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wild horse,” Deputy Brock said, “you and Carmody both.”
    â€œYour boss already tried,” the freckled woman said. “He’s second on my list after that no-good mayor.”
    â€œWhat list?” Brock asked.
    â€œThose I aim to send to hell for how they’ve treated me.”
    â€œListen to you,” Deputy Clyde said in contempt. “We’re plumb scared.”
    â€œWe’re tired of your sass,” Brock said.
    â€œDo something about it, then,” the freckled woman said. “If you’re man enough.”
    Brock stepped to the side of her bunk and reached out to grab her hair, but she swatted his arm away.
    Suddenly all of them froze.
    Marshal Luther Mako had appeared out of nowhere.
    Brock was larger and heavier, but Mako seized his arm and slammed him against the wall so hard, the entire barracks seemed to shake.
    â€œMarshal!” Brock bleated.
    Mako placed his hands on his Starr revolvers. “What are you up to?”
    â€œBed check,” Brock said quickly.
    Deputy Clyde had stopped snickering and was cringing toward the wall as if in fear of being shot.
    â€œYou’re never to touch the females,” Mako said.
    â€œShe was acting up,” Deputy Brock said. “And she insulted me.”
    Just like that, a revolver was in Mako’s hand. It was one of the fastest draws Fargo had ever witnessed, and he’d seen more than his share. Mako pressed the muzzle against Brock’s cheek and thumbed back the hammer.
    â€œDon’t!” Brock bleated. “I was only doing my job.”
    â€œYour
job
,” Mako said, “is to see that all the prisoners are in their beds.”
    â€œI wouldn’t have hurt her. I give you my word.” Brock opened his mouth to say more but stiffened in fear.
    A change had come over Luther Mako. His entire body seemed to harden, his face most of all, his eyes glittering like twin spikes. Belly or not, here was a man who was as dangerous as any, and then some. In a guttural growl he said, “It must be the wax in your ears.”
    Brock’s throat bobbed. “Wax?”
    â€œWhen I say to do something, you do it. You don’t argue. You don’t talk back.”
    â€œI’d never,” Brock said, and damned if he wasn’t trembling.
    â€œYou just did. But I’ll let you off, this time.” Mako stepped back. He twirled his revolver and then reversed the twirl and slid it into its holster as neatly as you please.
    â€œYou can depend on me,” Brock said. “Honest, you can.”
    â€œI hope for your sake you’re right,” Marshal Mako said.
    â€œI know my job,” Brock said.
    â€œDo you? Maybe I’d better set you straight on a few things, anyway.” Mako hooked his thumbs in his gun belt. “Mayor Stoddard says how things will be. If he tells you to jump, you ask how high.”
    â€œI savvy that,” Brock said.
    With lightning speed, the six-gun was again in Mako’s pudgy hand and pressed against Brock’s sweaty face. “Did I say you could talk?”
    Brock gulped.
    â€œGo head,” Mako said. “I dare you.”
    Brock tried to shake his head but couldn’t with the barrel gouging his cheek.
    â€œIf it’s not the wax,” Mako said, “it must be the empty space between your ears.”
    Wisely, for once, Brock said nothing.
    â€œSo again,” Mako said, “if Mayor Stoddard says the women aren’t ever to be touched, except by me, then you, by God, better damn well not.” He glanced at Deputy Clyde, who cringed as if he’d been slapped. “Isn’t that right?”
    â€œRight as rain, Marshal,” Clyde squeaked.
    â€œNow, you might think it’s strange,” Mako went on to Brock, “that the mayor wants us to treat these bitches as if they were ladies—”
    â€œHey!” Carmody exclaimed.
    â€œâ€”but he’s funny that way. He has a