my commission with the rangers may be revoked. I might as well just die, damn it, and get out of everybodyâs way.â
âListen, you old catamount,â said Nathan, âyouâre not about to die. At least, not for a few more years. Youâre goinâ to get up out of that bed, and when you do, youâll still be wearinâ the star of the Texas Rangers. Now I have things to do, and Iâll see you again tomorrow.â
The old ranger managed a grin, and Nathan closed the door. Lieutenant Carter nodded at Nathan approvingly, for he had been listening. Returning to the post commanderâs office, Nathan spoke to Captain Ferguson.
âWhen time permits, Captain, I need the use of the telegraph.â
âGet with the telegrapher,â Ferguson replied. âAs far as I know, the instrumentâs been idle all morning.â
Nathan composed a telegram to Washington, to his friend Byron Silver, at the office of the attorney general. While Captain Sage Jennings might never rise from his bed, he wouldnât be stripped of his commission as a Texas Ranger.
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The following morning, Nathan returned to the post hospital, where he found Captain Jennings in a better frame of mind.
âYou donât aim to roost here until Iâm on my feet,â he said.
It was a statement, not a question, and Nathan laughed. âNo,â he said, âI reckon you can manage that without me. I aim to mosey around and see if I can find out where that bunch of Horrells went.â
âI suspected as much,â said Jennings.
âI like to think youâd do the same for me,â Nathan replied.
âI would,â said Jennings. âIt means a lot, havinâ you here. A man never knows who his friends are until heâs down. Iâm obliged.â
âYouâll be hearing from Byron Silver,â Nathan said.
âYou telegraphed him?â
âI did,â said Nathan. âIf I hadnât, heâd have skinned me like a coyote and hung my hide out to dry.â
Jennings laughed. âHe went to Washington to work among the Yankees, but he never stopped beinâ a Texan.â
âIâll be in touch with Captain Ferguson by telegraph,â Nathan said, âand when I ride back this way, I want to see you on your feet. Maybe Iâll spend Christmas with you.â
âIâd like that,â said Jennings. âRide careful, amigo.â Before riding out, Nathan took the time to meet with Captain Ferguson.
âWhen you have access to the telegraph,â Ferguson said, âget in touch with me and I will see that you get a progress report on Captain Jennings.â
âIâm obliged,â said Nathan.
He saddled his horse, loaded his packhorse, and with Cotton Blossom leading out, rode south,. toward Georgetown.
Georgetown, Texas. June 22, 1873
Nathan didnât bother taking a hotel room in Georgetown. Instead, he began questioning people about the Horrells and where they might have gone after quitting the territory. He learned nothing of importance until he reached Duncanâs Mercantile. There he spoke to Andrew Duncan, who seemed reluctant to talk.
âDamn it,â Nathan said, âIâm looking for Clint Barkley and the Horrells. Nobody else. From what Iâve learned, theyâve quit the territory. Now I know the Horrells hired riders from around here, and I want the names of some of those men.â
âNo,â said Duncan, âI ainât wantinâ on the bad side of âem. I got to live here.â
âI wonât name you,â Nathan replied, âunless Iâm forced to bring the law into this. Now speak up.â
âTobe Warner, Wat Iverson, and Bob McKeever,â said Duncan, âand I ainât seen any of âem in a month.â
It was more than Nathan had expected. There was always a chance the trio had ridden away with the Horrells, but an equally good chance