that if the dead man was who he thought it might be, we might have somebody cominâ in here huntinâ him. Somebody who would set the town on its ear.â
âYou let âem come. We got Winchesters enough in this town to fight us a war, and thereâs enough fightinâ men here to handle âem.
âThis here town is like most western towns. Hyatt Johnson, now, he was a major in the Rebel cavalry. Sure, heâs a banker now, but heâs got him a rifle hung up back of his desk and heâs got a thirty-six Navy in his desk drawer.
âBlazer over at the express office was a sharpshooter with Sherman, and he fit in three, four Indian battles. Ainât hardly a man in any western town who wasnât in the war on one side or tâother, and most have fit Injuns since they were boysâ¦Anâ most of them shot meat for the table. Anybody comes into one of these towns huntinâ trouble, heâs askinâ for a stakeout on Boot Hill.â
Mrs. Riggin paused. âBorden, you should talk to young Billy McCoy. Now thereâs a quick-witted youngster. Like his pa used to be, maybe more so. He sees nearly everything goes on around town, and believe me, Johnny knew something he was itching to tell you. It was something that scared him.â
âIâll talk to him.â Chantry got up, turning his hat in his hands. âYouâve got no idea who George suspected?â
âNo, I donât, but George was a painstaking man, Borden. You remember that? He was not a man to leave things to chance, nor was he a trusting man.
âI mean, George liked people, but he expected little from them. He often said all people were human, all could make mistakes. And many people had a little larceny in them, given the chance. George trusted no man to be free from error, and most particularly, himself.â
Borden got up and moved toward the door, yet something in her words caught at his attention. He turned slowly. âMa? Did George ever keep any notes? I mean, when he was working on a case? Did he keep it all in his head?â
âWellâ¦mostly. But not always, Borden. And on this last case I think he kept notes, but I never saw them. Like I said, he never talked much about his cases around home. Only once in awhile heâd come out with something or tell me where he was going. Like the day he was killed.â
âWhere was he going?â Even as Chantry asked the question it came as a shock that he had no ideaâ¦that so far as he knew nobody had ever inquired. He himself had not yet been appointed marshal and he had heard of Rigginâs death only at secondhand. Heâd been busy trying to save something on his own ranch.
âOut to see Blossom. They were old friends, you know. He and Ed Galey rode the trail together, bringing cattle up from Chihuahua, and heâd been studying about seeing her for some time, then finally decided on it. He was riding to see her when he was killed.â
Chantry turned the knob, opening the door to leave. Mrs. Riggin got up from her rocker. âOhâ¦I almost forgot! George said Johnny McCoy was to have that fancy bridle of his, and Billy was to have his spurs, but he said most particular that you were to have his saddle.
âSaid it might need mending a bit, but you were a good hand at that sort of thing, and would fix it betterân new. If you want, you can pick it up now.â
He thanked her, then walked out on the porch. For a moment he stood there, looking about. His head ached, felt like something was pressing down on him right over the eyebrows. He ran his fingers through his hair, then put on his hat.
Oh, yesâ¦the saddle.
He walked around the house and into the small barn. The bridle was hanging on a nail where George always kept it. The spurs were on the table.
The saddle was gone.
Chapter 9
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I N THE DUST of the barn floor there were boot tracks.
Borden Chantry looked sharply around.
Kathryn Lasky
Dana Marie Bell
Christian Kracht
Mary McCoy
Walter Farley
Deanna Raybourn
Nancy Moser
Svetlana Alexievich
Joy Elbel
Peter James