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said.
    â€œShut up, Pat,” Blaine said. “She must have some-thin’ up her sleeve.”
    â€œYou mean she’s pullin’ somethin’?” Largent asked.
    â€œYeah,” Blaine said, “that’s the only reason she’d take a bath and wear clean clothes.”
    â€œI wonder what it is?”
    Pat Sanchez was going to take a guess. But he knew they’d just tell him to shut up again, so he kept quiet.

NINE
    â€œWhat if they’re teamin’ up?” Largent asked.
    â€œWhataya mean?” Blaine asked.
    â€œAdams and Dakota,” Largent said. “What if they team up and hunt this . . . thing together? Then we gotta worry about Jack Fiddler and them.”
    Blaine rubbed his jaw.
    â€œYou might have a point.”
    â€œSo what do we do about it?”
    â€œI know what I’d do,” Pat Sanchez said.
    Blaine looked at him and asked, “What? What would you do, Pat?”
    â€œI’d get rid of them two.”
    â€œAnd how would you do that, Pat?” Largent asked.
    â€œI’d kill ’em both.”
    â€œDakota and the Gunsmith?” Blaine was surprised.
    â€œI ain’t afraid of no Gunsmith,” Sanchez said, puffing up his chest.
    Blaine and Largent both studied Sanchez. He was twenty-three, ten years younger than both of them. He was young, and he was annoying.
    â€œSo why not?”
    â€œOkay,” Blaine said, as Largent nodded to him. “Show us.”
    â€œWhat?”
    â€œShow us how you’d do it.”
    â€œWell . . . I’d wait for them outside and take them when they wuz walkin’ to the hotel.”
    â€œHe didn’t say tell us ,” Largent pointed out. “He said show us. ”
    â€œYa mean . . . go do it?”
    â€œUnless you’ve scared,” Largent said.
    â€œI tol’ ya I ain’t scared.”
    â€œThen like I said,” Blaine told him, “show us.”
    Sanchez glared at both of them, then said, “Fine, I will show you. Both of you.”
    He got up and stormed out of the saloon.
    â€œYou think he’ll really do it?” Largent asked.
    â€œNaw, he ain’t that dumb.”
    â€œWhat if he is?” Largent asked. “He might get killed.”
    â€œYeah, maybe,” Blaine said, “and maybe he’ll take one of them with him. Either way we make out. And if he gets killed, we get more of a split.”
    â€œI didn’t think of that,” Largent said.
    Blaine sat back and said, “I did.”
    Dakota had a few more beers while Clint nursed the same one, and before long she was drunk.
    â€œCome on,” he said at one point, “I’ll get you back to your hotel.”
    â€œWhy?” she asked. “Ain’t there no more men here that wanna compliment me?”
    â€œThere probably are,” he said, “but I think you need to get some rest. You’ve got a big day ahead of you.”
    â€œOh, I get it.” She poked him in the chest with her forefinger. “You want me all to yourself.”
    â€œNow you’ve got it,” he said. “Come on, I’ll keep you all to myself at the hotel.”
    He took her by the shoulders, turned her, and propelled her toward the doors.
    Outside a nervous Pat Sanchez found himself a spot in a doorway across from the saloon. He figured when Clint Adams and Dakota came out, he’d follow them. He didn’t know if they were staying at the same hotel or not, but it didn’t matter. As long as they were walking together, he’d get them—both of them. Two bullets—one each in the back—and he’d show Blaine and Largent who was scared and who wasn’t.
    See if they told him to shut up after that.
    Outside Clint had to hold onto Dakota to keep her walking in a straight line, and she didn’t seem to mind. He didn’t, either. Holding her confirmed what he’d thought: She had a solid body, heavy breasts, and good