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of killed the both of them, they would have killed the both of us and then scalped both of us before leaving us here to be food for coyote’s, wolves and vultures,” replied Jess.
                  “The thought of being scalped by those savages makes me shudder,” replied Annie.
                  “It ought to, since they probably would’ve scalped you twice,” replied Jess.
                  “Why in the hell would they scalp me twice?” demanded Annie. Jess didn’t reply. He simply waited for Annie to have a few seconds to figure out what he was referring to. She finally figured it out. Her face got all red as she blushed.
                  “That was a terrible thing to say! I can’t believe you said that,” exclaimed Annie.
                  Jess smiled for the first time in a while as he looked at her. “Hey, those fish ain’t going to jump into the pan by themselves,” replied Jess, as he looked over at the fish he caught.
                  Annie got up with an indignant look on her face and went to Jess’ saddlebags and got out a skillet. As she did, Jess took a long look at Annie’s behind, which he had to admit was as nice as what he had seen earlier.
                  “And don’t you be looking at my behind either,” exclaimed Annie.
     
    CHAPTER NINE
     
                  Jess and Annie took turns standing watch for the rest of the night in case any more Indian warriors showed up and then they headed straight for Buford, Kansas at daylight. They rode into Buford well before the noon hour and headed for the saloon in town. Jess knew the barkeep who worked there, Samuel Davis, and Jess knew that if Darrel Clemmon was in town, Samuel would know about it. Jess walked through the swinging doors of the saloon and Samuel walked out from the back to see who had come in.
                  “Mr. Williams, it sure is nice to see you again. Who in the hell are you chasing down now?” asked Samuel. As soon as he got the words out of his mouth Annie walked through the swinging doors.
                  “Hey, we don’t allow women in here so haul you ass back out of here right now!” exclaimed Samuel.
                  “You don’t tell me what to do or not to do!” exclaimed Annie.
                  Samuel noticed she had a six-shooter strapped around her waist. “And what in the hell are you doing wearing that thing. It’ll just get you killed being a woman and all.”
                  “Are you deaf? I just told you that you don’t tell me what to do!” retorted Annie, a sharp tone in her voice.
                  “Samuel,” said Jess, “she’s with me so I would take it as a favor if you would not object to her being in here.”
                  Samuel quickly calmed down. “Well, if you’ll vouch for her, I suppose I can oblige you, but if I start to lose customers because of her being in here, she’ll have to leave.”
                  “Samuel, I’ll make up for any losses you might suffer. Besides, she won’t be in here much anyway. Now, back to your first question, we are looking for a man by the name of Darrel Clemmon and I was informed that he had been here.”
                  “He sure was and he’s still here. He’s upstairs right now sleeping off his liquored ass. That man can sure slam the whiskey back. I think he went through two bottles of cheap rotgut himself last night,” replied Samuel. “Why are you looking for him anyway?”
                  “He raped and killed a good friend of mine over in Clarence, Kansas. Before that, he and his partner, Cliff Hunt, killed Annie’s father and then raped Annie and her mother, so that’s all the reason I need,” replied Jess.
                  Samuel looked Annie over again. “I’m sorry about what happened to you and your