unobtrusively out of his chair and crossed the street. On the far boardwalk he paused long enough to watch the stage from Caldwell roll into town. Without a pause in the fast trot of his three teams the driver tossed a mailbag toward the hotel porch and shouted greetings to the men he knew were there but could not see.
Red turned on his heel and started downstreet again, and suddenly, from between two store buildings, a voice said, âRed Shibe?â
It was a womanâs voice, and Red paused, and before he could answer the voice went on. âDonât look this way. Can you hear me?â
Red nodded and turned his back to her and looked over the street.
âGet your horse and ride around to the alley back here. Iâll meet you.â
Red nodded again and moved off downstreet. He was more puzzled than suspicious. He couldnât begin to guess who it was and, after a momentâs thought, discounted the possibility that it might be someone sent by Corb. Scott Corb didnât know a woman with that nice a voice.
He got his horse, rode down out of the block, turned and put his horse into the dark alley. There was a rider waiting for him behind the store, and without saying anything they rode the length of the alley and out of the business district.
Finally Red, who could not see the girl, said, âIâd like to know a little more, miss.â
âI was out at your place yesterday,â the girl said. âIâm Luvie Barnes.â
This was the girl who had angered Frank so, Red remembered. He kept silent until they were out of the town itself. A quarter mile beyond it they came to a large two-story log house set back from the road, and behind it was a cluster of sheds and barns and corrals. They tied their horses at a tree in front of the house, and Luvie led the way up the porch steps and into the hall.
Luvie called, âAll right, Dad,â and led the way through a door that opened off the hall into the parlor.
Barnes, in his shirt sleeves, came out of a big chair, and Luvie said in a not-too-enthusiastic voice, âHere he is, Dad.â
Barnes shook hands with Red, and his broad heavy face was troubled. âYouâre Red Shibe, Frankâs rider, arenât you?â
âThatâs right,â Red said.
Barnes said, âSit down,â and Red did, and Luvie came over to sit on the arm of her fatherâs chair.
âTell me about Frank,â Barnes said, hunching forward in his seat.
âNothinâ to tell,â Red said, puzzled. âHe was framed for whisky peddlinâ. Heâs been arrested and heâs in jail under bond until the trial, in the fall.â
âHas Frank got any money?â Barnes asked.
âMoney? You mean bail money? Not that I know of.â
âI have.â
Luvie came to her feet, alarm in her face. âDad! Are you going on Frank Christianâs bail?â
âThatâs it,â Barnes said. âHeâs too good a man to stay locked up in jail.â
âDad, youâre crazy!â Luvie said hotly. âIâd never have brought Shibe here if Iâd known you were going to do that!â
âWhy shouldnât I?â
âBecause Corb will find out, and itâll make trouble for you!â
Barnes looked at Red. âYou can keep your mouth shut, canât you?â
Red nodded, and Luvie said, âWhy, besides, Frank wonât take it! Not after what he said to me today! Havenât you any pride, Dad? Canât you remember what he said about you?â
âHe was right,â Barnes said grimly. âIâm a coward and Iâll admit it. Iâm too old and too fat to strap on a gun and comb Corb over. But thatâs no sign I donât like to see somebody do it that can.â
Luvie stamped her foot. âDonât you talk that way! Youâre risking everything we have to help Frank Christian! Itâs not worth it, Dad! Heâs not worth
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