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From where I sat I could look down the street and see anyone who moved, so I
ordered a meal and stayed there, eating and drinking coffee and trying to
stay
awake.
There was not much out there in the street at this hour. In a little while
the
town would wake up, the soldiers would come in in one of the rigs that
carried
them over from the Fort, or they would hike, as many preferred to do. The
town
would be wide open. It was a town where killing was the order of the day,
where
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the idea of gold would set the place afire. And somewhere in the town was
Penelope, and three hundred pounds of gold.
Where did I fit in, anyway? I had given her a chance to get away, given Mims
the
same chance; but he was dead, murdered. And Penelope had not wasted any time
looking for me, nor left any sign for me. And she had come here, to the least
likely place. I couldn't even imagine her knowing of this place.
Rightfully, a piece of that gold was mine. I was the one who'd found it, I
got
it out of there, and now here I sat with about four dollars in my pocket and
a
nasty scar on my scalp to show for all I'd been through.
And then for the first time I remembered the money I'd been paid for guiding
Loomis and Penelope. Fifty dollars ...
I wasn't broke, then. Fifty dollars was nigh onto two months' pay for a
cowhand,
and I'd known a few who had worked for less. While I sat there thinking about
it, I saw Noble Bishop ride into the street. Jacob Loomis was with him, and
Ralph and Sylvie Karnes. They come riding up the street, looking right and
left,
dusty and beat-looking, their eyes hot with the fire that only gold can
light.
They did not see me sitting there, and if they went to the corral the big
black
horse would not be familiar to them.
But where was Penelope, and where was that gold?
And then I started to get really mad.
I'd been riding my fool head off, a good man had been killed and a couple of
others less than good, and all for what? So one big-eyed girl could walk off
with the lot, a girl with no more claim to it than any one of us. What if
Nathan
Hume was a relative? The gold had been buried for years, and without me she
would never have had it.
I got up from the table so fast I almost upset it, dropped a half-dollar
beside
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my plate, and started for the door.
The senora ran after me. "Wait a minute, senor! Your change!"
"Keep it. Feed me sometime when I come in here broke."
It was hot outside in the late afternoon sun, but I did not care. I strode up
the street and pushed open the batwing doors of Baca's saloon. Baca himself
was
standing at the bar, and I saw his eyes turn to me, narrowing slightly.
"Baca," I said abruptly, "there's a girl in town who came in this afternoon,
and
she's hiding out somewhere. You know everything that happens in this town I
want
that girl, and I want her quick!"
"I am sorry. I "
"Baca, I'm Nolan Sackett. You know me."
He hesitated. Within call he might have fifteen, twenty tough men. If he
called
them I was in for one hell of a fight. But right then I didn't care, and I
think
he realized it.
"She's down at Slanting Annie's. Not her crib her cabin. You take your own
chances. She's got a gun, and I hear she's ready to use it."
"She won't use it on me." But even as I said it, I wasn't sure.
I walked outside. The sun's glare hit my eyes like a fist, and I stood
blinking.
The anger was still in me, and I wanted only to see Penelope and know the
truth.
I had fought for her, helped her escape, found the gold for her and then she
had
gone off on her own.
Mims was dead. Had she killed him? How else could anyone have come up on him?
These thoughts went through my head, but in the back of my mind I didn't want
to
believe it.
Slanting Annie's cabin was under the cottonwoods on the edge of town. I
walked
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down the dusty street, wishing I had a horse. No cowhand worthy of the name
ever
walked far on a street if he could avoid it, but there was no time to get a
horse and the distance was short. All the time I knew that Bishop and the
others
were in town and would be hunting the girl, and me as well.
Annie herself came to the door. Slanting Annie had worked in a dozen western
towns, and I had known her in both Fort Griffin and Dodge.
"Annie, I want to see Penelope Hume."
"She isn't here, Nolan."
"Annie," I said roughly, "you know better than to tell me something like
that. I
know she's here, and she'd better know that Loomis, Bishop, and all of them
are
in town."
"Let him come in," Penelope's voice said.
Annie stepped aside and I came into the shadowed room and removed my hat.
Penelope was wearing a gray traveling outfit of some kind, and she was
actually
beautiful. I hadn't realized before just how beautiful she was, although I
figured her for a mighty pretty girl.
"Mr. Sackett, I thought you were dead!"
"Like Mims, you mean?"
"Poor Uncle Harry ... he never had a chance. Flinch did it."
"Flinch?"
Now, why hadn't I thought of him? There was Injun enough in him to be able to
close in on a man without his knowing it.
"You expect me to believe that?" I said.
"Of course I do. You can't believe I would kill that fine old man!"
"You seem to manage pretty well when the chips are down." I dropped into a
chair
and put my hat on the floor beside it. "We've some talking to do."
She glanced at Annie. "Not now."
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Annie looked at her, then at me. "You want me to leave so you can talk?
You're
perfectly safe with him," she added to Penelope.
I grinned at her. "Now that's a hell of a thing to say!"
"I mean that you're a gentleman. An outlaw, maybe, but a gentleman."
"Well... thanks."
"I'll go up the street. I want to see Jennie, anyway."
She took up her hat, pinned it on, and went out and closed the door.
"You're pretty good at getting across country," I said grudgingly. "That was
a
neat trick with the sheep."
"It didn't fool anybody."
"Yes, it did. It fooled them." I looked hard at her. "It didn't fool me."
"As for getting across country, I had a good teacher. Probably the best."
"Who?"
"Who else? You, of course. I watched you when you minded us, watched
everything
you did. You're a very careful man."
She was watching me with a curious expression that I couldn't quite figure
out.
"You haven't asked about the gold," she said.
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