probably coulda shot me dead anâ nobody around here would care,â he said.
Since there were no more chairs in sight, Clint leaned against a wall. âWhyâs that?â
âBecause of what happened, thatâs why!â Zucker snapped. âWhat the hell good is a bank manager that gives up all his money without a fight?â
âYou didnât give up without a fight,â Matt said quietly.
Zucker brought his eyes around to glare at Matt as if he was still sighting along the top of his shotgun.
Matt shrugged and added, âWell . . . you didnât.â Seeing that Clint was now staring at him as well, Matt told him, âI needed to do some real convincing to get him to work with me.â
âConvincing while you had his wife and family held hostage?â Clint asked. âDid that include . . . ?â
Matt shook his head slowly. âI didnât harm a hair on any of their heads. I didnât need to.â
âThatâs right,â Zucker replied. âAnd when everyone came out fine and dandy, all the folks in town started asking where their money went off to. I swear things wouldâve been easier if you would have shot me rather than just hit me in the leg.â
Clint looked at Matt and then back to Zucker. Actually, his eyes were drawn more to the stub that had been one of Zuckerâs legs. âYou mean youâre the one who took his leg?â
âNot me, but one of the boys riding with my gang,â Matt replied. âWhen we couldnât find the rest of the deposits, we got anxious. I told one of my partners to do some convincing and he let his pistol do his talking.â
âBlasted me right in my goddamned kneecap,â Zucker growled. âNever had something hurt so bad in my life. Wait a second. I did, actually. After the wound turned sour and the doc had to saw off my leg, that was the worst pain in my life.â
Matt winced as he drew in a deep breath.
Digging out a bottle half-full of whiskey, Zucker went on to say, âEven after that, folks around here didnât think it was enough. Those goddamned outlaws hit the bank after the lumber mill deposited their payroll. It took a hell of a while to get that money replaced, and all them mill workers blamed me for not doing my job.â
âWhat did they expect you to do?â Clint asked. âYou were robbed. You got shot, for Godâs sake.â
âThe manager before me was robbed, too, and he only let the robbers get away with a quarter of the funds in the bank,â Zucker explained.
Seeing that Clint was eyeing him sternly, Matt nodded. âWe pulled that job, too,â he muttered.
âI guess that explains that!â Zucker snapped.
âDid the mill shut down?â Clint asked.
âNo.â
âThen why the grudge?â
âBecause Iâm not good with that shotgun and Iâm not in charge of anyoneâs job. At least, I wasnât after I was fired from my own.â Holding the whiskey bottle in his hand, Zucker ran his thumb along the smeared glass and said, âEver since I started drinking this stuff, I barely seem like the educated man I used to be.â
Slowly, Matt reached out to take the bottle. Although Zucker put up a bit of a fight, it didnât take much for Matt to pull the bottle away from him. âTrust me,â Matt said. âYouâll be a lot better off once youâre not pouring this poison down your throat.â
Once the bottle was out of his grasp, Zucker allowed his empty hand to settle on top of the table like a flower that had been deprived of water. âSo whatâs your business here, anyways? Come by to see about robbing the bank again now that the millâs back on its feet?â
âNo,â Matt said. âI wanted toââ
âWe wanted to thank you,â Clint interrupted.
âFor what?â Zucker asked.
Judging by the way Matt was staring at Clint,
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