The Morgan Trail by W.C. Tuttle

‘We can't do a thing for you, Dave. You ought to know we're carrying you for every cent your ranch is worth to us. This is not a personal matter. I know you're good for it; but I merely represent the directors, and the stockholders of this bank.'

John Harper, president of the Mesa City Bank, leaned back in his swivel-chair, and looked at Dave Morgan, who was seated across the table from him. Harper was a small, wiry, grizzled man, smooth-shaven, neatly dressed. He had been with the Mesa City Bank since the day it opened.