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Boys . . .” Brazos shouted as he approached with his Sharp’s carbine. “You are just too gullible to be hold-up men.”
    The big, blond-headed man sat up and brushed off his shirt. “You’re supposed to be a church-goin’ man, Fortune. How come you was to lie to us like that?”
    â€œJust to save your lives, Boys. With the Lord as my witness, I ­didn’t want you to get yourself all shot up,” Brazos said. “You don’t want to go to prison wounded.”
    â€œWe ain’t goin’ to prison at all,” the dark-haired man sneered.
    Todd stood and revealed his position.
    Brazos showed no sign of surprise. “Glad to see you blocked the trail, Son,” he shouted. “Where’s that third one?”
    â€œHe’s either in the rocks or dead. He didn’t come this way,” Todd hollered.
    Brazos Fortune threw his .50-caliber carbine to his shoulder and pointed it straight at Todd.
    Todd dove off the embankment head first. The dirt ground into his wool suit as the single-shot Sharp’s roared. The five-hundred-grain lead bullet tore through his recently vacated position.
    His face slapped into the dirt of the roadway, Todd heard a scream from the cliff behind him. He struggled to his feet, picking dry pine needles and pebbles out of his hands and hair.
    â€œThere’s the third one,” Brazos announced.
    â€œYou done killed Patrick!” the blond outlaw screamed. “I’ll get even with you for that, Brazos Fortune!”
    â€œThere’s plenty of room in Hades, if you’re in a hurry to get there,” Sheriff Bullock said. He and Yapper Jim snapped wrist irons on the two men sprawled in the roadway.
    Todd Fortune glanced down at the nearly ruined suit. The third one did sneak by. One more minute and he would have shot me in the back!
    Brazos and Quiet Jim sauntered toward Todd.
    â€œI thought you was aimin’ at your own boy,” Quiet Jim mumbled.
    â€œI knew he would drop when the gun was pointed. I taught them all that when they were young,” Brazos said.
    Todd brushed some of the dirt off his slightly ripped coat. “It would have been nice to know what was goin’ on.”
    â€œDidn’t have time,” Brazos reported. “He had his gun drawn and was pointin’ it at the back of your head.”
    â€œI don’t know where he came from. I never saw him slip out of the boulders.”
    â€œSage ain’t all that good a cover.”
    â€œWell, it stopped two of them from retreating, and kept you from riding into a trap.”
    â€œThat it did,” Quiet Jim nodded. “And we’re mighty grateful for that. How did you flank us?”
    â€œI came straight over that mountain.”
    â€œPlumb over the top? On a horse?”
    â€œYes.”
    â€œWhat made you think to do that?” Quiet Jim pressed.
    â€œA twelve-year-old girl.”
    Brazos threw his arm around Todd’s shoulder. “You’re a dirty mess, Boy.”
    â€œI didn’t plan on diving down that bluff until you pointed that Sharp’s at me.”
    â€œRebekah will pitch a fit to see you that dirty and that new suit she bought you all tattered.”
    â€œI reckon she will.”
    â€œWho’s watchin’ the store?”
    â€œWhat?” Todd said.
    â€œWell, if you and me are gallivantin’ around the countryside, who’s takin’ inventory on that bull-whacker’s freight?”
    â€œI figured it would wait. This was more important.”
    â€œThis band of geezers could’ve taken care of this. You didn’t need to come out here and get yourself tore up,” Brazos insisted.
    Todd grabbed up Dacee June’s revolver. No word of thanks. No congratulations. No acknowledgment. Just worried that I’m letting down on the job.
    â€œWell, I’m one dumb old geezer that’s mighty glad you showed up,” Quiet Jim added.
    â€œThis one up