emergency situation there, just as they did in New Orleans.â
âMaybe itâs better if they do,â said Corbin. âIt might take something like that to shake up our outfit and make âem see what you and me already know.â
âWeâre at some disadvantage here in St. Louis,â Stringfield said. âHanks has been the segundo there in New Orleans from the start, and has authority we lack.â
âYeah,â said Corbin, âwe come north after the Sandlin gang folded, and it was neck meat or nothinâ. We had to take any position we could get. I canât believe Hanks let them gun-toters escape New Orleans without a scratch, or that he ainât sendinâ somebody after âem. He ainât tellinâ us a damn thing he donât have to.â
âI suspect youâre right.â Stringfield said, âand he may find himself in trouble because he didnât nail that pair in New Orleans. Especially if they reach Carson City and force the termination of our operation there.â
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Wes and El Lobo locked the door of their tiny cabin, and removing their hats, boots, and gunbelts, stretched out on their bunks. Empty lay on the floor between them, shifting uneasily as the steamboat got under way.
âIf we can rest here until suppertime, weâll be able to spend some of the evening hours on deck,â Wes said. âAt least, thereâs nobody gunning for us, unless they slipped aboard without us seeing them. Weâll have a chance to look around during supper.â
âSÃ,â said El Lobo. âThey have plan for us. We just not know what that plan be.â
âThereâs always the layover in Kansas City, until we can take the train for Boulder,â Wes said, âand if they miss us there, itâs a long train ride. If all else fails, they can tear up some track and stop the train.â
âThe Dragon not wait for Kansas City, not wait for train,â said El Lobo.
âI reckon youâre seeinâ somethinâ I missed,â Wes said. âWhy are you so sure?â
âNot know,â said the Indian. âPerâap nothing. Perâap malo.â
Come suppertime, Wes first saw that Empty was fed in the kitchen. Then he and El Lobo took their places at one of the many tables. They were early, and over first cups of coffee watched the other passengers enter. The waiters had already begun taking orders when the two women entered the dining hall. With their dark hair, dark eyes, and fancy dress, they were younger and more attractive than they had appeared to be as they had arrived at the landing. They seemed to be seeking a certain table, and men smiled invitingly, but they didnât pause until they were near where Wes and El Lobo sat.
âWe hate to eat alone,â said the taller of the two. âMay we sit with you?â
El Lobo said nothing. Empty got up, growling, and moved two tables away. There he stood, looking with suspicion upon the two women. Wes finally spoke.
âYouâre welcome to sit here, if you like.â
The two pulled out chairs and sat down, the one who had spoken sitting across from Wes, while the other faced El Lobo.
âIâm Louise,â said the one who had spoken first. âMy friends call me Lou.â
âIâm Monique,â her companion said, âand my friends call me Mona.â
There was no help for it, and Wes spoke.
âIâm Wes, and this is El Lobo. We have no friends.â
âWhat an unusual name,â said Monique, looking at El Lobo. âIs that your first or last name?â
El Lobo looked at her as though she didnât exist.
âItâs his first and last name,â Wes said. âHe canât speak English.â
âHow quaint,â said Monique. âSo you speak for him.â
âWhen I have to,â Wes said. âHe generally just shoots people who annoy him.â
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