skidded to a stop and John bailed out of the saddle.
The sky, the mountains, the rocks, and the land twisted in a blinding blur. All time seemed to stop on the brittle cusp of eternity. He felt his feet hit hard ground and a shock went through his body. His legs went numb as he waited for a .44 slug to blow out his brains and obliterate all thought, all memory,all breath, all precious, fleeting life.
15
Even though johnâs senses were scrambled, spinning like a whirligig, and his brain jolted off its axis, he brought his pistolup and leveled it at the head of Roscoe Bender.
âMister, you either lower that rifle or I squeeze this trigger.â
John knew it was a bold statement. The manâs face was just a blur to him. The man had three heads, none of them in focus. But John held his front blade sight on the center image and it would take only a tick of his finger to bring the hammer down on a loaded .45 cartridge.
Benderâs eyes narrowed. He looked at the pistol in Savageâs hand. He saw the glitter of silver on the barrel, the rich bluing, the steady hand, the cocked hammer.
âYou-you wonât shoot me?â Bender stammered.
âNot if you lay your rifle down real quick.â
John heard a groan from Ben, but he did not look to see if his friend was all right. He concentrated on keeping his arm straight and steady and holding an unblinking gaze on the man with the rifle. He had no idea if the other two men were dead or alive.
Slowly, the rifle began to drop away from Benderâs shoulder.
âJust let it drop to the ground, mister,â John said. âThen step away.â
Bender hesitated.
âI donât know if I can trust you,â Bender said.
âIâm the only one you can trust. Better do it now. I got a hair trigger on this pistol and I just have to hiccup and youâre a dead man.â
Bender lowered the rifle another six inches.
Johnâs jaw tightened and his eyes widened until they were as black as the twin barrels of a shotgun.
Bender eased the hammer down to half cock and dropped the rifle on the ground. Then he slung an arm up in front of his face to shield his eyes from the blazing sun at Johnâs back.
âNow step away,â John ordered. âI wonât shoot you.â
Bender took two steps away from the fallen rifle.
âThat damned sun,â Bender said.
John heard a low groan and his gaze shifted to one of the men on the ground. Kerrigan was doubled up, both hands holding his stomach. His hands were drenched with blood. He writhed in agony, his eyes closed against the glare of the sunlight.
âWhoâs that?â John asked.
âNameâs Kerrigan.â
âYour name?â
âRoscoe. Roscoe Bender.â
âWho put you up to this, Bender?â
Bender did not answer.
John stepped closer to Bender. Roscoeâs eyes were fixed on the pistol in Savageâs hand.
âIf you live long enough, you can give Ollie Hobart back whatever he paid you. Not that itâll do him any good. Heâs goingto Boot Hill.â
âMe, too, I reckon,â Bender said.
John gave Bender a look of contempt. The man was wettinghis pants.
âNo, youâre going to have to live with yourself awhile longer, Bender.â
Ben was sitting up, holding his head with both hands.
âCripes,â Ben said, his voice a rasp in his throat.
âYou all right, Ben?â
âIâll live, I reckon. Poor Dynamite. I think his legâs broke.â
Ben crabbed over to his horse. Dynamite was lying on his side, holding a foreleg up. The leg and hoof were bloody. A black hole oozed blood just below his kneecap.
âYou owe that man a horse, Bender. Maybe yours if he likes it. Where did you hide them?â
Bender pointed a thumb over his shoulder.
Kerrigan looked up at Savage with a cockeyed gaze. His hand slid away from his belly, crawled down to the butt of his pistol.
John swept his gaze
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