Sheriff Moreland made the arrest.
“You’re going to pay for this, Moreland,” Restin told him from a cell. “I’ll have your job.”
“You’re probably right,” Moreland said. “I could look the other way on a lot of things, Restin, but having your own daughter killed? That ain’t one of them.”
He left Restin still sputtering in his cell, left the cell block and closed the door.
Clint had to stay in town and wait for the Circuit Judge to arrive, as did the gunman Finn. Moreland agreed not to lock Finn up. It was that or leave and have the Gunsmith tracking him down.
When the Judge arrived, he wasted no time charging Restin once he heard the evidence. There was no need for Clint to stay for the trial, but there was one other thing he had to see to.
Clint took Terry to the office of Eugene Barkley, Attorney-at-Law.
“This is your lawyer, now,” he told her.
The young lawyer smiled from behind his desk and said, “Miss Restin.”
“B-but, aren’t you representing my father?”
“Not anymore,” Barkley said. “He’ll have to get someone else to defend him against criminal charges. Meanwhile, you need to sign a few papers, and then you’ll be a very rich young lady.”
She looked at Clint, who nodded and held a chair for her to sit in.
When they stepped outside, Terry Restin was very rich.
“What do I do now?” she asked.
“You can run your father’s businesses, or sell them,” Clint said.
“I don’t know the first thing about business.”
“Then you better sell his holdings. Barkley will help you with that.”
“B-but, what about the ranch?”
“You can keep living there.”
“I guess – I could keep Ray on as foreman.”
“Do you trust him?”
“He only worked for my father,” she said, “I know he didn’t approve of a lot of what he did.”
“And what about the Drinkwater?”
“I’ll give that back to Buck.”
“See?” Clint said. “You’re already making the right decisions.”