Free A Mass Murderer - Blood for blood (ADDITIONAL BOOK INCLUDED ) by Sara Wood Page A

give a sweet damn about that. I just want to get me home. Get things moving to sell out, then head after this other bastard?” Bates said with anger.
    “A fair distance, Bill. That’s a mighty long way. Maybe you should spend some time home first. I stand by what I said back in Yuma. As far as the revenge is concerned, you and I are through. I’m not going on with you. I know the names, like you do, and I’m going to be looking for them. I you get there first, then that’s fine with me. I just want to see all of the bastards dead. The way I do it and the way you’ll try it are a long way apart.  For me it’s the dying I want. For you it’s everything that comes first. So we go alone. After we’re through here….maybe tomorrow or so and then we part.” Klyne said with deep thought.
    Waiting until it was dark, they drove leisurely round the town, avoiding the lights and noise, though Bates figured there’d be no charge laid against them.
    “I seen enough of human nature to doubt that. If this Senator Nathan’s as rich and powerful as they say, then he’ll be doing a whole lot of work to get us hung.” Klyne said.
    “That aren’t justice,” complained Bates said getting impatient to reach home fast.
    “Come on now, Bill. Since when was justice something that depended on pointless little things like right and wrong? You know as well as me that there’s some folks that robs you with a gun and there’s others that’ll rob you with a pen. A lawyer’s the sort of man who performs best when he’s got a bag of gold jammed in his pocket.”
    Bates sniffed, and fell silent.
    They finally reached their homes around nine O’clock, after watching to make sure the houses weren’t being watched. The security personals were eating together in Klyne’s house, and they seemed to have been making a fair job of managing the houses for them. But they also had two pieces of news.
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    One of the pieces of news that they gave the two men was bad.
    The other was very bad.
    First came the bad news.
    There was a telegraph form that one of the security guys had picked up in town the day previous. It was from Phoenix, and it was addressed to Bates.
    It read: ‘Regret your wife’s sister, Rosy, passed away yesterday. She was in no pain. Funeral is tomorrow. Telegraph instructions regarding her daughter Rebecca.” It was signed: ‘Mrs. Diane Peterson.’
    “That’s the lady lives with her. Fine-looking woman. On her own since her husband died. She’ll be just fine for looking after Rebecca.” Bates said.
    And as far as Bates was concerned, that seemed the end of the matter. But Klyne stood up and walked over to the chair where he was sitting.
    “Damn it, Bill, Shy’s not a damned pet that you can leave here and there when it suits you. She’s your niece, your only relative. Now Becky’s gone, she’s your responsibility. You can’t leave her with some kind neighbor and walk away from it.” Klyne pointed out.
    “Well….Look, Roy, If we are carrying on with this feud, then I can’t be having a brat trailing on my butt all the time, now can I?” Bates asked.
    It was a fair point. But the key word was ‘if’
    “But that’s the whole point of what I’ve been trying to drive into your thick skull since we left Yuma. I’m the one who’s going to carry on. You can do what you like. Move from here and go somewhere far. Set up a little farm with what you got left and take the girl. Start a whole new life. I mean it, Bill. You are not coming with me.”
    It took time for the idea to soak into Bates befuddled mind, but it finally penetrated, and he agreed with extreme reluctance to telegraph the good Mrs. Peterson in the morning telling her that he would be out to Phoenix on the first train to pick up his niece.
    Klyne finally agreed that he would at least travel to Phoenix with Bates to pick up Rebecca, but that he would then set off after Killer number four.
    The worse news came idly from the