story had long since fallen in on itself.
âYou sure this place will stand up?â Ahern asked.
âItâll stand,â Zack said. âWe come here all the time. Come on.â
Ahern, Phil Kemper, and the three other men they had hired followed the Lane brothers into the saloon, which had no name on it.
Inside there were several tables, one of which had a leg missing and was jammed against the wall, and some rickety chairs. The handful of customers didnât look up as the seven men entered.
The bartender watched the Lane boys lead the other five men to the bar and asked, âWhoâre yer new friends, Zack?â
âSet us up with some drinks, Andy,â Zack said, âand maybe weâll all find out.â
âYou got it.â
âBeer for us,â Ahern said.
âWell then,â Zack said, âbeer for everybody, on my new friend.â
*Â *Â *Â
As they walked through the lobby of the hotel, Clint sniffed the air carefully.
âDid you smell that?â he asked the girls when they got to his room.
âSmell what?â Bride asked.
âDown in the lobby.â
âIt did smell rather rank,â Bridget said.
âThatâs what those two men smelled like,â he said. âThey were in the hotel.â
âMaybe,â she said, âitâs like what happened in Saint Joe. They looked at the register to see who you are. And now that they do, theyâll go away.â
âI doubt it,â he said. âThatâs not how men react when they find out who I am.â
âI donât understand,â Bridget said. âDo they want to die?â
âThey all think theyâll be the one,â Clint said.
âThe one?â Bride asked.
âThe one who kills me,â Clint said.
âI donât understand why Western men think killing is so important,â Bride said.
âItâs like that everywhere, Bride,â Bridget said, ânot only here in America.â
âOkay,â Clint said, âletâs talk about getting to Shasta County . . .â
*Â *Â *Â
âSo let me get this straight,â Zack said. âYou wanna pay us to not only kill the Gunsmith, but those two women with him?â
âNo,â Ahern said. âWe want you to kill the women. We donât care what you do with Clint Adams.â
âAnd what will you be doinâ?â Ben asked.
âMy friend Kemper there and me will be payinâ you,â Ahern said.
âAnd these other fellers?â Zack asked.
âTheyâre yours, if you want them,â Ahern said. âWeâre payinâ them, too.â
Zack looked at his brother, who always left the business decisions up to his brother.
âWell?â Ahern asked.
âI guess,â Zack said, âthis is all gonna depend on how much youâre payinâ us.â
âThen letâs get some more drinks and talk about that,â Ahern said.
*Â *Â *Â
After Clint explained to the girls the route from Council Bluffs to Shasta County, he went back down to the lobby. He could still smell the two men there. He walked to the door and looked out, then turned and looked at the desk clerk.
âYou smell that?â Clint asked.
âSmell what, sir?â the clerk asked.
Clint crossed the lobby to stand right in front of the desk.
âSmells like wet bear,â Clint said. âDirty wet bear. You donât smell it?â
The clerk made a show of sniffing the air, then said, âSir, I donâtââ
âDonât bother lying,â Clint said. âI can smell those two from here.â
The clerk fell silent.
âWhat did they want?â Clint asked.
âUm, they just wanted to know who you are.â
âDid you tell them?â
âI did.â
âWhy?â
âI figured if they knew, theyâd leave you alone, and you wouldnât have to kill
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