Blue-Eyed Devil by Robert B. Parker

close to him and whispered. Teagarden and I stood at the front windows, looking down.
    “Pony’s on watch,” Virgil said.
    Laurel nodded. Her face was pale and very tight. She swallowed hard. And her movements were stiff.
    “Ain’t gonna let them near you,” Virgil said.
    Laurel nodded stiffly.
    “Somehow they get in here,” Virgil said quietly to Allie, “you know what to do.”
    Allie nodded.
    “How many will come?” she said.
    “Pony says between fifteen and twenty.”
    “And there’s only four of you,” Allie said.
    “More like three and a half,” Virgil said. “Pony said he won’t shoot no Indians.”
    “How can you stop them?” Allie said.
    Virgil smiled faintly.
    “We shoot very good,” he said.
    He was wearing his Colt, and a second one stuck in his belt. He carried a Winchester and two bandoliers of .45 ammo. The ammo fit the Winchester and both Colts. I had two Colts and the eight-gauge, and ammo. Chauncey wore a two-holster gun belt with matching ivory-handled Colts. There were bullets in the loops on the gun belt. He had a Winchester, too, and extra ammo in a pigskin satchel.
    “Pony’s coming,” I said.
    “How fast?”
    “Easy trot,” I said.
    Virgil nodded toward the door, and Teagarden and I started out.
    “We’ll be back for you,” Virgil said to the women.
    Allie looked nearly as pale as Laurel did.
    “Can’t you stay with us?”
    “Don’t want to draw fire or attention,” Virgil said. “We’ll be back.”
    “I pray that you are,” she said.
    Laurel stood stone still and watched us as we started out the door.
    “Lock it behind us,” Virgil said.
    “Come back for us,” Allie said.
    Her voice sounded scratchy.
    “Always have,” Virgil said.

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    W E WERE STANDING in the empty street when Pony arrived. Most of the town still believed that Callico’s heroic posse would banish the red heathen. But they were staying inside anyway.
    “Maybe forty minutes,” Pony said as he slid off his horse. “Kha-to-nay, and eighteen warrior.”
    Virgil nodded.
    “Callico on the other side of the river?”
    Pony nodded.
    “Three warrior with Winchesters on this side,” Pony said.
    “Only way to get across would be to put the whole posse into the ford at once,” I said.
    “Lose half of them,” Chauncey said. “If you do.”
    “Callico won’t have much luck getting them to take that kind of casualties,” I said.
    “’Specially now that they ain’t drunk,” Chauncey said.
    Virgil was looking at the street.
    “Where they gonna come in?” he said to Pony.
    “Kah-to-nay ride straight in down Main Street. Make him feel good. He think no guns here.”
    “Damn near right,” Virgil said. “You sure ’bout this?”
    “What Pony would do,” he said.
    Virgil nodded.
    “Everett, take that fucking siege gun up onto the second-floor balcony above the bank,” he said.
    “Teagarden,” Virgil said. “In the hayloft over the livery stable. Try to seem like several people.”
    “I always seem like several people,” Teagarden said.
    “You gonna fight?” Virgil said to Pony.
    “Not kill Chiricahua,” Pony said. “Where Chiquita?”
    “In the Boston House,” Virgil said. “Upstairs front. With Allie.”
    Pony nodded.
    “Not draw attention,” he said.
    Virgil nodded.
    “You and me,” he said. “Front of the pool room across the street. Behind the water trough.”
    He looked at all of us.
    “Let them come in. I’ll stop them here, between Everett and Teagarden. Wait for me to shoot.”
    Teagarden and I both nodded and headed off for where Virgil had told us to be. Chauncey Teagarden had probably been brought to town to kill Virgil Cole. And might still be planning to try. But right now he obeyed Virgil’s orders without question, just like everybody always did.
    I set up behind the railing of the upstairs porch, made sure all the weapons were loaded, laid a bandolier of ammunition out on the floor, and waited.

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    T HEY CAME single-file straight down Main