Longarm and the Colorado gundown

_{“Are you disappointed in me, dear?”}

_{“Hell, no. Nothing wrong with a lawyer making an honest living. An’ it kinda stands t’ reason that a lawyer’s honest living has t’ be earned in the company o’ folks that ain’t always honest.”}

_{She smiled and took his arm. “You do understand. Good.”}

_{“You think this Sally really will find out where the Utes are being held?”}

_{“Count on it.”}

_{“I’ll feel a whole lot better once they’re safely away from this country.”}

_{Aggie didn’t seem to be paying attention to what he was saying. Instead she was woolgathering, smiling and humming a gay tune and allowing him to guide her while she held onto him and stared toward the sky.}

_{“It’s a shame there aren’t any oysters available,” she said out of nowhere.}

_{“Run that’un by me one more time?”}

_{She laughed. “It’s really quite logical if you think about it, dear. Oysters? You do know, don’t you, what they say oysters are good for?”}

_“Oh.”

_{“Exactly. And we haven’t anything more pressing to do tonight while we wait for Sally to tell us where Bray Swind and his people are.”}

_{“Oh,” Longarm said lamely. Unless Agnes Able had all of a sudden had a revelation on the subject of how to please a man, Longarm suspected he was in for a long and none-too-pleasant evening.}

_{The things a man had to do in the line of duty sometimes...}

_{Custis Long wasn’t a man to complain. But. .. damn.}

_{He lay beside a sweaty and contented woman whose passions had all been sated. He only wished he could say as much about his own.}

_{Aggie was still lush. Still beautiful. Still a truly lousy fuck.}

_{On the other hand, the rent there was cheap. And there weren’t any other rooms available in town.}

_{Quid pro quo, as the lawyers said. Which, he supposed, was just another way of saying Life. Oh, well.}

_{He smiled, and tapped the ash of his cheroot into the dish they were using for an ashtray. As before, the dish was resting on the damp flat between Aggie’s tits. Tonight, though, he was smoking alone. She was so limp and wiped out after coming eight, nine times in a row that she wasn’t even interested in showing off her toughness by smoking.}

_{Not that Longarm had had to go completely unsatisfied. Toward the end there he’d finally figured out that he could tighten things up some by having Aggie bring her legs together while he lay on top of her with his thighs positioned outside of hers. It had seemed awkward only to begin with. Best of all, it had turned a loose and sloppy experience into something considerably more enjoyable. And she’d liked it too. If there were going to be any more belly-to-belly encounters with the lady lawyer, Longarm figured to handle them just that way again.}

_{Beside him, Aggie yawned and snuggled deeper into her pillow, even though it was much too early for going to sleep, at least in Longarm’s opinion. Far as he could see, the night had plenty of time to run yet. And he was getting hungry again. Supper was hours past.}

_{What the hell. He swiveled around on his side of the bed and swung his feet to the floor.}

_{“Are you leaving?”}

_{“Hey, I thought you were sleeping.”}

_{“Sleepy,” she admitted with a smile. “But not sleeping.” “Thought I’d go out. Get a drink. Play some cards. I dunno.”}

_{“You’ll come back here tonight?”}

_“Sure.”

_{“Good. Wake me when you do. We can do it some more.”}

_{“Sure.” It was a small lie and a polite one. He stepped into his balbriggans, pulled on his socks, reached for his shirt. “Say, Aggie, since you happen t’ be awake, there was something I forgot t’ ask you earlier. Then when I thought of it again you were snoring.”}

_{“Longarm! I couldn’t have. Ladies do not snore.” “Breathing deep?”}

_{“Much better,” she said.}

_{“Anyhow, when I thought of it again I thought you were asleep.”}

_{“Thank you.”}

_{“The question ... if you’ll give me time t’ ask it now ... is this. When you and that woman were talking about the police chief, you both said something about ‘the’ robbery. Like you should both know what robbery was being discussed. An’ you can call me a pessimist if you like, but I’d find it real hard t’ accept the idea that there’s only ever been one robbery in a town the size of this one.”}

_{Aggie laughed, and reached over to find his hand and squeeze it. “Of course we have our fair share of crime, dear. We aren’t a bunch of backward hayseeds, you know. As for ‘the’ robbery, well, that one was special.”}

_{“Mmm?” He did a quick-shuffle stomp with both feet to set his boots comfortably, and checked the position of the big Colt in its cross-draw holster. It needed an adjustment to the right of a quarter inch or so before he could consider it perfect.}

