do.â
âKeep it that way,â Clint said, âand weâll all see the sun come up.
THIRTY-THREE
Clint and Ryan were sitting on one side of the fire, with Dawkins on the other. The man had volunteered his name, but nothing else. Clint and Ryan were drinking coffee, and eating some beef jerky theyâd found in Dawkinsâs saddlebags.
âHow about some of that for me?â Dawkins asked.
âSure,â Clint said, âjust answer some questions.â
âI canât.â
âSure you can,â Clint said. âTell me you work for Santiago Jones.â
âI donâtâI donât even know anybody named Jones,â Dawkins said.
âNow that was a bad lie,â Clint said.
Dawkins looked taken aback.
âWhy?â
âBecause everybody knows somebody named Jones,â Clint said. He looked at Ryan. âDonât you know somebody named Jones?â
âSure do.â
âI do, too,â Clint said. He looked at Dawkins. âSee what I mean?â
âOkay, well, I meant I donât know anybody namedâwhatsit? Saint Jones?â
âForget it, Dawkins,â Clint said. âYour horse already gave you away. We know you work for Jones. What I want to know is, whereâs Morgan?â
âMorgan?â
âIs he with Jones and the others?â
âI donât know no Morgan.â
âYouâre making this harder on yourself than it has to be, Dawkins,â Clint said. To make his point he bit off a piece of beef jerky and washed it down with a swallow of coffee. âYou know, you donât make bad coffee.â
Dawkins bit the knuckle of his thumb. Thinking wasnât his strong suit.
âCome on, man,â Clint said. âTalk or Iâll leave you out here on foot.â
âYou canât do that!â Dawkins said. âIâll die.â
âYeah, you will.â
âYou wouldnât do that.â
âI would.â
Dawkins took off his hat and put his head in his hands.
âAsk me somethinâ I can answer,â he said, mournfully.
âFine. Tell me you work for Santiago Jones.â
Dawkins took his face out of his hands and looked at Clint.
âIf I do youâll kill me.â
âNot for telling the truth, I wonât.â
âThen heâll kill me.â
âWell, now weâre getting somewhere,â Clint said. âAt least you admit to knowing him.â
Dawkins looked like heâd been tricked.
âI didnât sayââ
âI tell you what,â Clint said. âWould he kill you for telling us something we already know?â
Dawkins frowned.
âI guess not.â
âGood,â Clint said. âWe know that Larry Morgan hired Jones and the rest of you to make sure Henry Floodâs herd never gets to Fort Laramie. How am I doing so far?â
âUm, okay,â Dawkins said, âexcept that Morgan hired Jones, and Jones hired us.â
âSee?â Clint said. âNow weâre really getting somewhere.â
He poured out a cup of coffee and handed it and a piece of jerky to Dawkins, who took it slowly, as if he was waiting for Clint to pull it back.
âNow,â Clint said, ânext question.â
THIRTY-FOUR
They tied Dawkins up for the night, took turns on watch. Ryan was feeling a bit better with some food and water in him. Clint took the second watch so he could let Ryan sleep a little longer. By the time he was ready to wake him he had anther pot of coffee going.
âDrink it quick,â he said. âWeâve got to get moving.â
Clint walked over and prodded Dawkins awake. The man hadnât really told them much. They tried to find out why Jones was waiting, why he didnât just attack now and stampede the herd, but Dawkins told him he honestly didnât know.
âTo tell you the truth, Mr. Adams,â Dawkins said, âwe was all wonderinâ the
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