Ill get it, Wyatt said. He reached for the doorknob and opened the door.
The man standing on the porch wore a thick wool coat over a navy blue suit, white dress shirt, red power tie and black, shiny wing tips. His salted hair was barely visible beneath the wool watch cap pulled low over his ears.
Good afternoon, Wyatt, Richard Pendleton said.
Irritation sluiced through Wyatts blood. This was the fourth time in the past month the man had shown up uninvited on his porch.
The first time, Wyatt heard him out. The man represented a mining corporation. The Degas Group wanted to buy the mineral rights to his property and the transportation rights to use it during the mining of his neighbors land.
Wyatt had no intention of agreeing to either request. What are you doing here? My answer has not changed.
May I come in? he asked, undaunted. His expression was polite, his gaze friendly.
Id rather you didnt. We have nothing to talk about.
You may want this to go away, but its not going to. Your neighbors wont let it. Well double our offer, he said.
Theyd already offered him a half a million dollars. Now they wanted to give him a million? For rights that may or may not pan out.
Neither he nor his father before him had ever allowed any type of surveying on the Monroe ranch. Wyatt had too much respect for the land to even contemplate robbing the soil of the minerals God had enriched it with, whatever they may be. Nor was he going to allow outsiders to use the road his father had built and grant his neighbors access to it out of a sense of community.
No.
The congenial facade dropped. Pendleton narrowed his brown eyes. His voice dipped to a menacing growl. You wont be able to keep the land tied up forever, Mr. Monroe.