THE LONE OLD TIMER 12

it was noon the next day before wes got out to bucks place. buck had saddled a couple of horses and they hauled as close as they could to the area where the dead cows were. when they got to the spot wes pulled a camera from a saddle bag and rode arounf rakeing pictures the level of decomposition was pretty high and the coyotes had been feasting at some time but he was able to get pictures of the cows brands. he wanted to get a slug from a carcas but the stench was to bad and he gave that up. as they were rideing back to the truck buck handed him the note that was left in his seat. wes didnt say to much about it but buck could tell he was just as made as buck had been. as they rode up on the truck and trailer a dirt bike fired up and it skirted away from the back side of the trailer. buck looked at wes ten shook his head. as they rode around the rig at first everything looked ok. they dis mounted and loaded the horses in the trail. wes was walking along the side of the trailer when he stopped and knelt down he hollered at buck "check the lug nuts over there. they have been loosened over here." buck ducked down and yelled " here too, i got a lug wrench behind the seat."he jerked the door open and pulled the wrench out from behind the seaat" its a good thing you saw that. it could have been a bad wreck." wes had quit talking he was sulled up pretty bad. " we catch that guy ill make sure the judge never sees him." we murmered as they pulled out on treasure road the dirt bike they had seen buzzed by . buck started to chase him but we reached over " dont, we got these horses and trailer you would be takeing a risk you dont have to. he will show up again." buck eased off the pedal and leveled out but he didnt like it.