as if he should go out into the street and let them see his star shining in the brilliant sunlight. It might make them ride off to another place to become another lawman’s headache, but it might also prove a tempting target for them to practice on. Frank Lewis and Ben Tyler seemed to stare up and down the street for a few moments before heading across towards the saloon. As his meal arrived, Bass sat back and decided to eat. There was plenty of time to act later. Much later.
Chapter Nineteen Bass could not put off the inevitable any longer. Placing a half-dollar onto the side order plate he rose and picked up his heavy shotgun. ‘You leaving us already, Sheriff?’ the sweet-natured waitress asked, as she watched the heavily built man stepping reluctantly to the open door. Glancing up at the wall clock he noted it was now forty minutes since he had first entered. ‘ I got to go talk with a couple of strangers.’ She smiled as she always smiled and he stepped out into the bright street and began making his way down towards the saloon. Bass felt his heart beating faster than it had ever done before, with the exception of when he had first encountered Iron Eyes. As he reached the swing doors of the saloon he stared in before entering. There were only four people in the cool, long room drinking; two vaqueros at a table at the foot of the stairs, and the two outlaws he sought leaning on the bar. Bass sucked in his wide girth, clutched his shotgun and walked into the saloon. Trying not to look as if he wanted anything but a beer, the sheriff moved to the end of the long bar and nodded at the bartender. ‘ Beer.’ ‘ Coming up, Sheriff.’ The man behind the bar waved as he took a glass and placed it under the tap. The faces of the two men sipping at their whiskey turned and looked across at the lawman. ‘ Hot enough for you boys?’ Bass said calmly. Tyler nodded as Lewis grinned. ‘ Mighty hot, Sheriff.’ Bass lifted the glass of beer up to his lips and took a large swallow. ‘ You boys in town for any particular reason?’ Lewis moved closer to the lawman. ‘ Nothing important. We were heading to San Remo but figured it would be smart to rest up here for a few days first.’ Bass nodded. ‘ You cattle buyers?’ Lewis glanced at his partner before replying. ‘ We were thinking of trying to get into that business.’ ‘I hear it pays a healthy profit.’ The sheriff kept sipping at his beer as he listened and watched the two uncomfortable strangers. ‘You kept busy in Rio Vista?’ Tyler asked. ‘ Saturday nights,’ Bass smiled. The two outlaws began to laugh while they refilled their glasses from their whiskey bottle. ‘ Last time we were in town we saw you with a tall man,’ Lewis said quietly. ‘You mean Iron Eyes?’ Bass raised an eyebrow as he watched the effect the name had on the two nervous men. Tyler gulped. ‘ The bounty hunter?’ ‘ Yep.’ The sheriff noticed the sweat beginning to trickle down from beneath the outlaw’s hat as the man toyed with the small crystal tumbler before him. ‘Is he still in town, Sheriff?’ Lewis asked, staring into his drink. ‘ Nope. He rode out two days back,’ Bass answered. ‘ He due back?’ Ben Tyler’s voice croaked. ‘ Hard to say.’ ‘ How come?’ Bass pushed his empty glass towards the bartender and signaled for it to be replenished. ‘ He rode down into Mexico.’ ‘ Was he after someone?’ Frank Lewis felt suddenly relieved at the thought of the deadly bounty hunter not being in Rio Vista. ‘ There’s some bandits down there.’ Bass rubbed his chin as the glass of beer was placed before him. ‘I guess they must have a price on their heads for him to be interested, boys.’ The two outlaws seemed to be happier knowing the one man who could thwart their plans was south of the border. They seemed to visibly relax and loosen up as they sipped at their liquor. ‘ How long you boys intend staying in