way they could have set it all up beforehand. In order to do that, they would have had to know that you and I were coming back to Bear Creek. And when that first girl was murdered, you and I didnât even know that yet.â
Scratch grimaced and said, âDadgum it, Bo, we keep cominâ up with these ideas, and then they donât pan out.â
âThatâs what makes the whole thing a mystery, I reckon.â
âWell, I know one thing that ainât a mystery,â Scratch said. âIt ainât gonna be safe to leave you here, not with a lynch mob in the makinâ across the creek.â
âYouâre not thinking about trying to bust me out of jail, are you?â Bo asked with a frown.
âIf thatâs what it comes down toââ
âNo,â Bo said. âYouâll just get yourself hurt . . . or killed. I donât want that.â
âI donât want those varmints stringinâ you up, either, and thatâs whatâs liable to happen if you have to stay in here for very long.â
Wearily, Bo scrubbed a hand across his face and then said, âLetâs see what happens when you get back from Hallettsville with that wire from the judge. Thatâs the next step. I think Iâll be safe enough this afternoon.â
Scratch thought it for a moment and then nodded.
âYeah, itâll probably take until after dark for that bunch across the creek to soak up enough liquid courage,â he said. âIâll be back before then, one way or another.â
Bo extended his hand through the bars.
âThanks, Scratch. I knew I could count on you.â
Scratch gripped his friendâs hand and said, âJust like I know I could count on you if it was me on the other side of those dang bars.â
From the office, Marshal Haltom called through the open cell block door, âAre the two of you about done back there? Youâre trying my patience, Morton.â
Scratch nodded to Bo and said, âIâll see you later.â
â Hasta la vista, amigo. â
Scratch walked into the marshalâs office. Haltom glared at him and said, âI was starting to think I might have to run you out of there at gunpoint.â
Scratch ignored that comment.
âDo you have any deputies, Marshal?â he asked.
Haltom frowned and shook his head.
âNo, the town doesnât see fit to pay for any. But Iâve never had any trouble doing my job without them,â he said. âWhat business is it of yours?â
âItâs just that Iâd feel a little better about you protectinâ this jail if you werenât by yourself.â
The lawman snorted contemptuously.
âI donât need any help doing what needs to be done. No lynch mob is getting in here. Me and my shotgun will see to that.â
Scratch just hoped that Haltom was right. He thought the manâs overconfidence might turn out to be dangerous for all concerned, especially Bo.
âIâll be back,â he said as he buckled on his gun belt. âAnd when I get here, Iâll have a wire from Judge Parker with me.â
âYou do that,â Haltom said, but Scratch could tell from the marshalâs condescending tone that Haltom didnât expect him to be successful. Haltomâs mind was set so firmly in its belief that Bo was guilty, he couldnât allow himself to believe even for a second that he might be wrong.
Scratch left the office, pausing on the boardwalk to heave a sigh. He and Bo had found themselves neck-deep in trouble many times before, but usually heâd been able to rely on Bo to figure out what they should do next.
This time it was all up to him, and Scratch didnât care for the feeling.
One step at a time, he told himself, and as Bo had said, the next step was getting in touch with Judge Parker. Scratch stepped down from the boardwalk and reached toward the hitch rail for his horseâs reins.
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