me have a look?â
âOf course. Iâll get it.â
Gerhardt went to his wagon.
âCan we really make it?â Mueller asked. âWithout Captain Parker, and the guide, and . . . a killer following us?â
âWe will make it,â Talbot said.
âIâll see to it,â Clint said. âI was ready to leave Effingham and head west anyway. Iâll get you all where youâre going.â
Talbot turned to the people and said, âGet your wagons ready to go.â
The peopleâthirty men, women, and childrenâdispersed to get themselves ready to travel.
Talbot turned to Clint.
âI am very grateful,â he said. âI would not hold it against you if you rode off with the sheriff.â
âItâs true that Bullet got me involved,â Clint said, âbut Iâm in it now for the long haul. I donât want to see anyone else get killed.â
âAnd you are curious, eh?â Talbot asked. âAbout who or what this killer is?â
âI have to admit,â Clint said, âI do want to see who the killer is.â
âYou will,â Talbot said.
Gerhardt came walking up, carrying some papers.
âHere they are.â
Clint perused the papers. They looked like legitimate deeds, but of course it all depended on whether or not the seller had been legitimate. At the bottom of each page were half a dozen signatures.
âThese wagons represent ten families who left Pennsylvania together,â Gerhardt explained, accepting the papers back.
âThey look okay,â Clint said, âbut I guess weâll find out for sure when we get there. You better get your wagon ready to travel, Mr. Gerhardt.â
âYes.â
The man hurried back to his wagon. Clint walked over to Eclipse and saddled him, then saddled Talbotâs horse for him.
Talbot came over and said, âI will ride in the wagon with Sarah for a while.â
âOkay,â Clint said, âIâll tie your saddle mount to the back of your wagon.â
Clint saw Talbotâs gun tucked into his belt.
âIâm glad to see youâre carrying your pistol,â Clint said. âFully loaded with silver bullets?â
âYes,â Talbot said, touching the gun. âI want to be ready. I have a mold to make other bullets. I can make some for your gun, if you like.â
âThatâs okay,â Clint said. âIâm not buying into the whole silver bullet thing . . . not yet.â
âI wish you would,â Talbot said, âbut I understand.â
âThanks for that.â
âNo, thank you,â Talbot said.
âFor what?â
âFor not thinking I am a crazy man,â the Romanian said. âFor not telling the sheriff that I am crazy. For not walking away when you had the chance.â
âListen,â Clint said, âyou might just be crazy, Talbot, but I still think youâre the best bet to catch this . . . killer.â
âIn that case,â Talbot said, âI think perhaps you should start to call me Frederick.â
âOkay,â Clint said, âand you call me Clint.â
The two men shook hands, as if meeting for the first time.
âI better take the lead,â Clint said. âYou go and get aboard your wagon.â
âYes.â
âWho is in the lead wagon?â
âGerhardt.â
âOkay,â Clint said. âLetâs get rolling.â
TWENTY-EIGHT
The wagon train started west again with Clint Adams in the lead. He had now gone from unofficial deputy to unofficial wagon master. Once again heâd stepped into other peopleâs business and come away with the burden of seeing that things went right. He now had to not only find and stop a killer, but see that these people got to Nevada, where they may or may not have had a legitimate claim to some land.
They had all put their lives in his handsâor into the
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