get back to the Dodge House, where we can talk.â
âI need a bath,â Molly said. âI have dust in places I canât talk about.â
âWeâll join the rest of you for supper,â said Silver.
When they reached the Dodge House, Silver arranged for a tub and bathwater to be brought to his room. Harley had returned to the depot with Foster Hagerman, leaving El Lobo, Wes, Renita, and Tamara on their own.
âThe Dodge House is nice,â Renita said, âbut canât we do something between now and supper besides sleep?â
El Lobo laughed.
âShe does not mean that,â Tamara said, glaring at him.
âI am in need of some new clothes,â said Renita. âCan we afford them?â
âI reckon,â Wes said.
âI need clothes, too,â said Tamara. âPalo do not notice if I am stark naked.â
âCome on, Palo,â Wes said. âGive her some money. If theyâre together, we wonât have to wander around through all that female finery.â
âYou wouldnât send us to town alone?â said Renita.
âNo,â Wes said. âWeâll be somewhere in the store. We just donât aim to get trapped in among the corsets and that other female stuff.â
Being a railroad town, and with Fort Dodge only eight miles distant, Dodge boasted a varied array of shops and stores. One of them had devoted an entire upper floor to female apparel. Wes and El Lobo occupied themselves on the first floor, admiring an assortment of new Winchester and Remington rifles in a gun rack. When a stranger stepped out from behind a display, Wes caught the movement off to the side. He whirled, a Colt cocked and in his hand. Though the stranger was armed he made no move toward his holstered weapon. He laughed.
âYouâre mighty sudden with that iron, and mighty jumpy.â
âI donât like
hombres
cat-footinâ up behind me,â said Wes shortly. âWhat do you want of me?â
âNothinâ, at the moment,â the stranger said. âYouâre Wes Stone, the gunslinger, ainât you?â
âIâm Wes Stone,â Wes said coldly. âWho are you?â
The stranger laughed again. âNobody youâd know. I ainât famous like you.â
Hitching his thumbs in his gunbelt, he wandered away. Following a few paces behind, Wes followed, watching him out the front door.
âMalo?â El Lobo asked.
âMaybe,â said Wes. âWhile I was with the railroad, I made a name for myself with a gun. Now it looks like as long as Iâm alive, Iâll never overcome the need to prove myself.â
El Lobo said nothing. It was yet another danger for which Wes must be prepared. For the better part of two hours they waited, and when Renita and Tamara came down the stairs, they were radiant. Each wore a long dress.
â
Madre mia
,â El Lobo groaned. âIt take so long just for one dress?â
âThere are others,â said Tamara. âI can wear but one at a time.â
When the rest of their purchases were delivered to the cash register on the first floor, there was a formidable load.
âTarnation,â Wes said, âweâll have to make three trips.â
âIf itâs not too far,â said the saleslady, âit can be delivered.â
âThe Dodge House,â Wes said.
Wes and El Lobo paid the bill.
âIâm goinâ out first,â said Wes, when they reached the door.
âI follow,â El Lobo said.
âItâs daylight and weâre in town,â said Renita. âWhatâs wrong?â
âMaybe nothing,â Wes said. âBoth of you stay inside for a minute.â
Half a block away, across the street, a man leaned against an awning post. Seeing Wes, he stepped off the boardwalk into the dusty street.
âYou got a reputation, Stone. I want it.â
âI donât know you,â said Wes, âand I
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