the gun.
The Texans and Chloride stayed where they were, standing next to their mounts, as Bardwell and the other men rode up. Bardwell reined in. His companions followed suit. The engineer had a dark scowl on his face as he demanded, âWhat are you three doinâ out here?â
âThatâs our business,â Bo said. âWe could ask the same of you fellas.â
Bardwell sneered. âLast I heard, we had honest jobs. Youâre just a couple of saddle tramps from Texas and an old man who canât be trusted.â
Chlorideâs beard bristled belligerently as he exclaimed, âWhy, you goldurnââ
Bo put out a hand to stop him as the old-timer took a step forward. âTake it easy, Chloride,â he said. To Bardwell, he went on, âI reckon you havenât heard. Weâve got jobs. Weâre working for Miss Martha Sutton at the Golden Queen.â
Bardwell frowned in surprise. âMarty? Why would sheâWait a minute. She didnât hire the three of you to get her gold to town, did she?â
âThatâs right,â Bo said. Bardwell probably would have heard that news in Deadwood anyway, and Bo was interested in the manâs reaction.
âI knew she was getting desperate, but I didnât know she had turned into a fool,â Bardwell snapped. âItâs all over this part of the country about how Colemanâs tied in with the Devils, and for all anybody knows, you two are part of the gang yourselves!â
Chloride shook a gnarled fist at him. âBy jingo, if I was twenty years younger, Iâd hand you your needinâs, you overgrowed varmint! I never had no truck with outlaws, and thatâs moreân you can say!â
Bardwellâs face darkened again as he said, âWhatâre you talkinâ about, you old pelican?â
âYou know dang good anâ well what Iâm talkinâ about! That no-good brother of yours!â
Fury mottled Bardwellâs face. His hands clenched into massive fists for a second before he started to swing down from his horse. But before he could dismount, one of the men with him edged his horse up alongside and said, âProbably ought to forget it, boss. Mr. Nicholsonâs expecting you, and he wonât like it if youâre late.â
Bardwell eased back into his saddle. âI suppose youâre right,â he rumbled. He pointed a thick, blunt finger at Chloride. âBut you just watch your mouth, old man. Keep runninâ it and youâre liable to be sorry.â
Chloride just snorted in contempt.
Bardwell and the men with him rode past and headed on down the gulch toward the settlement. Bardwell glanced back one last time to glare at the Texans and Chloride. The other men didnât pay any more attention to them, which reinforced Boâs hunch that they were hired guns. Men like that didnât care about anything unless they were paid to.
Chloride swiped the back of a hand across his mouth. âSorry about that, boys,â he said. âAlmost talked my way into a ruckus, didnât I?â
âWe couldnât have stopped Bardwell if heâd gone after you,â Bo pointed out. âNot with our fists, anyway. That means guns would have had to be involved, and then those other hombres would have taken a hand.â
âCouldâve been bullets flyinâ everywhere, Chloride,â Scratch added.
âYeah, yeah, I know,â the old-timer said. âIâm a mite too touchy. Always have been. Bardwell just rubs me the wrong way, though.â
âI understand the feeling,â Bo said as he put his foot in the stirrup. He swung up and went on, âLetâs get going.â
They forded the creek and headed up the narrow, twisting side canyon toward the Golden Queen. As they rode, Bo asked, âWhat was that about Bardwellâs brother?â
âThere was a rumor goinâ around the camp that he had a
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