into the dusty street and watched the pair ride out of town. He thought of the woman. He considered sending a message to the sheriff in Springfield and advising him of his suspicions. Springfield was out of his jurisdiction and he had no proof that anything unusual was going on. For all he knew, Tibbs and Bohanin were simply going for a ride.
Creek Witter smiled and stepped back into his office. Whatever happened was someone elseâs problem.
Chapter XII
I
A sudden flash of light at the far bend of a deep arroyo caused Bohanin to hold up his roan. The arroyo before them was more like a canyon, the trail twisting along the edge between a stark wall and a dry channel. It was a perfect place for an ambush, especially once a man was deep into the twisting canyon.
Bohanin crossed his right leg over the horn of his saddle and pulled a sack of California Gold smoking tobacco from his shirt. He rolled his cigarette in silence and offered the makings to Tibbs.
âNever smoked this brand before,â Tibbs said.
âA fellow named Dawdrey Lance got me hooked on them. I think theyâre all right,â Bohanin said as he eyed the edge of the deep arroyo.
âLance was a friend of Tim Stevens. They were about the same age,â Tibbs said.
âHeâs a good kid. Thought Iâd see if he was interested in joining us on our little venture. Might be nice to have another gun or two if we could muster them,â Bohanin said, his eyes still scanning the arroyo.
âThat might be all right.â
Another flash reflected from the same position along the far rim.
âGood place for an ambush,â Bohanin said as he fished his telescope from his saddlebag.
Tibbs lit his cigarette and placed Bohaninâs makings in his own shirt pocket. âYep, none better on this whole stretch of trail. You thinking those flashes came from a rifleman?â
âYou saw them too?â Bohanin asked as he scanned the rim of the arroyo.
âYep.â
âWhy didnât you say something?â
âThought Iâd see just how good a scout you were, Bohanin. Donât worry, Iâd a said something if you hadnât stopped.â
Bohanin placed the glass in the saddlebag. âThatâs good to know, Joe. What did you do with my smokes?â
Tibbs smiled and fished the makings from his pocket. âDonât get easily distracted either, do you, Captain?â
Bohanin puffed on his cigarette and studied the arroyo.
âDid you see anything?â Tibbs asked.
âNope. Didnât see a thing,â Bohanin said still gazing along the wall.
âI sure would hate to get down there and find out you missed him.â
âMe too. Cause Iâll tell you one thing. Thereâs a rifle on us right now and that hombreâs just a waiting for us to ride into his range.â
âI thought you said you didnât see a thing.â Tibbs said.
Bohanin finished his cigarette and assumed a proper riding position in the saddle. âI didnât. But heâs up there, just a waiting. He figures weâll finish our smoke and come right into his sights.â
âA plotting and a scheming. Probably checking his sights right now, I reckon,â Tibbs said.
âYep.â
Tibbs dismounted and checked the left foreleg of his pinto. âIâd sure hate to let him have the first shot. He might just wing one of us,â he said.
âYou know, Iâll bet if you went hell-bent-for-election up the side of this slope while I swung down into that dry channel to draw his fire, we might just get that guy in a cross fire before he could figure what we were doing.â
Tibbs studied the slope. It was steep but not too bad.
âIf you could draw his fire. Otherwise, heâd have a mighty good shot at me before I could top the rim.â
Bohanin nodded as he pulled his Winchester. âIf I break first for the wash, I figure heâll pour it on me. By the time he
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