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standing out here trading words that’ll get nobody nowhere!’ Hooper said wearily. ‘You’re both under arrest and in my custody. What’s you name, mister? Vic what?’
    ‘Munro. And this is Miss Hannah Foster, a good friend of mine.’
    ‘She’s a real good friend from what we heard when we – ‘ Mann started, a broad grin on his soft skinned, pale face.
    Hooper snapped: ‘Shut up, Earl!’
    ‘Look, whatever happened in Brogan Falls didn’t have a thing to do with Hannah and me!’ Munro raked his bleak eyed gaze along the line of men with aimed guns. ‘But maybe we saw the pair of killers you’re looking for. Right, Hannie? Just a little while ago when – ‘
    ‘Are you packing a gun, mister?’ Hooper demanded.
    Munro gestured toward the two tethered horses that had first alerted the posse to the presence of the couple in the trees beyond the clearing. ‘You can see my gunbelt hung on the saddle, mister. And my rifle’s in the bucket.’
    ‘Reckon there was just one kinda weapon he needed for what him and her were getting up to,’ Mann giggled.
    ‘You’ve got a sewer for a mind,’ the woman accused through a sneer.
    ‘Shut up, Earl!’ Hooper repeated tensely. ‘You two killers . . . I want you both to step forward and apart a couple of paces. And don’t you try anything tricky while we check you over for concealed weapons. Arnie, go get the gunbelt and the rifle off this guy’s horse and stow them on mine.’
    ‘Vic?’ the woman pleaded helplessly.
    ‘Don’t worry, honey,’ Munro placated evenly as he did as he was instructed and broke away from her. ‘I’ll see to it no harm comes to you on account of the stupid mistakes these idiots are making.’
    She made to go with him, but he shook his head and showed her a sullen expression she had obviously seen before: and she knew not to argue with him in this frame of mind. Then she fixed Mann with a level stare that spoke volumes about her bad feelings for the tall, skinny, pale-faced storekeeper with the widely spaced teeth. Confined herself to softly snarling the warning: ‘But if that creep tries to lay a hand on me, hunting for a gun and looking to cop a feel I’m ready to die here and now for what I’ll do to the bastard!’
    ‘Edge, you search her.’ Hooper gestured with his revolver toward the woman. ‘And, Mike – you go check Munro.’
    Mann spat a stream of saliva to the ground as the two designated men approached the couple. Costigan circled wide to go behind Munro and tried nervously and inexpertly to keep him covered with the Colt while he patted him down in the areas where a small pistol or a knife could be concealed. Edge halted a pace in front of the woman as she adopted a defiant posture: feet apart and hands clenched into fists that she pressed hard to her hips. She was perhaps thirty-five, maybe forty, but although the flush of youth had obviously left her classically oval shaped face, the set of her large eyes, finely shaped nose, full lips and prominent cheekbones contributed to a certain degree of handsomeness if not beauty. Her body, clothed in dark coloured shirt, vest and pants under the draped coat was a little thick at the hips, but she had a provocative torso that was still pertly angular rather than heavily rounded by the forces of gravity.
    ‘I’m not so sure you’re any damn better than that ugly bastard with just one dirty thing on his dirty mind!’ she challenged.
    ‘Me, I’m real sure you’re not my type, lady. Like for you to get rid of the coat then turn around.
    She slowly shed her coat as she put her back toward him and then he signalled with his free hand as he said:
    ‘All the way around.’
    She did this and there was an intrigued gaze in her green eyes when she peered into his ice cold, unblinking blue ones again.
    He shrugged as he told her: ‘It’s called going through the motions. The way you and Munro are such close friends, it figures you didn’t feel any need to have a weapon