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way.”
    â€œWithout protection?”
    â€œWe’ve got protection.”
    â€œJust you?”
    â€œI’m enough.”
    Roman exchanged a glance with his cohorts. Clint took the opportunity to move even closer. He thought he was now within reach with the ax handle.

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    â€œYer pushin’ it, friend,” Roman said.
    Clint lunged forward with the ax handle and buried it in the man’s stomach. As Roman doubled over, Clint snatched the rifle from his hand and tossed it back to Tesla, who reacted just in time to catch it.
    â€œDon’t,” Clint said, pointing with the ax handle at the other men.
    â€œYer makin’ a big mistake, mister,” Donnie said.
    Roman straightened up and went for his gun. Clint swung the ax handle again, got the man on the forearm before he could draw his gun. There was a loud crack as the bone in his arm broke, and then Roman was holding his arm and howling.
    â€œThis town got a doctor?” Clint asked the other two men.
    â€œYeah—” Donnie started.
    â€œBetter get your friend over there,” Clint said. “We’re going to be on our way. I hope we don’t cross paths again.”
    â€œYou better hope that,” the third man said.
    He and Donnie moved to either side of Roman and helped him away from the buckboard. They looked back over their shoulders a couple of times before they committed to taking Roman to the doctor.
    â€œThat may not have been a good idea,” the storekeeper said to Clint from behind.
    Clint turned and held the ax handle out to the man to give it back.
    â€œKeep it,” the man said. “You’re pretty good with it.”
    â€œThanks.”
    Clint climbed up next to Tesla, set the ax handle beneath the seat, where Tesla had also replaced the rifle.
    â€œI’m sorry,” Tesla said. “They surprised me.”
    â€œIt’s okay,” Clint said. “Let’s just get moving before they come back with help.”
    Tesla flicked the reins at the team.
    â€œHow far do we have to go?” he asked as they pulled away from the settlement.
    â€œA day’s drive,” Clint said. “We probably need one more night on the trail, and then we’ll reach Gunnison tomorrow. How much farther will the house be after that?”
    â€œA few hours, according to the man I rented it from,” Tesla said.
    â€œWho did you rent it from anyway?”
    â€œAn agency,” Tesla said. “I saw the ad in the Denver newspaper.”
    An agency, not an individual. That meant any one of a few people could give away their location.
    He turned and looked behind them, saw that at the moment no one was following.
    â€œDo you expect more trouble from those fellows?” Tesla asked.
    â€œI guess that depends on how badly I hurt that man’s arm.”
    â€œI thought I heard a bone crack.”
    â€œSo did I.”
    â€œSo if he’s that hurt, he won’t come after us.”
    â€œJust the opposite,” Clint said. “If I broke his arm, he’s going to want his revenge.”
    â€œWell, I assume you can handle them,” Tesla said. “You certainly did just now.”
    â€œWe’ll have to see,” Clint said.
    â€œWhy didn’t you shoot that man when he tried to draw his gun?”
    â€œI didn’t feel I needed to,” Clint said. “I’m not anxious to kill a man at any time, but I don’t even know this one. Hopefully, he learned his lesson and we’re done with him and his friends.”
    â€œI hope so.”
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    They traveled a few hours more and then stopped to set up camp.
    â€œSorry we couldn’t get a meal back there before leaving,” Clint said, handing Tesla a plate of beans.
    â€œDon’t worry about it,” the scientist said. “I was just glad to get away from there.”
    â€œThe storekeeper there said there’s a general store in Gunnison,” Clint said. “We