe when he looked up and saw Len.
Len eyed him close for several moments.
“Thought I’d drop in and renew old acquaintance, Amos,” he said slowly. “You ain’t scared of me, are yuh?”
Amos cleared his throat dryly and shifted his feet.
“I don’t know why I should be afraid of you, Ayres.”
“I didn’t know. After the things you said about me at that trial⸺”
“Oh, that’s part of my job—was part of it, I mean.”
“You didn’t mean it, Amos?”
“Well—no, I didn’t mean muc
