there. Longarm tracked DeCaro down in Samuel Johnsonâs mercantile. The young hostler was arranging for the import of a load of horseshoe nails.
âWhere do those have to come from?â Longarm asked.
âCheyenne,â DeCaro told him.
âPretty much everything has to come up from Cheyenne,â Johnson said. âThe railroad, you see. We have goods shipped by rail to Cheyenne then carted up here by bull trains or the smaller items on the stagecoach.â
âThat makes sense,â Longarm said. âYâknow, while I think about it, I have a question for you, Mr. Johnson.â
âSam,â the man corrected. âEveryone calls me Sam.â
âAll right then, Sam. You handle freight orders here, I take it, just like you handle the stagecoach business?â
âThatâs right, I do.â
âThen do you happen to know how the Basques are armed? I noticed a lot of modern repeating rifles in that camp.â
âIs this an official inquiry?â Johnson asked. âBecause I shouldnât tell you if it isnât. Privacy and all that.â
âItâs official,â Longarm said.
âAll right then. Yes, I handled the freight order for that. Two cases of rifles at twenty-eight dollars each . . . I made a fair profit on those, if I do say so . . . and four cases of .44-40 ammunition. All of it prepaid by a gentleman named Wisner. I donât know anything about him, though, or why he would be arming those Basques.â
âThey work for Wisner,â Longarm said.
âThat explains it then.â
âAnd the Mexicans?â Longarm asked. âHave they armed themselves too?â
âNot through me, they havenât. I sell them some shotgun shells and loose powder and percussion caps but nothing in any volume,â Johnson said.
âThey havenât loaded up with firearms the way the Basques have,â DeCaro put in. âThey just have what they normally carry to keep predators away from their goats.â
âSo if it came to a war, the Basques would likely win?â Longarm asked.
DeCaro frowned in thought then said, âMaybe. Thereâs more Mexicans than there are Basques, but the Basques are better armed. The Mexican boys are used to fighting. Theyâve had more than enough of it down their way. They can handle themselves if it comes to a scrap. I donât know about the Basques. Donât know anything about how it is where they come from. In my opinion I think it could go either way.â
âWhat about you, Sam? What do you think?â
âDonât ask me, Marshal. I stay strictly neutral about things like this.â
Longarm thought about saying And youâll sell arms to either side as long as you get your profit on the deal , but he put a brake on his tongue. Instead he said, âAnthony, Iâd like to have a word with you when youâre done here.â
âSure thing, Marshal.â
âIâll wait on one oâ those handsome benches over by the courthouse,â Longarm said.
âFine. Iâll meet you there. Wonât be but a minute and Iâll be finished with my business.â
Longarm touched the brim of his Stetson toward Johnson, then turned and headed across the street toward the McConnell County Courthouse and the privacy of the public square, where no one was apt to be close when he spoke with DeCaro.
Chapter 22
Longarm scarcely had time to finish a cheroot before DeCaro showed up and sat on the bench beside him.
âSorry if I kept you waiting too long,â the young hostler said.
Longarm grinned. âNot at all. I sat here anâ watched some fine-looking women out for their daily shopping.â
âDwyer does seem to have some uncommonly good-looking women,â DeCaro said, âbut all the really good-looking ones are married.â
âNow, that, son, is a damned shame.â
âWhat is it you wanted to see me about,