_{“Our train was robbed,” she said.}

_{“Hell, woman, you don’t hardly have a train for anybody to rob.”}

_{“There are a few miles of track, you know. From Brightwater through Snowshoe and a little ways further.” Longarm was aware of that. He’d walked in along the roadbed when he’d come to Snowshoe. Apparently the narrow- gauge railroad here was operating much like the Silver Creek, Tipson, and Glory line did, trying to run cars along what little track they had to raise some working capital while they finished building track.}

_{“Anyway,” Aggie went on, “we had our first train robbery the other day. It was quite exciting.”}

_{“What’d they do, hit the passengers for pocket money?” “Oh, no, much more exciting than that. This was a serious robbery. They took a gold shipment.”}

_{Aggie seemed to think nothing about that, but Longarm damn sure did. There wasn’t any refinery in Snowshoe. He was positive about that. If there had been, he would have seen and smelled it long before now. Hell, the only stamp mills that could be operating there were small-time affairs that disassembled into parts small enough and light enough to be packed in by mule. And without heavy equipment, why, you just plain couldn’t reduce gold ores to anything compact and valuable. The kind of concentrate that could be produced in a camp at Snowshoe’s stage of development was bulky and heavy in relation to value. That very problem was the reason investors were so eager to build narrow-gauge rail lines into the small mountain camps. But until that happened, the concentrates produced in places like Snowshoe were hardly worth stealing, unless someone was prepared to undertake a major freighting project as part of his getaway.}

_{He explained as much to Aggie, but all she did was shrug. “I wouldn’t know about that, dear. I can only tell you that the train was robbed and the gold, whatever form it was in, was stolen.”}

_{“That’s crazy,” he said.}

_{“Bite your tongue.”}

_{“Pardon?”}

_{“Please don’t you ever suggest that criminals should wise up and change their ways, dear. Not in my presence. Why, where would us lawyers be if it weren’t for craziness and cupidity and all those wonderful human failings. So please, dear, speak with respect about the people I hope to have as clients someday.”}

_{He laughed and pulled his coat on, finally settling the Stetson into position. “Don’t wait up for me.”}

_{“I had no intention of trying,” she assured him.}

_{He bent and gave her a perfunctory peck on the cheek before letting himself out of the cabin. What the hell, he decided, just because she was a lousy lay it didn’t necessarily follow that she was a totally worthless person. There were times when she was fairly pleasant company. That probably ought to count for something.}

_{Longarm ambled off into the night in search of a glass of rye whiskey.}

_{There are some genuine verities in life, pillars a man can depend on no matter what else befalls him, and one of those is that regardless of how badly a man hates your guts, he will still be willing to take your money.}

_{Longarm might not be able to get anything in the way of cooperation in Snowshoe, but he could buy whiskey and lose at cards as well as the next guy. The whiskey wasn’t bad. His run of cards was terrible.}

_{“Fold,” he said. “Again.” He dropped the five useless pasteboards onto the table and leaned back.}

_{“I really should feel guilty about this,” the man on his right said. “1 don’t, of course, but I ought to.” The fellow was the big winner of the moment, and except for that seemed pleasant enough. He was dressed too nicely to be an underground laborer. Longarm guessed him as a storekeeper or the like. He played his cards cautiously but very, very well, riding the percentages rather than hunches. For him it seemed to work. For Longarm tonight nothing was working, not even bluffs. Better to fold and wait for the next deal on a night like this one.}

_{Longarm sipped at his rye and spent a few moments looking around the smoky room. There was a good crowd on hand, but they weren’t rowdy. In fact, they seemed almost subdued. The noise level in the saloon was low enough that conversations two tables away could be followed if anybody was interested enough to bother listening.}

_{The next hand played out—the same fellow winning it—and the players declared a short break, most of them dispersing in the direction of the outhouse, the bar, wherever. The gentleman who was doing all the winning sat back in contentment.}

_{“Is it always like this?” Longarm asked.}

_{“If you mean am I always this lucky at cards, the answer is that I only wish it were so. If, on the other hand, you mean to ask if it is always this quiet, the answer is that I only wish it were so.”}

_{Longarm raised an eyebrow.}

_{The man smiled and explained. “With everyone so solemn lately there has been hardly any absenteeism problem in any of the mines. Few hangovers, you see. No broken bones in fistfights or ears ripped off in brawls. None of that lately. I must say that I like that part of it.”}

