many,â Drago said. âWell, hi, Louis. Dewey. Elwyn, is that you? Didnât recognize you under all that bearskin. Have you lost weight?â
âWe was hopinâ weâd run into you again,
Vernon.
â This from the smallest newcomer, Louis, who had his thumbs tucked behind the waistband of his smoke-stained duck trousers. His mean eyes were pinched together. âWasnât very nice, walkinâ away with that strongbox. Wasnât much in there, but, hell . . .â
âTook our share of the gold, took my girl Connie,â said Elwyn. âShe always was a double-dealinâ little whore. Itâs the gold I missed. Itâs the gold youâre gonna die for,
Vernon
 . . . or Boomer Drago, or whoever in hell you are.â
Louis jerked his head impatiently and closed a hand over his right-side pistol. âStep aside, old man. You donât wanna die here tonight. Not for him.â
âGo out and get yourself a drink,â said Dewey, curling his upper lip. âYou look like you could use it.â
âAh, Jesus,â Burke said, sidling away from the stove. âMarshal Spurr, just turn him loose. The old catamount is not worth all this. He is not worth the trouble!â
âListen to him, Marshal Spurr,â said Dewey. âYouâre old and used up and you donât wanna die this way. Three against one is long odds however you wanna stack âem.â
Spurr sighed, hooked his thumbs behind his cartridge belt. âThis man is my prisoner. He will not be leaving his cell until tomorrow, at which time we will start our trek down the long trails back to the Union Pacific tracks east of Camp Collins. If you want to make a play for him, then go ahead and make it now, and stop wastinâ my time.â
âAh, shit, Spurr,â Boomer Drago said.
âMarshal, I donât think you should be encouraging this,â Burke said in his heavy accent. âWhat you want to do is
dis
courage it.â
âIâm too old to fuck around like this,â Spurr said.
Behind the old marshal, Boomer Drago stepped back away from his cell door. âSpurr, you think you can take these fellas? They donât look like they got much back-down in âem.â
âI donât, neither,â Spurr said. âSo I reckon weâll just have to see how well I do. Wish me luck, Boomer.â
Spurr had to admit, if only to himself, that he was feeling less than confident about his ability to take down these three before him. One, they were younger. Two, he had once been fast, but over the years heâd slowed down, so heâd instinctively avoided such situations as these.
This one, however, was not going to be avoided. He could see that by the hard glints in the three pairs of eyes staring at him.
Drago said, âGood luck, Spurr. I never thought Iâd say those words, but, shit, Iâll go ahead and say âem again. Good luck.â
âOh, bloody hell! Oh, Jesus!â Burke said, backing against the far wall. âCould I please be excused? I am merely the turnkey here. I have no authority to either hold this man or let him go, but if I did, I would certainly order Marshal Spurr to turn him bloody well loose! I, in fact, have no business here. So, lest I should be caught in the crossfireââ
âShut up,â Elwyn said out of the side of his mouth.
Then he drew. A half a wink later, the others drew their own weapons.
Spurrâs old instincts had kicked in. Heâd sensed it coming. It was almost as though heâd inadvertently been reading Elwynâs mind. Spurrâs hand jerked across his belly of its own accord, unsheathed the Starr .44, and ratcheted the hammer back.
It belched smoke and fire in Spurrâs knobby hand.
Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam-bam!
Two of the three hard cases were blown back out through the jailhouseâs open door and into the street.
Louis was the fastest of the
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