that Ryan was dead.
It was two more miles before Clint found out for sure.
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Dawkins and Sterling had drawn straws to see who would ride ahead and who would retrace their steps. Dawkins ended up going back.
He and Sterling were not very smart, but they were each good trackers, which is why they had been hired by Santiago Jones. Each of the men he had hiredâwith Larry Morganâs moneyâwere good at one particular thing. It was the only way to run a gangâdonât hire anybody smart enough to want to try to take over.
He picked up the trail soon after he left camp, tracked it until it started to get dark. He didnât know what to do, then. Jones had not given him specific instructions on what to do when it got darkâcamp, or keep tracking. He decided to camp, and since he had no specific instructions on what kind of camp to makeâcold or notâhe decided to make some coffee.
When Clint found Chip Ryan he was lying facedown on the ground. An empty canteen and his rifle were next to him. A stick he had probably picked up to use as a crutch was also lying next to him. His gun was still in his holster.
Clint dismounted, went to Ryan, and turned him over. He was still alive. He got his own canteen from his saddle, poured some water into his hand, and then slapped Ryanâs face until he woke up.
âWhaâwhereâheyââ
âHere, drink some of this.â Clint tipped the canteen up so Ryan could have a few sips.
âThatâs enough,â Clint said. âWhich leg hurts?â
âItâsâItâs my right foot.â
âJust relax.â
Clint checked the foot, found it swollen in the boot.
âSprained, maybe broken,â Clint said.
âShould we take the boot off?â Ryan asked.
âNo,â Clint said, ânot till we get you back to camp.â
âHow are we gonna do that?â
âYou, me, and my horse,â Clint said. âCome on. Letâs get you mounted, and then you can tell me what happened.â
Clint got Ryan to his feet and they limped together over to Eclipse. With Clintâs aid, he managed to get up in the saddle.
âClint, thanks for cominâ lookinâ for me,â Ryan said.
âHow else was I going to yell at you?â Clint asked.
âYell at me? For what?â
âI told you not to let your horse break his leg, didnât I?â
THIRTY-TWO
Clint mounted up behind Ryan and then they started back. Ryan told Clint what had happened.
âI spotted our tail,â he said. âSeven men, one of them was just watchinâ the herd.â
âDid you know him?â
âNo.â
âWhat did he look like?â
âBig man with a head band. Might be a half-breed,â Ryan said.
âWhatâd you do then?â
âWell, I watched them for a while, then decided to come back. I had to circle around again, though, so they wouldnât see me. Thatâs when my horse took a bad step, and I heard his leg snap.â
Clint closed his eyes. Heâd heard that sound before. It wasnât pretty.
âHe step in a chuckhole?â
âNo,â Ryan said. âHe just took a bad step.â
That was the trouble with horses. They weighed about twelve hundred pounds or more and they carried it around on spindly legs. The slightest wrong step could cause a leg to snap. Eclipse weighed even more, and as strong as his legs were, they were still spindly. And now he was carrying two of them.
They rode for a while in silence, and then Clint reined Eclipse in.
âWhat is it?â Ryan asked.
âCoffee.â
âYou want coffee now?â
âNo,â Clint said. âSniff the air.â
Ryan did and he smelled it.
âAh, coffee,â he said, nodding.
Clint dismounted, handed the reins to Ryan.
âStay here. Donât come unless I call for you.â
âWhat are you gonna do?â
âFind out whoâs
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