telephone in the combination dining room and parlor and went back to her seat. âThat was a Sergeant Conifer with the San Francisco Police, returning my call. A horse answering Spirit Dancerâs description was found half an hour ago in the livery stable of a man named Soo Lok.â
âThat sounds like the place where we rented our mounts,â Hammett said. âWe couldâve saved ourselves a trip.â
âI ainât complaining.â Siringo sipped beer, spat a hop back into the glass, and sat back in his rocker, admiring Charmian London. It was dark out, and lamplight was uncommonly kind to her cheekbones. âI was pretty sure Butterfield told the truth this time. No one wants to be drug by a horse twice.â
âThat was barbaric.â Becky London didnât look up from David Copperfield open in her lap; on the other hand, she hadnât turned the page in twenty minutes.
Her stepmother ignored the interruption. âThe resemblance wasnât so close at first, but the sergeant was thorough enough to apply a piece of wet burlap to the horseâs forehead. He found Spirit Dancerâs star-shaped blaze under the paint. Personally I doubt Abner had the intelligence to think of that; but I doubt the police will be able to prove it was Soo Lok, unless Abner implicates him. It was probably a crime of opportunity. He saw his client was nervous, guessed theft was involved, and took steps to protect himself and whatever profit he might draw from the situation. In any case, the fact someone went to all that trouble certainly redounds to the theoryâs credit.â
âWho goes to jail over it donât signify, though Earpâll likely want somebody to pay; heâs vindictive. But heâs more interested in getting the horse back. Now all we got to figureâs who benefited from putting Butterfield in the ground before he could tell his story.â
âWe know who, â Hammett said. â Whyâs the question.â
Charmian looked from one to the other. âWhat is it you think Iâm too delicate to know? If having an assassin on my property doesnât entitle me, I donât know what would.â
âMr. Hammettâs just speculating. Iâd like to run it past your sheriff before we go around casting stones. Can you trust your hands to make Butterfield stay put till he comes?â
âTheyâre used to harder work. As I said, theyâre a fine bunch of pirates.â She looked at the clock on the big stone mantel. âHe should have been here by now. Whatâs keeping him?â
âShaking every hand on the way,â muttered Becky. âHe started running for reelection the minute he was sworn in.â
âPatience, child. Youâve a lifetime to learn about the world of men.â Charmian returned her attention to Siringo. âYou know, you didnât have to break Ivanâs nose. He and his brother Yuri have been working here since Jack brought them from a Russian settlement up north. Theyâre sawyers by training, and between them they do the work of ten men.â
âItâs a self-defense issue. In Texas, a fellowâs hat can be the only thing between him and a set of fried brains.â
âNeed I remind you this isnât Texas?â This time Becky met his gaze. She still had her own hat on, as if sheâd forgotten about it. He thought she looked comical sitting around her own house wearing a hat.
Hammett turned from a shelf of books whose titles heâd been examining and smiled over his beer.
âDonât be too hard on him, miss. Heâs got an allergy to lynch mobs. And he couldâve shot Butterfield and saved himself effort.â
âHeâs a brute. This is Beauty Ranch, not some filthy mining camp.â
âAll the more reason to see you came to no harm for harboring a thief without knowing it.â
Siringo could see his partner was sweet on the
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