over. You can see by the way heâs hanginâ on now that he means business. You might think weâd just hoisted a bank.â
âI suppose somebody repeated to him what you said about linkinâ him up with the Sontags. He evidently figgers you can do it.â
They were between three and four miles out of Bowie by now. It was their intention to intercept the Sawbuck wagon and get their rifles and blankets. According to their calculations, Maverick should be nearing Cain Springs.
âWeâll have to get some grub off Maverick,â said Little Bill. âWeâll head west then and make ourselves pretty hard to find for a few days.â
Luther nodded and conversation died again for another ten minutes. Bill had thoughts of Martha Southard to temper his bitterness; Luther was not so fortunate.
âIâll never forget her cominâ to warn me,â Bill murmured to himself. âSome people are sure to talk me down and give me a bad name for this. I donât care what they say if it donât turn her against me.â
The country was beginning to change. The treeless level plain southwest of Bowie was giving â to rolling, scrub-covered hills. Bill turned in his saddle to find Beaudry and his posse far behind.
âWe wonât change our course until we get in among the scrub,â he advised Luther. âTheyâll think weâre headinâ for the Strip. If they keep after us, thatâs the way theyâll go, stayinâ close to the Cimarron bottoms.â
In a few minutes they lost sight of the posse and swung to the south for the springs. The gelding hadnât raised a sweat. The mare Luther was riding was flecked with lather. She had evidently been on hard grain for weeks and had had far too little exercise. She was strong, however, and would toughen up in a hurry.
An old stone house that dated back to the days of the Texas trail stood under the cottonwoods at Cain Springs. The Sawbuck wagon stood drawn up before it as Luther and Little Bill rode in. Maverick was watering his horses. He dropped his bucket on catching sight of them and stared his surprise.
âWhatâs the idea of this?â he demanded banter-ingly. âYou git chased out of town?â
âThatâs exactly what happened,â Bill informed him. âA lot of things have taken place since I saw you last, Maverick. Weâre here to get our rifles and blankets. Want you to make us up a sack of grub too.â
âHunh?â Maverick grunted as their soberness was communicated to him. âWhy, you boys mean it!â
âWe do, for a fact,â said Little Bill as he and Luther pulled their rolls out of the wagon. âI donât know how much time weâve got; just shake up anythinâ thatâs handy. We can talk while youâre gettinâ it ready. You tell Tascosa we took this sack of cartridges.â
Maverick threw some stuff together as Little Bill acquainted him with what had happened. Luther had walked back to a little ridge twenty-five yards beyond the house. He could see for some distance from the crest of it.
âIâm sorry to hear all this, Bill,â Maverick asserted with a great wagging of his head. âYouâre goinâ up against a bad bunch in them Sontags. I know some of âem. You look out for Grat. Heâs the kind what kills just to see a man kick. You got any plans?â
âWeâll make our plans as we go along, Maverick. If youâve got that sack ready Iâll tie it on my saddle.â
âThere it is! Iâll give yuh a little tobacco ifââ
He didnât finish. Luther was running toward them.
âBill, theyâre cominâ!â Luther shouted. âThey got this place surrounded! The best thing we can do is git our horses inside the house and stand âem off! Maybe we can slip out tonight!â
âGrab your horse then and get him in !â Bill snapped