clean through it. All the way in one side and out the back.â
Colredge smiled uneasily. âSoap should have been more careful.â
Pommel placed one foot on a chair by Colredgeâs desk, leaned on his knee, tipped back his hat and smiled. âThatâs what he said to me. Said he should have been more careful. There he was trying to do one job and ended up getting aced by another with a similar plot in mind.â
âWhat plot was that?â Colredge asked uneasily.
Pommel stepped around the desk, looked down at Colredge and slowly closed the center drawer. âBushwhackers come in all sizes and types. Some are dressed like bums and have to scramble for every penny. Others come well dressed, donât much need the money, and just plain enjoy the sport of it all. One kind is slinky and doesnât do very well. The other kind is careful, good at the work and donât miss. Itâs that second kind to worry about. Heâll give one warning, mostly out of sport, then heâll just shoot the son-of-a-bitch the first chance he gets.â
âIâll keep that in mind,â Colredge said harshly.
âHow about you, two-gun? Will you keep that in mind as well?â
Blakeâs hands closed on the arms of his chair. He wondered how clear his guns were and whether he could clear leather from a sitting position. He nodded slowly.
âYou might make it with the left pistol but the right is wedged under the chair arm. No wait, now my right is your left. Kind of confusing, ainât it?â Pommel said coldly.
âMaybe I should stand up,â Blake said.
âBetter do it fast two-gun. Iâll blow you through that window if youâre too slow.â
Blake sat uneasily for a few tense moments then slowly shook his head.
Pommel smiled and slowly went for the door. âWell, I sure enjoyed our visit. I hope you boys got as much out of it as I did. I wouldnât come through this door for a spell until I was sure the stairway was clear. Itâs dark and a fellow could fall or something.â
âPerhaps weâll run into each other again,â Colredge said.
âHope not. Theyâll be some dying to do if that happens. But then, if you and the Ring steer clear of the Palo Duro, you shouldnât have to worry.â
The door closed and Pommel was gone.
Colredge sat in a pale stare at the door. Blake examined the position of his holsters, turned his chair and watched the street below.
âShit, that was a surprise,â Colredge finally said.
âNever did see him leave. You suppose heâs waiting in the stairway?â Blake asked.
âNo, heâll pack out. He made his show and gave his warning. Thatâs all he intended.â
âWhat now?â
âTom wonât be back for several days. Get McPherson and some of the boys. See if you can find where this guy is laid up. I will feel a lot easier if you can shoot his ass off.â
âWhat about the raid?â
âSoap didnât know about the raid so he couldnât have told. Tom wants to close out the McMurphys in one big hit. This guyâs showing up wonât change that a bit. We need to move fast before any other sons-a-bitches come out of the woodwork.â
âWhat do you know about this guy?â
âNothing. He left long before I came here. Tom knows something about him and of course thereâs the connection with Pac.â
âWhat do you suppose Tom will do?â
âWhat does Tom always do?â
âRight. Iâll get the boys and see if we can break his trail in the morning.â
âYou do that.â
Colredge opened his desk drawer and lifted a Remington .41 double barrel derringer to the desk top. He opened it and checked the loads. It was loaded.
Chapter V
I
The gunsmith shop had a lamp lit so Pommel decided that he needed to pay a visit before leaving town. He had no idea how long it would be before he would see a