want âem,â the owner told him. âThat all right with you, Mr. MacCallister?â
Jamie shrugged his indifference as to what happened to the personal effects of the dead men. âIâll take their supplies,â he said. âAnd the best of the packhorses. The rest of the animals you can sell or give away. I donât care.â
âThatâs fair,â a man said.
âRat nice of you, Mr. MacCallister,â another spoke up, stripping the guns from Willie Evans while another man tugged off his boots. Willie wore no socks, and his feet were filthy, crusted with dirt.
Jamie viewed the scene without emotion. After a moment, he turned away and walked to the bar, ordering a drink of whiskey.
He did not turn around as the bodies were dragged out the back and laid on the cold ground. Jamie lingered for a time over his drink. He finished his whiskey and walked to the stable, to inspect the supplies left behind by the two men whoâd gotten away. It was more than enough to last him through the winter. He picked out the best of the horses and repacked what he was taking, which included almost a thousand rounds of .44 caliber ammunition. The blankets of the dead men, although just recently purchased, appeared to have various types of bugs crawling and hopping around in them. Jamie tossed the blankets to the ground.
âYou donât want them blankets?â a man asked.
âNo. You can have them.â
âPreciate it, Mr. MacCallister. I shorely do. You done us a good turn, so Iâll do you one. I know where some of the gang is winterinâ.â
Jamie waited.
âTheyâs a ramshackle olâ mininâ town just âcrost the territorial line in Colorodee. Itâs in the Medicine Bows. Ainât much to it now; there never was no vein. But thatâs where youâll find five or six of the gang. Gamblinâ and whorinâ, I âspect. I also âspect thatâs where them two that took out of here like their asses was on far went. So youâll probably be up agin eight or so hard cases.â
âI thank you for the information.â
âLak I say, you done me a good turn.â
Jamie was gone within the hour. He rode for several hours, reining up often to check his back trail. When he was satisfied he was not being followed, he made his camp in a snug hollow, where he and the horses would be protected from the wind, and spent the night.
He would head for Colorado at first light.
* * *
âFind him and kill him!â the man now known as Russell Clay told the Jones brothers. âAnd when that is accomplished, Iâll have another assignment for you. One that will take you to the West Coast and just might make you both rich beyond your wildest dreams.â
âNow youâre talkinâ like we wanna hear, mister,â Bob said with a smile.
âYour betcha. You just consider âer done,â Lloyd told the man who wore a muffler across his face and his hat pulled down low over his forehead. The brothers could see only the manâs eyes.
âFine. You know how to contact my man.â Russell turned and walked out of the warehouse. A carriage was waiting for him at the corner.
The brothers exchanged glances, Bob saying, âWe do this thing right, brother, we can get that job out in California. Then weâll forever shake the dust of this territory out of our boots.â
Lloyd nodded his head in agreement. âLetâs go find that reporter and get it done.â
âEasy as pie,â the older brother said.
Together, the brothers walked out into the cold night, killing on their minds.
8
Jamie Ian was the first to spot the little redheaded beauty sitting on the bench at the stage depot in Valley. He walked over to her.
âCould I help you, miss?â he asked, doffing his hat.
âSure and bâgorra, you could,â Mary Marie said, the Emerald Isle fairly pouring from her mouth.