said we do this fair and I meant it.â He reversed his grip on the knife and extended it, hilt-first, to Rufus. âTake this.â
As if he were gripping a rattler, Rufus obeyed.
Hoby turned to Semple. âYou still got that foldinâ knife you always carry around for pickinâ your teeth and cleaninâ your nails and such?â
Semple nodded and stuck several fingers in a pocket and produced the small folding knife in question. âThis?â
âThat.â Hoby grinned and pried the blade open with his thumbnail and held it out to Fargo. âThis is yours to use.â
Fargo took it. The blade was about two and half inches long, whereas the blade on Rufusâs knife had to be eight inches or better. âYou call this fair?â
âYou did hear me say Iâm bored?â Hoby chuckled and moved farther back. âGive them room, everybody. Rufus, you cut Abe loose so he can scoot out of there. Semple and Granger, keep your guns on the scout in case he tries to be tricky.â
Fargo was tempted to reach into his boot for his Arkansas toothpick but he didnât want them to know he had it. Moving back a couple of yards to give himself more room to move, he hefted the folding knife. As weapons went it was pitiful.
As for Rufus, he was smiling like a kid who had been given the greatest gift ever. âYour little knife against this?â he said, and wagged his. âIâll carve you to pieces.â
âThatâs the spirit,â Hoby said.
Rufus took a step but stopped when Hoby said, âAh, ah.â
Puzzled, Rufus said, âWhat now?â
âNot so fast, you eager beaver, you,â Hoby said. âYou havenât heard the rules yet.â
âIn a knife fight? There arenât any that I ever heard of.â
âOf course not,â Hoby said. âI just made them up.â
Semple and Granger thought that was hilarious.
Fargo was glad they were having so much fun. They might let down their guard. It was a straw but it was something.
âDo I want to hear these rules?â Rufus asked.
âProbably not,â Hoby said. âYou see, the problem with most knife fights is that theyâre over too quick.â
âOh God,â Rufus said.
âThere you go again,â Hoby said, âblubberinâ.â
Rufus clamped his mouth shut and seemed to regain some of his confidence by staring at Fargoâs small knife.
âNow then,â Hoby said, âthis is how it will be.â He paused. âWhen I say go, you go at it. If I say stop, you stop.â
âIn the middle of the fight?â Rufus said.
âIf you donât, Semple is to shoot you.â
Semple said merrily, âPleased to.â
âThose are the rules?â Rufus said.
âSilly man,â Hoby said. âThat was just the first. The second is that there will be no stabbinâ or cuttinâ above the waist. You do and Semple will shoot . . .â
âWhat?â Rufus interrupted. âNo goinâ for the neck or the heart? What kind of knife fight is this?â
âA damned interestinâ one,â Hoby said. âI want you to go for his pecker and him to go for yours.â
âWhat?â
âSay that one more time. I dare you.â
Rufus opened his mouth, then closed it again.
âNow then,â Hoby continued. âThe only place you can stab the other fella is in the pecker or the leg. Anywhere else and Semple will shoot you. Itâs the pecker to win and only the pecker.â
âJust the pecker?â Rufus said.
âI swear,â Hoby said.
âWhat?â
A flick of Hobyâs hand and his Colt was in it. He pointed it at Rufusâs leg but after a couple of seconds he twirled it back into his holster. âNo. Youâre already hurt. It wouldnât be right.â
âWhy would you shoot me?â Rufus asked.
Hoby looked at Fargo. âI hope you
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