you are wearing a gun, my gun. That is how you are going out of it. You chose the owlhoot trail. Donât whine.â
A shadow literally passed over Jeeterâs face and then the rocks, and he looked up. Three buzzards circled lazily along on the updraft from the mountain, looking for food. A dread came over him. He had to kill this Indian. His hand went down for the gun, and as it touched the handle, he thought he was going to do it, but he looked up and saw the muzzle flash from Joshuaâs right hand. Jeeter was amazed that Joshua had been sipping coffee and not spilled a drop. At the same time, something slammed into his chest and then another, and somewhere he heard two loud booms. He was struggling to breathe.
Looking at Strongheart in a panic, he said, âHow kin ya bury me in these heah rocks?â
Joshua said, âDonât have time. You wouldnât give me names or places. Remember? Besides, buzzards have to eat, too.â
The thought sent Jeeter into sheer panic. He suddenly went blind, then deaf, then he could not breathe but kept trying. He was too young to die. That was his last thought.
Strongheart retrieved his rig and grabbed whatever Jeeter had of any value, returned to Gabriel, and rode down, getting Jeeterâs gelding along the way. He saddled him and led him down toward Texas Creek, along a sandy gulch with an intermittent creek seeping in and out of the sand. It was known locally as Likely Gulch.
An hour later, he led the horse into the small group of buildings called Cotopaxi. Zack Banta came out, the ever-present twinkle in his eye, and this time a large corncob pipe in his mouth.
The old-timer accepted the saddle and carbine Joshua handed him, as well as a bag of money and some jewelry.
Banta said, âWal, I reckon ole Jeeter McMahon has no need fer none a this anymore. Ah also reckon the way ya do things, young Strongheart, thet Harlance ainât gonna have much need fer this horse or his things purty soon. Weâll put him in the stable behind the hotel.â
âSee that he gets a good owner, yourself or whoever,â Joshua said.
âYassir, reckon I kin use a good mount. My ole piebald has crunched him a buncha gravel under his hooves in these mountains,â Zachariah mused, âbut he likes to jest stand now a lot and remember those good ole days whilst he rests his eyes.â
âYou have a good mount now,â Joshua said, winking.
Zack said, âGet any more âsides Jeeter? Someone rode in here. Said they was a hell of a shootinâ up to Westcliffe.â
Strongheart said, âYep. Ruddy Cheeks Carroll in Westcliffe.â
âHee, hee, ya shore donât waste no time,â Zack said. âWhoâs next?â
âOregon,â Joshua said, âI have to courier a message there. Very important, but I will be back. Iâm looking for an womanâs antique wedding ring. Somebody in the gang has it.â
âWal, ya better rest up tanight and leave first light. Who ya courierinâ fer?â
Strongheart said, âThe U.S. Army. I work for the Pinkerton Agency.â
âYep, I knewd when I seen ya an sized ya up,â Zack said, âya wasnât some young half-breed tryinâ to figger out which world ya fit in. Could see right off ya was a man ta ride the river with.â
A cute befreckled teenaged girl came in and Zack said, âHiya, missy. Now, Esther, why doncha run and tell yer ma to fix up our friend Mr. Strongheart here some vittles and a food pack fer his saddle tomorrah.â
She smiled broadly and said, âYes, sir, Mr. Banta.â
The girl flashed a longing smile toward Joshua and ran to the hotel.
Joshua was feeling much stronger when he left Cotopaxi at first light and made his way westward toward Poncha Springs. He had some long hard riding ahead of him, but he would make the trip on his magnificent new mount, Gabriel, and load the big gelding when he could onto
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