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be.”
    “Good luck, honey—you’ll need it.”
    Joe Rigger didn’t love anybody but Joe Rigger. Viola was going to have to learn that the hard way.

Chapter Five
    Douglas was a fair-sized town about forty miles east of the larger town of Casper, Wyoming, and about eighty miles west of the Nebraska border. It was almost three hundred miles south of Montana. It had everything a town should have if you were going to use it for a base: a hotel and a telegraph office.
    Decker put his horse up in the livery and then carried his rifle and saddlebags to the hotel.
    “Will you be staying long, sir?” the clerk asked him. He was a dapper man with slicked-down hair, and he smelled of cheap cologne.
    “That depends,” Decker said, signing the register.
    “On what, sir?”
    “On how long it takes me to find a man named Calder.”
    “Who, sir?”
    “Calder,” Decker said. He put the pen down and stared at the clerk. “You don’t know anyone by that name?”
    The clerk thought a moment, then shook his head and said, “No, sir. Does the gentleman have a first name?”
    “I’m sure he does,” Decker said. “Can I have my key, please?”
    “Of course, sir,” the man said. “Room 7. It overlooks the street.”
    “What does Room 8 overlook?”
    “Just the alley.”
    “Is there a roof or ledge outside the window?”
    “No, sir.”
    “I’ll take that one.”
    “As you wish, sir.”
    The clerk replaced the key to number 7 and handed him the key to number 8.
    “If there’s anything else—”
    “I’ll let you know,” Decker said. “Thanks.”
    He picked up his rifle and saddlebags and ascended the stairs to the second floor. Once in the room he dropped his gear on the bed and walked to the window. Sure enough, it overlooked an alley. Across from him was a blank wall. There was no way of telling what kind of building it belonged to. Its roof, however, extended another floor above his window. There was no access there. He was satisfied that the room was fairly secure from outside entry—except for the door. He fixed that by taking the one straight-backed wooden chair in the room and jamming it under the doorknob.
    He had ridden all day and was tired, even more than he was hungry or thirsty. He took off his boots, reclined on the bed, and fell as deeply asleep as his instincts would let him. At the slightest sound, he’d be instantly awake and alert. Left alone, he’d be able to sleep for about an hour, then go in search of a drink and a meal.
    The drink was a shot of whiskey at the saloon, followed by a beer.
    “Maybe you can help me,” Decker said to the bartender after he swallowed the last of the beer.
    “I just did, friend,” the man said. He was a sloppy fat man with huge forearms that looked as if theymight once have held some muscle. Maybe there still was some beneath the surface. His face was a mass of bumps, dominated by a lumpy nose. He had either been a wrestler or a bare-knuckled boxer.
    “I need to find a man.”
    “I supply drinks,” the man said, “and you can probably find a woman in here. We don’t deal in men.”
    “Look, friend—” Decker said, putting his hand on the bartender’s arm. The bartender quickly closed his other hand around Decker’s wrist and squeezed. Decker found out that the man still had plenty of muscle.
    “You wanna ask me a question, you go ahead and ask, friend , but that don’t entitle you to touch me.” With that he took Decker’s hand off his arm and then released him. “And it don’t necessarily entitle you to an answer.”
    “I’m looking for a man named Calder,” Decker said. Holding his hand below the bar level so the barkeep couldn’t see, he began to flex it, trying to bring it back to life.
    “So?”
    “You heard of him?”
    “What if I have?”
    “I’d like to see him.”
    “And what if I haven’t?”
    “I’d still like to see him.”
    “What for?”
    “That’s between him and me.”
    “If I did know him, where would he be