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should be able to go back and forth when we need supplies.”
    â€œI have everything I need for my experiments,” Tesla said, “except for a few other things that will be delivered. Other than that, we’d just need food and coffee and other sundries.”
    â€œShouldn’t be a problem,” Clint said. “Not if there’s a store in Gunnison.”
    â€œWhat about those fellows from back there?” Tesla asked.
    â€œWe’ll keep watch tonight,” Clint said. “They won’t travel in the dark, but they may show up tomorrow, depending on how bad the injury was.”
    â€œThis is just the kind of thing I do not need,” Tesla said. “Once we reach the house, I will need to concentrate on my work.”
    â€œI’ll make sure you’re not interrupted,” Clint said. “What about the other items you’re having delivered. Where are they coming from?”
    â€œDenver.”
    â€œThat means they’ll take the same route that we took today.”
    â€œSo they will have to go through that same settlement,” Tesla said. “They may have trouble with those men like we did.”
    â€œMaybe they won’t be there,” Clint said. “Or maybe they learned their lesson today.”
    â€œI am now thinking that it was a good idea for the President to send you to watch over me,” Tesla said. “You proved that today.”
    â€œWell, let’s just hope it doesn’t go any further,” Clint said. “I’ll take the first watch. You get some sleep.”

TWELVE
    Roman Troy sat with his left hand around a shot glass of whiskey, and his right arm in a sling. His partners, Donnie Ward and Lefty Cole, sat across from him. They each had a glass of whiskey and were keeping quiet. Neither of them wanted to be the object of his anger, which was like a black cloud, ready to unleash a torrent.
    â€œHe’s not gonna get away with this,” Roman said for the hundredth time. He’d started at the doctor’s office while the man put his arm in a sling, and he had repeated himself many times since then.
    â€œWe can get ’em when they come back this way, Roman,” Donnie said.
    Roman glared at him, and Donnie wished he hadn’t spoken.
    â€œWhen they come back? I ain’t waitin’ that long,” Roman snapped.
    â€œBut—” Lefty started, then stopped himself, hoping Roman hadn’t noticed.
    â€œBut what?” Roman demanded.
    â€œUm, we don’t know where they went.”
    â€œWell, we’re gonna find out.”
    â€œHow?”
    â€œThat fella with the ax handle, he went into Doyle’s tent, right? If he bought somethin’, maybe it’s bein’ delivered.”
    â€œYeah, maybe,” Donnie agreed.
    â€œWell?” Roman said.
    Donnie and Lefty stared at him.
    â€œGo and find out,” Roman said, crashing his left fist down on the table.
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    Both men jumped to their feet and ran out of the tent. “Naw,” Doyle said. “He didn’t buy nothin’, and wasn’t sellin’ nothin’.”
    â€œWell then,” Donnie said, “what was he doin’ in here, Doyle?”
    â€œLook, fellas,” Doyle said, “I don’t want no trouble. I just wanna sell my supplies.”
    â€œThere ain’t gonna be no trouble, Doyle,” Lefty said. “Not if you tell us what you know.”
    â€œI don’t know nothin’,” Doyle said. “I tolja.”
    â€œHe didn’t come in here for no reason,” Donnie said. “All he left with was that ax handle.”
    â€œYou mean to tell us he came in here just for an ax handle?” Lefty said.
    â€œWell, no but—”
    Donnie reached out and grabbed the front of Doyle’s shirt and said, “But what?”
    â€œH-He did say somethin’ about Gunnison.”
    â€œWhat? They were goin’ to Gunnison?”
    â€œI—I