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Albert
headed
in
,
and
stopped
while
one
of
the
men
jumped
down
and
opened
the
gate
.
The
cop
cut
off
his
motor
and
leaned
it
against
its
stand
.
"
Private
property
,
"
Mac
called
to
him
.
"
I
’
ll
stick
around
,
buddy
,
"
he
said
.
"
I
’
ll
just
stick
around
.
"
A
hundred
yards
ahead
a
little
white
house
stood
under
a
huge
,
spreading
pepper
tree
,
and
behind
it
a
big
white
barn
reared
.
A
stocky
ranchman
with
a
straw
-
colored
mustache
slouched
out
of
the
house
and
stood
waiting
for
them
.
Albert
pulled
up
.
Mac
said
,
"
Hello
,
mister
.
The
lady
told
us
to
come
for
some
stuff
.
"
"
Yah
,
"
said
the
man
.
"
She
told
me
.
Two
old
milk
cow
,
little
bully
calf
.
"
"
Well
,
can
we
slaughter
’
em
here
,
mister
?
"
"
Yah
.
You
do
it
yourself
.
Clean
up
after
.
Don
’
t
make
mess
.
"
"
Where
are
they
,
mister
?
"
"
I
got
them
in
barn
.
You
don
’
t
kill
them
there
.
Makes
mess
in
the
barn
.
"
"
Sure
,
mister
.
Pull
around
by
the
barn
,
Albert
.
"
