It was getting to mid-afternoon when Amos and Alice rode into town, and a meeting with Speed Guyer was about to take shape, first would be the mining question, what was it he would do? Keep the mine property, or, as with every other piece of property he had come his way, sell it off at a profit to share with his New York partner.
Second would be the personal piece of the meeting, between her and him, hopefully in private, but whichever, it would happen, there was just no way that it wouldn't. She suspected that Henry S. Guyer had feelings for her, perhaps deep feelings, yet every time he might want to divulge them to her, something always intervened. Yet she had to admire his devotion to Marshaling and to his company, which did not mean that she was happy about it.
Father and daughter reined in at the Municipal Building and stepped down, tying their horses to the hitch rail and stepping up on the boardwalk. Each stretching a bit before they entered the building. All of the county and city offices, including the court rooms were there. The burned out offices of the postmaster were well under construction for repairs from the recent, tragic, fire, and the Marshal's Office.
Amos opened the door and said, "Got some powerful good news!" Following him was Alice who got a long look from Speed. Amos drew out the papers, bill of sale and such, "Bought up for hunder'd acres south a' here. Copper, Speed, copper! Got one mine opened, some out buildin's, nobody workin' it, but it's there, an' sure as shootin' there's more ta be found."
"Copper you say, how much did you have to pay?" Speed responded.
"Doller an acre. Four hunder'd. Question is Mister Guyer, jest whot'er yer plans fer this un?"
