interceded. âA man born under the influence of Mars is bellicose, certainly. But even worse is a Capricorn. Theyââ
âMiss Barton has no interest in your inane prattle,â Lansford Ashton cut in harshly. âNor do the rest of us. I prefer an honest pickpocket to your ilk.â
Kathleen ignored all of this, still watching Fargo. âIt has occurred to me, Mr. Fargo, that you are facing great danger to protect me. I hope you realize Iâm grateful.â
Her tone implied that she was praising a servant for getting the carpet extra clean.
âIâm getting good wages for it,â Fargo replied. âItâs just a job.â
He grinned when he saw scarlet points suddenly appear on her finely sculpted cheeks. She stiffened, then abruptly returned to the coach.
Interesting, Fargo thought.
The Concord swift wagon resumed its trek toward the station at Los Pinos. Booger tipped his flask now and then and belted out bawdy verses while Fargo kept a close eye on the surrounding valley. Booger suddenly burst out laughing, slapping his tree-trunk thigh.
âOh, Skye, Her Nibs will likely have a catfit when we get to Los Pinos. You know the place?â
Fargo shook his head. âWhy? What about it?â
But Booger only smiled mysteriously. âWhy, youâll see.
Iâm
not the boy to ruin a surprise.â
âYouâre mighty rough on that gal. Whyânât you ease off a bit?â
âI, rough on the Quality? Thatâs a libel on me, long-shanks. Why, sheâs a regâlar peach of a woman. Iâm merely having a bit of sport with her.â
Booger cracked his blacksnake over the leaders. âGee up, you lazy animules! Get up! Hi yi! Fargo, straight arrow now: Do you bâlieve this Ashton yack works for Lomax?â
âI think heâs shiftier than a creased buck, and Iâd never leave my horse with him. I ainât so sure heâs with Lomax, though. He canât be unless Lomax knew which coach Kathleen was taking.â
âFargo, is your brain any bigger than your pee hole? First the bomb, then the attack todayâainât it obvious as a third tit that Lomax knows the very coach sheâs on?â
â
Now
he does, sure. But recall that gunslick at the Vado stationâhe coulda been there as a spotter. The real poser isâdid Lomax know
before
the coach pulled out of El Paso? Thatâs the only way he could plant a man on it.â
Booger said, âLook here, catfishâLomax is sâpose to be deader than a dried herring. What if it ainât him behind all this?â
âHeâs the only one that fits the known facts. Thereâs no proof heâs dead, either.â
Fargo was silent for a minute, thinking. âCould your bossâAddison Steeleâbe bought?â he finally asked. âPaid off to tell Lomax what stage she was taking? It was in the newspapers that she was coming to Santa Fe from El Paso.â
âYes, he could be bought like most men, but not in any plan to kill a woman. And
this
woman? Addison owns stock in Overlandâwhy, if anything happens to Americaâs Sweetheart on an Overland run, it could sink the company. And Steele would be cashiered, for a surety.â
Fargo nodded. âThat rings right. But heâs not the only one Lomax could bribe, is he?â
âNaw. Overland is packed up the wazoo with pus-guts and board walkersâassistant managers, clerks and such. The green eyeshades, I calls âem. Why, Iâd say itâs an even bet Lomax knew in time to put a curly wolf on the passenger list. And AshtonâI like him for it.â
âMm. If so, itâs not his job to kill the actress. Seems like Lomax wants that pleasure for himself. Most likely, itâs Ashtonâs job to kill me if the others come a cropper.â
âHappens thatâs so, why, heâll have to kill old Booger, too.â
âWell, heâs got
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