leg.â
âProbably.â
Travis held his hand over the dead fire.
âCold,â he said. âTheyâre still half a day ahead, maybe more.â
âHeading for Fort Worth.â
Travis stood up.
âWe shouldâve left sooner.â
âWe only took time for a meal and a telegram,â Clint said. âI needed to find out if Rick was still hanging in there.â
And he was. The doctor had replied almost instantly to his telegram that Rick Hartman was still alive.
âCome on,â Clint said. âIf youâre impatient, we should probably start moving a little faster.â He mounted up. âNow weâll find out how well your roan can keep up.â
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By midday Travisâs roan was winded from trying to keep up with Clint.
âYou want to outrun me? Go ahead, but my horse needs a rest.â Travis dismounted.
âNo problem,â Clint said. âWeâll take a short rest.â He also dismounted.
Travis walked his roan to a nearby stream, and Clint followed. They allowed the horses to drink while they also drank from their canteens, and refilled them.
âYou can go on ahead of me, you know,â Travis said. âI mean, if that was what you wanted to do. Thereâs only two of them left. The odds have gotten a lot better.â
âHey,â Clint said, âyouâve come this far with me. Besides, if I did ride on ahead, youâd just keep trailing me, right? Like youâve been doing?â
âThatâs right.â
âThere you go,â Clint said. âSo just take a breath, and then weâll be on our way again.â
Clint went to work checking the cinch on Eclipseâs saddle, and keeping the horse from drinking too much water.
Travis was checking each of his horseâs hooves for debris that might injure or hinder the animal. Clint did the same.
âYou know,â Travis said, âif this takes much longer, it seems like Tom Barry will take care of all the other men for us. Weâll only have him to deal with.â
âIf we catch him,â Clint said. âIf he gets to Fort Worth, he could be gone.â
âWould you keep searching for him?â
âYes.â
âNo matter where you had to go?â
âYes.â
âWhy?â
âHe shot a friend of mine.â
âSo youâre takinâ it personally?â
âYou bet,â Clint said. âI donât have that many good friends that I can let it go.â
âThen we better push on to Fort Worth,â Travis said, âand stop tracking him.â
âWell,â Clint said, âheâs going in that direction, but what if heâs not actually going there? If we just ride straight there, we might lose him.â
âSo you believe we should just keep on his trail?â Travis asked.
âYes,â Clint said, âfor now. It wonât be that much farther. And if he veers off and goes someplace else, weâll know.â
Okay, then.â Travis mounted his roan, watched while Clint mounted Eclipse. âYou know, thereâs another option.â
âWhatâs that?â
âPush the horses, try to ride him down. Instead of following him to Fort Worth, or wherever heâs going, catch up to him before he reaches his goal.â
Clint gave the suggestion some thought.
âWhat are you thinkinâ?â Travis asked.
âLetâs ride,â Clint said. âIâll tell you along the way.â
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âIâve been thinking,â Clint said, âabout five men hitting a saloon.â
âThinking what?â
âWhy do it?â
âFor the money.â
âIf you want money, you hit a bank, not a saloon,â Clint said.
âYou think there was another reason?â
âMust be.â
âAnd you want to find out what it is.â
âYes.â
âSo you think somebody sent
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