and weâre headed right toward them. You just wait, Jensen. Problem is, by the time you see them . . . itâs probably gonna be too late for us to save ourselves.â
* * *
Over the next couple of days, Tyler kept up a litany of complaints, most of them centered around the pair of handcuffs he wore. Luke had to take the cuffs off every now and then so that Tyler could attend to his personal needs, but when he did that he made Tyler get down on his knees first and then lean forward so he couldnât move fast. Then and only then would Luke unlock the cuffs, key in one hand and a Remington ready in the other.
Luke listened to Tylerâs grousing as they rode along until he was ready to gag the young fugitive as well as cuff him. He threatened to do just that. The threat shut Tyler up for a while, but gradually he began to complain again.
âIâm not saying you have to take them off entirely,â Tyler said as they rode toward one of the pine-dotted ridges that crossed their trail. âJust let me wear âem with my hands in front of me. That way, my arms wonât be pulled back behind me unnatural-like, and I can at least hold on to the saddle horn when I need to. Itâs sure tiring, riding this way.â
âWith your hands in front of you, you can grab a gun or swing a punch,â Luke said. âWith your hands behind your back, all you can do is annoy me with your constant bellyaching.â
âAnd here I thought you believed me when I told you what really happened back in White Fork. Iâm mighty disappointed in you, Jensen.â
âIâll try to live with that disappointment,â Luke told him. âAs for that yarn you spun . . .â They hadnât really discussed Tylerâs story since that first day on the trail. âI found it . . . believable. That doesnât mean I think you were telling the truth, but at least it wasnât a blatant pack of lies.â
âNone of it was a lie. I wouldnât dishonor Rachelâs memory by lying about her.â
âWeâll see,â Luke said.
They reached the ridge, climbed to the top, and Luke reined in as he saw that the far slope was too steep for them to descend right here. They would have to ride along the narrow top until they found easier terrain. It was a matter of whether they should turn right or left, and since the drop-off was almost sheer in both directions as far as he could see, the choice was a toss-up.
Luke decided to head right. He moved his horse in that direction, then tugged on the reins of Tylerâs paint and guided the pony around him, putting Tyler between him and the drop-off.
âWhatâs that for?â Tyler asked.
âJust in case you get any ideas about crowding me and my horse off that cliff,â Luke explained.
Tyler craned his neck to look down the steep slope and said, âHell, I wouldnât do that, Jensen. The fall might kill your horse, and I told you . . . Iâm no killer.â
Luke grunted, but he couldnât stop a faint smile from tugging at his lips. He tightened his grip on the reins and nudged the gray into motion. He led the paint behind him and to the left.
âThis is pretty damn nerve-rackinâ,â Tyler said after a while. âI donât care for riding this close to the edge.â
âYouâll be fine,â Luke told him. âJust donât try anything funny and you wonât be in any danger.â
âThis pony can be a little skittish at times.â
Luke sighed and said, âFine.â He veered the gray slightly to the right and tugged on the paintâs reins. They were closer to the other slope now, but although it was steep, it was nothing like the one on the far side of the ridge.
Tyler started singing some ballad about a lonesome cowboy and the señorita he had left behind on the border. Luke hipped around in the saddle to frown at him.
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