said, ânot now, not in the daylight.â
âWhat do you suggest?â Clint asked.
âThe same thing I suggested last night,â Talbot said. âThat the sheriff accompany the wagons while you and I hunt.â
âWell, youâll have to make that suggestion to the sheriff,â Clint said. âI think heâll have something to say about that.â
âI shall do so, at breakfast,â Talbot said.
They turned and walked back to the fire.
*Â *Â *
âI canât do that,â Sheriff Bullet said.
âWhy not?â Talbot asked.
They were seated around the fire, eating the bacon and beans Sarah had prepared for their morning meal.
âWell, for one thing,â Bullet said, âIâm the sheriff of my county. Technically, I canât leave it. Not and have any authority. I need to catch the killer before it gets too far away.â
âBut youâre already out of the county,â Clint pointed out.
âI know the sheriff of this county,â Bullet said. âWeâve worked together before. Heâll vouch for me. But Iâm not going to be able to go further.â
âSo what do you suggest?â Clint asked.
âLet Talbot here go with the wagon, and his people,â Bullet said. âYou and I can go hunting.â
âBut Talbotâs the hunter,â Clint pointed out, âand the tracker.â
Bullet considered that for a moment.
âWell . . . you could go with the wagons, while I hunt with Talbot.â
âI would prefer to hunt with Mr. Adams,â Talbot said quietly but firmly.
âWhy?â Bullet asked.
âHe and I are the same.â
âIs that a fact?â
âWe have the same instincts,â Talbot said. âWe would keep each other alive.â
âAnd I couldnât do that?â
Talbot didnât answer.
âOkay, but damn it,â Bullet said, âthereâs got to be another way.â
âThere is,â Clint said.
âWhatâs that?â
âYou go back to Effingham and resume your job,â Clint told him.
âAnd you?â
âTalbot and I will travel with the wagons,â Clint said. âIf itâs true that the killer is following this train, you wonât have any further trouble.â
âBut you will.â
âWhen Talbot and I have taken care of the situation, Iâll telegraph you and let you know that your murder has been solved.â
âThat doesnâtâthat doesnât sound right.â
âBut itâs the only way,â Clint said.
Sheriff Bullet chewed his food and considered Clintâs words.
âIt makes sense,â Talbot said.
âI know, damn it!â Bullet said. He looked at Clint. âI got you messed up in this. It doesnât feel right leaving you to handle it.â
âDonât worry, Ray,â Clint said. âIf I wanted out, Iâd ride out. Believe me.â
âYes,â Bullet said, âyes, all right. It does seem the only solution. Iâll head back to town after breakfast. But you have to keep me informed and let me know when you catch the killer.â
âI will,â Clint promised.
âAnd,â Bullet said, âyou have to tell me what the hell it is!â
TWENTY-SEVEN
Bullet rode out and headed back to Effingham.
Clint turned to Talbot, Gerhardt, Mueller, and the other members of the wagon train.
âSo,â he asked, âwhere are we headed?â
âNevada,â Gerhardt said. âWe bought some property there. There is enough for all of us to settle on.â
âYou have paperwork?â Clint asked. Heâd known of a lot of Easterners who had bought property in the West, only to find out upon their arrival that theyâd been swindled. Either the seller never owned the property, or it was barren land that could not be worked.
âWe do,â Gerhardt said.
âMaybe youâll let
Eric Flint, Charles E. Gannon