âem two daysâ rest,â the stableman guessed unemotionally.
âWeâre in a hurry to move on.â
âSouth?â
âTo Hermosa ⦠if itâs any of yore damn business,â Pat grated angrily. âHave you got somethinâ to trade or ainât you?â
âIf you got enuff boot, Mister.â The stableman sighed and got up on his long legs. âMy nameâs Joe Baines,â he offered. âRight back here I got two hawses thatâll keep you ahead of any law thatâs mebby on yore trail.â
âWhat makes you think thereâs a posse behind us?â Pat demanded as Joe Baines took a lantern from a hook and started back to the rear of the stable.
Baines cackled thinly. âIn a mighty big hurry tuh reach the border, ainâtcha?â He strode ahead of them with the lantern in his hand.
âWe ainât gonna pay no ten dollars to put up our hawses, are we?â Ezra argued in a loud stage whisper as they followed. âItâs plain out anâ out robbery, thatâs what it is.â
Pat said, âLetâs see how heâll trade.â
Baines acted as though he hadnât overheard the interchange. He stopped at two rear stalls and held the lantern over his head. âThere yâare fellers. Two hawses thatâll carry you far anâ fast.â
One was a raw-boned black gelding and the other a tough-looking little bay mare. âThey look all right,â Pat admitted cautiously. âWhat do you call âem worth?â
âHundred dollars apiece.â
âFigurinâ ours in at seventy-five,â said Pat shortly, âthat adds up to fifty dollars boot. Sounds fair enough.â
âHundred dollars boot fer each hawse,â Baines told him in his sly drawl.
âThatâs crazy. Itâs a holdup,â Pat expostulated.
Baines closed one eye in a slow wink. âBetter think it over, Mister. Mebby youâll decide itâs a bargain.â
âTo hell with him,â Ezra said hotly. âLetâs get outta here anâ â¦â
âWouldnât want word to git arounâ to the sheriff that yoâre mighty anxious tuh git fresh hawses anâ get outta town to the Border, I reckon,â Baines interrupted him.
Pat started to say something but clamped his lips down over the words. After a moment, he asked, âAre you threatening to tell the sheriff?â
âNot me, Mister. But word might git to him.â
A short harsh laugh came from behind them and a voice asked, âYou fellers strangers hereabouts?â
Pat and Ezra turned to see a young man leaning negligently against one of the stalls. His thumbs were hooked in the front of a wide slanting gunbelt, and a black Stetson was pushed back rakishly from his wide forehead. His lips were twisted in a mocking grin and there was devil-may-care laughter in his gray eyes.
âReason I asked,â he explained, lounging forward, âis âcause I wondered if you didnât know that Joe Baines is the sheriffâs brother-in-law.â
âWe are strangers anâ we didnât know,â Pat told him.
âShore. Joeâs got a nice layout here. Fellers like you-all come ridinâ in a hurry anâ you got to trade with him ⦠or else. See what I mean?â
Joe Baines moved from around Pat and Ezra to confront the young man. âGit outta here,â he ordered venomously. âShet yore loud mouth anâ git.â
âWhy, no.â The youthâs grin widened. âI donât reckon I will. Happens I ainât ridinâ the owlhoot trail,â he explained to the two Powder Valley men, âso the sheriff donât scare me none. Makes me sore,â he went on equably, âto see a couple fellers get stepped on âcause maybe theyâre in trouble.â
Pat said, âThanks.â He hesitated a moment, then added, âMy nameâs Stevens.
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