silver-coated pistol with mother-of-pearl handles. âThis is what you want,â he said.
âYeah,â Kitteridge agreed, taking the gun in hand. âYeah, this looks good.â
Kitteridge stood beside the body, but Dysart, ever the director of his little drama tableau, posed him so that his left hand was held across his heart, while his right hand was crooked at the elbow, pistol pointing up.
âDonât be smiling,â Dysart said. âThis is no joke, you have just killed, in a deadly shoot-out, one of the most desperate criminals in the West. Give me a grimace.â
Kitteridge reacted as told, and when Dysart thought the pose was just right, he took the picture.
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As the commotion continued around Julius Jacksonâs body, Dr. Urban was down at the jail treating the flesh wound Emile Taylor had received.
âUnfortunately, heâll live,â Dr. Urban said when he finished examining Emile Taylor.
âUnfortunately?â Emile said. âIâll live and you say unfortunately? What kind of doctor are you?â
âThe kind of doctor who just lost his life savings in the bank holdup you pulled,â Dr. Urban said.
âYeah, heâll live. But only until we hang him,â Marshal Ferrell said. âThanks, Doc, for cominâ to see him.â
âIâd rather see him the way I saw the other man,â Dr. Urban said. âDead.â
âI expect youâll see him that way soon enough,â Marshal Ferrell said. âAccording to Duff and Mr. Caldwell, Emile here is the one who killed Mr. Welch. Which means that once we have this fellaâs trial, I donât reckon itâll be too long before we hang him.â
âYouâll need someone to sign the death certificate,â Dr. Urban said. He looked over toward Emile. âAnd, Mr. Taylor, that is a task I am looking forward to.â
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Six miles out of town, at the farm of Clyde Barnes, twelve-year-old Jimmy Barnes was out at the pump, drawing a bucket of water, when he saw a horse come trotting in. With a broad smile and a shout, he dropped the bucket and ran into the house.
âPa! Ma! Harry has come back!â
âWhat?â Mr. Barnes said.
âItâs Harry. Heâs come back. Come look!â
Clyde and Ruby Barnes and their daughter, Helen, followed Jimmy back outside. They saw their horse, Harry, drinking thirstily from the water trough.
âIt is Harry,â Mrs. Barnes said. âWhere in the world do you think heâs been?â
âI donât know,â Mr. Barnes said. He walked up to Harry and began rubbing the animal behind the ear. The horse nodded his head in appreciation.
âI thought you said he was stole,â Jimmy said.
âI thought he was. I canât imagine him just running off. But here he is, come back home. Iâd better get him in the barn. Jimmy, get him a bag of oats. Thereâs no tellinâ where heâs been, but like as not heâs hungry.â
Half an hour later, Jimmy and his father were in the barn. Harry was back in his stall, and Mr. Barnes was looking him over to make certain he hadnât been injured in anyway during his absence.
Suddenly the barn door was kicked open and three armed men came running in.
âGet your hands up!â one of the men shouted.
âWhat is this? Are you robbing me? I donât have any cash money,â Mr. Barnes said.
âOh? What did you do with the money you stole from the bank this morninâ?â the leader of the three armed men said.
âWhat are you talking about? I didnât steal any money from the bank. I ainât left the house this livelong day!â
âDonât lie to us, mister. We tracked your horse here from the bank.â
Barnes and his son looked at each other for a moment; then the confused expression left Barnesâs face.
âIâll be damn,â he said. âThatâs where Harry
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