_{“Any idea why it’s so quiet?” Longarm asked.}

_{“Oh, no question about that. It’s because of the robbery.”}

_{‘The train robbery?”}

_{“But of course.” Like it was inconceivable that any other robbery could be discussed.}

_{“Why in the world would that make a whole town so fretful?”}

_{“Very simple,” the fellow explained. “The concentrates that were taken represent the entire output of the major employers here. That was supposed to be the profit that would allow the mine owners, who happen also to be the railroad investors, to complete construction of the rail line, you see. This one robbery won’t be enough to sink us. But much more in the way of loss and there will be no railroad. And if there is no railroad, soon there will be no town. The mines will close and that will be the end of that, because our ore values have been declining. Plenty of value if we have heavy equipment to extract metal from the ore. Not nearly enough value at the present level of technology available to us. We have to have that railroad in place, you see, or eventually we will fail and Snowshoe will cease to exist}

_{except as a curiosity. Other towns in the area too. We’re all in the same sad situation.”}

_{“Serious,” Longarm agreed.}

_{“Absolutely.” The gambler sighed and pulled out a pair of cigars. He offered one to Longarm, then accepted the light that Longarm contributed. “Thanks.”}

_{“Mister, I can promise you I’d be willing to swap a match for one o’ these cigars any time you want,” Longarm said. “Now this is what I’d call a smoke.”}

_{“I have them special made,” the gambler admitted. “The secret is a bright-leaf filler. Expensive but worth it.” “Worth it,” Longarm agreed. He was definitely getting the impression now that this fellow sitting beside him wasn’t any small-town shopkeeper. That sort of curiosity, though, would only be satisfied if the gentleman chose to volunteer information about himself. One man simply didn’t ask personal questions of another. “I’m surprised your shipment was taken,” Longarm ventured. “Unless you’re getting an awful lot of extraction outta your ore here. But then you just said that you aren’t, otherwise the future wouldn’t be in doubt like it is.”}

_{“Frankly, Deputy ... it is no secret who you are, I hope you don’t mind.”}

_{“No offense,” Longarm assured him.}

_{“Frankly, Deputy, we were more surprised than anyone. We thought it impossible that anyone would have an interest in the shipment. Its value would be stated in the tens of thousands of dollars, true, but its weight was a matter of tons. Much too heavy to be moved by any conventional means. Mule train, for instance. It would have required a string of a hundred thirty mules to carry it. We calculated that first thing. And believe me, there are not that many mules in these mountains that were unaccounted for on the day of the robbery. That was the first thing we looked into.”}

_{“Logical,” Longarm agreed. He glanced around, but the other players hadn’t returned to the table yet. None of them, in fact. Although he could see one of the men standing at}

_{the bar in conversation with someone else. And now that he was paying attention he noticed another seated at a different table, already engrossed in a new game there. It occurred to him that perhaps this was something of a setup. Just maybe he’d been seated beside this pleasant fella for a purpose? Not that he minded. Yet. But it was something to keep in mind.}

_{“Freight wagons could carry that much weight, of course,” the man went on, “but no wagons can reach the area where the robbery occurred. It simply isn’t possible. Even so, we searched for wheel tracks. There were none.”}

_{Longarm grunted.}

_{“We are at a loss as to how the concentrates were spirited away. And we are very much concerned that the thieves may successfully repeat their performance. Until we know how they did it the first time, we will have difficulty thwarting them the second time. If you see what I mean.” “I see what you’re saying,” Longarm admitted. “I’m not so sure I see what you mean. Not all of it anyhow.”}

_{The gambler smiled. “Good. You are as bright as we’d hoped you might be.”}

_{Longarm didn’t know quite what to make of that remark, so he let it slide by.}

_{“We ... our little consortium of mine owners and railroad investors, that is... have mixed thoughts about your presence here, Deputy. I suspect you can understand that.” “Not particularly. Not unless you’re doing something you oughtn’t.”}

_{“Oh, no. Nothing at all like that, I assure you. No, our, um, concerns lie with the Ute Indians. You are here to give them the freedom to attack us. Naturally we resist that. The other side of that coin, Deputy, is that your expertise could be useful to us when it comes to arresting whoever stole our gold concentrates.”}

_{“Personally I don’t see that there has t’ be any conflict, mister. Mister ... ?” .}

_{“Delacoutt,” he said quickly. “Ames Delacoutt.” He extended a hand to shake. