âThat part I do not like, señor. â
âWhat the hell would you have us do, Bideno?â Wilder shouted. âMaybe we can just take the whiskey and send them all back to St. Louis, so they can get the law after us that much sooner.â
âThatâs enough, Wilder,â said Estrello angrily. âI understand Bidenoâs objection. In our business, it is necessary to kill a man occasionally, but what weâre considering now is premeditated murder. A massacre. Unfortunately, there is no other way.â
âWhen we have done the killing and taken the whiskey, let us anchor the boats somewhere,â Bideno said. âIt is better than setting them adrift, as derelicts.â
âYouâre right about that,â said Estrello. âThe first steamer up the Arkansas bound for Fort Smith will report the killings. Weâd better be long gone by then.â
âSince you aim to take the whiskey without paying,â Wilder said, âthat means extra money in our pockets. How much are we talkinâ about?â
âIâm not sure,â said Estrello cautiously.
âWhen you are sure,â Wilder said, âtell me. Then Iâll decide if a shootinâ showdownâs worth it.â
âLike hell,â said Estrello. âYouâre either in or youâre out, Wilder. Thereâll be no last-minute decisions. If youâre with me, I want a commitment now. If youâre not, then I want you to saddle up and ride. Youâre not welcome here.â
âBy God, youâre a caution,â Wilder said. âYouâve just told me you aim to murder the steamboat captains and firemen, and youâre offerinâ me the chance to just ride out? I think Iâll stick around and collect my share of the money.â
Estrello laughed. âA wise move, Wilder. Youâve already done enough killing to face the rope ten times over. Iâm sure the law would like to get its hand on you.â
âIâm sure that some back-shootinâ son-of-a-bitch would turn me in,â Wilder said, âif he can do it without risking his own hide.â
â Señor Estrello, you must tell the others,â said Bideno. âWhen?â
âTonight,â Estrello said. âYou think I trust you and Wilder to keep your mouths shut until some better time?â
Bideno laughed. âAh, señor, is it not a joy to be among amigos who are predictable?â
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The fire had burned down to a bed of coals when Estrello called a meeting. He spoke for only a few minutes before it all erupted into a storm of shouting and cursing. Estrello drew his Colt, and two blasts from it silenced them.
âNow Iâll answer any legitimate question,â said Estrello, âexcept for the money, I think weâll just have to wait and see how it works out. All of you know what has to be done. I think weâll cut the cards. Those with low numbers will become our executioners.â
âMy God,â Betsy whispered fearfully, âsuppose you or Mark draws a low card?â
âWeâll face that if and when it happens,â said Mark, âbut I can promise you that weâll not take part in these planned murders.â
Estrello had produced a new deck of cards and proceeded to shuffle. Each man took a card on the draw. Estrello then began calling names, and each man responded with the card he had drawn. Men drawing the eight lowest cards were Irvin, Jabez, Shadley, Worsham, Jackman, DeWitt, Graves, and McLean. There would be other outlaws aboard, but these eight were the executioners.
âThatâs how it stands then,â Estrello said. âAny one of you that ainât got the sand for this piece of gun work, let me hear from you now.â
Nobody spoke, and Estrello nodded in satisfaction. It had gone smoother than he had expected.
Mark and Bill returned to their wagons.
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