latch.
âWhere you off to?â Fargo asked.
âNeed air,â Cuchillo Colorado said. He walked out, leaving the door partway open.
Samuels exhaled in relief and said, âThat went better than I thought it would.â
âHe gave the army his word that he wouldnât kill any of those responsible.â
âHe did? Well, now.â Samuels smiled and leaned back. âMaybe now I can finally get a good nightâs sleep.â
âThe army will want you to testify against Skeeter and Pratt,â Fargo mentioned, taking his hand off his Colt.
âIâve got no problem with that. Not after the bastard put lead in me. Iâll just be glad to have it over with.â Chuckling, Samuels stretched, then smacked the table as he had done earlier, only this time he smacked it for joy. âDonât this beat all. Here I took me for a goner and now I can live again. I can get on with my life, leg or no leg.â
âHow about some whiskey to celebrate?â
âYou have some?â
âIn my saddlebags.â
âMister, you and me will get along right fine,â Samuels said, and laughed.
Just then the leather hinges on the front door squeaked and in came Cuchillo Colorado.
âYouâre back quick,â Fargo said.
âDidnât you like the air?â Samuels joked.
âLike air fine,â Cuchillo Colorado said, moving to the fireplace and folding his arms. âFriends like air too.â
âFriends?â Samuels said.
A spike of alarm caused Fargo to turn toward the door but he was already too late.
Culebra Negro was framed in the doorway, his Spencer trained on Fargoâs gut. Behind him were the other two. âMove wrong, white-eye, and you die.â
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Samuels pushed to his feet, exclaiming in sudden panic, âWhatâs this?â
âI say I not kill you,â Cuchillo Colorado said. âI never say friends not kill you.â
âWhat?â
Fargo knew that if he so much as twitched, Culebra Negro would shoot him. He was quick but not quicker than the squeeze of a trigger finger, and Culebra Negroâs Spencer was cocked.
And then any chance was lost as the other two sidled inside with their own rifles leveled.
Samuels was the color of paste and opening and closing his mouth like a fish out of water. âI didnât touch her!â he bleated.
âYou not stop them,â Cuchillo Colorado said.
âWhat could I do?â Samuels said. âThere were two of them and they wear pistols and I donât.â
âYou have rifle,â Cuchillo Colorado said, with a nod at the Sharps propped against the fireplace.
âIâm no killer,â Samuels said. âIâve never killed a soul in my life.â
The other two Apaches had continued to sidle around until they were on either side of him. They looked at Cuchillo Colorado.
The prospector was looking at Fargo, pleading with his eyes.
âRaise hands,â Culebra Negro said. To stress his point, he sighted down the barrel of his Spencer at Fargoâs face.
Boiling inside, Fargo did.
Culebra Negro stepped up and gouged the muzzle against Fargoâs cheek. Holding the Spencer rock-steady, he reached down with his other hand and plucked the Colt from Fargoâs holster. Then he stepped back until he was practically in the corner and set the Colt on the floor.
âNow, you not be foolish,â Cuchillo Colorado said.
âYou do this,â Fargo said, âIâll report you to the army.â It was a useless threat and he knew it.
âThe blue coats are my enemies,â Cuchillo Colorado said. âThey will always be enemies.â
âI was right about you all along,â Fargo said. âYou used them. You tricked Colonel Hastings so heâd help you find the men who raped Corn Flower.â
âI trick,â Cuchillo Colorado admitted.
Fargo decided to point out the mistake the Apache had made. It might
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