can get. When I outdraw and kill the Gunsmith, I want everybody to see.â
âYou still got that weird gun?â
âWhatâs weird about my Peacemaker?â Dillon asked. He took it out and put it on the table. Because his hands were so large, and his fingers so big, heâd had the trigger replaced with a larger one. Heâd had the butt extended, and the holster adjusted to accommodate those changes.
âLook at it,â Quentin said, âI couldnât fire that accurately.â
âThatâs good,â Dillon said, putting the gun back in his holster. âLess chance my own gun can ever be used against me.â
âAre we done here?â Raymond said. âI wanna get some food, and then a whore.â
âI wanna ride with you tomorrow,â Quentin said.
âWell,â Dillon said, standing up, âcome and eat with us and weâll talk about that.â
TWENTY-THREE
Dillon went to the whorehouse with Raymond, and while his partner picked out a pretty little blonde who weighed barely ninety poundsâand looked âcleanââDillon could not find a girl big enough for his needs. Heâd been spoiled by Candy from Denby a couple of days ago. Instead, he left the whorehouse and went back to the saloonâthe one with the cold beer.
Quentin wasnât there when he walked in, but Dillon had already agreed to let his old partner tag along.
âI just wanna see it,â Quentin said. âI wanna see you gun the Gunsmith.â
âI told you,â Dillon said, âthe more witnesses the better.â
Dillon went to the bar and ordered a beer. In the mirror, he saw the batwings open, and a man walked in. When he turned to come to the bar, Dillon saw the badge. He didnât know the man, but he was well acquainted with what he stood for.
Sheriff Cal Evans stood at the bar a few spaces from Dillon and ordered a beer.
âQuiet town,â Dillon said to Evans.
âUsually.â
âHeard you had some excitement a few days ago,â Dillon said.
âHeard that, did ya?â Evans asked. âWhatâd you hear, exactly?â
âHeard the Gunsmith was in town,â Dillon said. âThat he gunned a man.â
âWell, yeah,â Evans said, over his beer, âthatâs true.â
âHeard he did it left-handed.â
Evans stared at Dillon, sipping his beer.
âThat I canât tell ya,â the lawman said. âI didnât see it.â
âMustâve been a big crowd.â
âActually, no,â Evans said. âIt happened so fast, nobody in town saw it.â
âI heard some women saw it.â
âWell, yeah,â Evans said, âbut they were with Adams. And they all left town, after.â
Well, that pretty much confirmed everything Dillon had heard so far. Now he needed to find out if the sheriff knew anything extra.
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Clint poured coffee for everyone, and then held his cup while Rosemary filled it for him.
âThank you,â he said.
âOh, my God,â Jenny said. âThatâs strong coffee.â
âKills any germs that might get into your food,â Clint said.
âWhat?â Morgan said. âWhat germs?â
âThere are no germs in this food,â Rosemary said aloud.
She handed out the plates. Clint set his plate on his lap and ate with his left hand. He was able to use his right arm, at least, to keep the plate from sliding off his lap.
He tasted Rosemaryâs beans and bacon and his eyebrows went up. âThis is really good, Rosemary,â he said.
âSee?â she said. âNot just regular trail food.â
âSuits me,â Clint said.
They all ate avidly; the job of cleaning up fell to Jenny.
While she took the plates and utensils away to clean them, they all had some more coffee, and Clint put another pot on the fire.
Rosemary said, âI see youâre moving your arm more. Do you have