coming, so I fetched my horse and hid away to see what their intention might be. Turns out they were the no-goods I expected. Nothing more than roaming thieves.â
Taylor had pushed the dead man from his chest and climbed to his feet. âAppears my indebtedness to you keeps growing,â he said. âNow youâve saved me from getting my money stole and my throat cut. Itâs the latter for which Iâm most thankful.â
Barclay just smiled.
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It was dawn by the time they had dragged the two lifeless bodies to a nearby ravine and covered them with rocks and brush. âAinât hardly what youâd call a Christian burial,â Barclay said, âbut I had no indication that they was exactly the God-fearing kind. I âspect this is better than they rightfully deserve.â
Taylor shook his head and sighed. âSeems all I been doing of late is burying folks.â
In the stream he washed the blood of his attacker from his shirt and hung it on a bush to dry while Barclay collected the banditsâ weapons and rounded up the mules theyâd been riding.
âIâve a mind to just leave âem here to tend for themselves,â Barclay said, âbut chances are the wolves would get to âem before the dayâs out. Might be we can use them for tradinâ along the way. Theyâre pretty broke down but still worth something.â He mounted his horse. âBest we be on our way.â
They rode in silence for several hours, their hats pulled low against their faces to ward off the sunâs glaring heat. For the first time since their departure, Barclay kept his shotgun resting across his saddle.
âIâm guessinâ youâve had time to do some thinking on what took place back there,â he finally said. âLikely, youâre wondering why I didnât fire a couple of shots into the air and just warn those men away.â
âThe thought might have crossed my mind.â
âWoulda been no use. If theyâd run, they would eventually have come back at another time to carry out their thievinâ plan. Or, if they werenât the cowardly type, they would have stood their ground and raised their guns for a shoot-out thatmighta left the both of us dead. As I seen it, the situation called for fast and simple fixinâ.â
âAm I guessing right that it wasnât the first time youâve shot a man dead?â
Barclay chuckled. âAnd it ainât likely itâs gonna be the last. From here on, weâll do our sleeping with one eye open.â He pointed toward Taylorâs hip and the preacherâs holstered Colt. âBetter figure on usinâ that sidearm soon.â
By nightfall, they were nearing the base of the Cookson Hills.
As they made their way along a powdery red trail that ascended into an endless canopy of trees, they became aware of signs of life. Whispery clouds of smoke rose from cabins so deeply hidden in the woods they were barely visible. As they rode higher, the faint sound of children playing could be heard.
âWelcome to the back end of nowhere,â Barclay said. âKnow that weâre beinâ watched. Iâd advise your best behavior from here on and let me do the talking if itâs needed.â
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A mile away, on the highest of the hills, a sentry climbed from his post and rushed to find Big Boone Stallings. âStrangers coming,â he said. âTwo riders with a couple of mules trailing.â
âIndians?â
âWhite men, it appears.â
âRide down and tell them I ainât in the market for more mules,â Boone said. âIf itâs a place to hide out theyâre seeking, tell them to go looking elsewhere. If theyâre wearing badges, shoot âem and feed âem to the hogs.â
Chapter 9
The hilltop clearing appeared abruptly as the riders