Page 32 of A Triple C Ranch Christmas Wedding
“Sure,” Zeb said. “I’ve got ’em in the glove box. Just need to get ’em.”
“Go ahead,” the officer said.
Zeb moved slow, so he wouldn’t make the cop nervous, as he got his papers out.
The first cop watched him closely and a second cop stood on the other side of his truck, watching everything, backing up the first cop.
* * *
Jack could seethe police cars up ahead, surrounding a white truck and a white trailer.
He pulled his truck to the side of the road, got out, and started walking toward them.
An older man, about Butch’s age was standing with a bunch of papers in his hand. A cop was asking him questions while another cop stood nearby.
“Yes, these are mine. I just bought ’em,” the man said. “A recent private sale.”
That lying horse thief.
Jack stomped forward. “Those horses aren’t his. He stole them.”
“He’s lying,” the horse thief said. “My papers prove these horses are mine.”
“Then they’re forged,” Jack said, anger building inside him.
“And you are?” the police officer asked.
“Jack Barr, security for Triple C Ranch, in Eagle Rock, near Bozeman,” he said.
“The ranch which reported ten horses missing,” the officer said.
“That’s right,” Jack said. “I’ve been trailing him. Glad you caught him.”
“Mr. Barr, I’d like to see your I.D.” the officer said.
“Sure,” he reached into his back pocket and pulled out his wallet.
He opened it to his driver’s license and his Brotherhood Protectors I.D.
An officer held out his hand, and Jack gave them to him.
His security I.D. also said former USMC next to his name.
“Semper Fi,” the officer said. “My dad was in the corps, and then I followed.”
“Semper Fi,” Jack said.
The horse thief frowned at Jack but wasn’t saying anything to anyone.
An officer took his papers and went to his patrol car while everyone waited.
Jack enjoyed watching the man sweat.
He’s going down.
When the officer came back without the paperwork and said, “Zebadiah Boyd, you are under arrest,” and then slapped cuffs on him, Jack couldn’t help but smile.
It gave him great pleasure to see the man taken away in the squad car.
