to the marshalâs office. âThis is it,â he said, smiling and waving a piece of paper. He sat down. âIt seems that Lee Slater â and Slater is his Christian name â was born in Oklahoma. He left their farm when he was about fifteen, after raping and killing a neighbor girl. He had a younger brother that disappeared shortly after robbing a stagecoach and making off with a strongbox filled with thousands of dollars. The boys were named Lee and Luther.â Mills smiled again. âLutherâs middle name was Charles.â
âItâs good enough for me, but I doubt a jury would convict on it.â
âNor do I. My superiors have given me orders to stay out here until Lee Slater and his band of thugs are contained.â He sighed. âAt the rate Iâm going, I may as well move my belongings out here and transfer my bank account.â
âOh,â Smoke said, pouring them both coffee. âItâs not that bad. I tell you what Iâll bet you: you stay out here a few more months, Mills, and this country will grab you. Then you wonât want to leave.â
âIâm afraid you may be right. Do you have any sort of plan, Smoke? I seem to be fresh out.â
The gunfighter shook his head. âNo, I donât, Mills. It seems to me â and Iâm no professional lawman â that all we can do is wait for something to break, then jump on it like a hound on a bone.â
Mills had noticed that Smoke had adopted a small cur dog heâd found wandering the town, eating scraps and having mean little boys throw rocks at it. After a lecture from Smoke Jensen about being cruel to animals, Mills was of the opinion the boys might well grow up to be vegetarians. Smoke had been rather stern.
Smoke had bathed the little dog and fixed it a bed in the office. The dog now lay in Smokeâs lap, contented as Smoke gently petted it.
âYouâre a strange man, Smoke,â Mills had to say. âYou donât appear to care one whit about the life of a person gone wrong, yet you love animals.â
âAnimals canât help being what they are, Mills,â Smoke said with a gentle smile. âWe humans can. We have the ability to think and reason. I donât believe animals do; at least not to any degree. We donât have to rob and steal and lie and cheat and murder. Thatâs why God gave us a brain. And I donât have any use for people who refuse to use that brain and instead turn to a life of crime. You read the Bible, Mills?â
âCertainly. But what has the Bible got to do with animals?â
âA lot. I think animals go to Heaven.â
âOh, come now!â Mills gently scoffed.
âSure. And our Bible is not the only Good Book that talks of that. Our Bible says in Ecclesiates: âFor the fate of the sons of men and the fate of beasts is the same; as one dies, so dies the other. They all have the same breath, and man has no advantage over the beasts; for all is vanity.â Paul preached about it, too. And my wife, who is a lot more religious than me, says that John Wesley came right out and outlined what he thought animals would experience in Heaven. John Calvin also admitted that he thought animals were to be renewed.â
Mills shook his head. âYou never cease to baffle me, Smoke. Youâre a ... walking contradiction. You mentioned some other Good Book. What are you talking about?â
âThe Koran. You havenât read it?â
âGood God, no! And you have?â
âYes. Sally ordered a copy for me. I found it very interesting.â
Mills studied the man for a moment. Before him was the Westâs most notorious gunfighter â no Jensen wasnât notorious; âfamousâ was a better word â and the man was calmly discussing the worldâs religions. And sounding as if he did indeed know what he was talking about.
âYou think youâll go to Heaven,
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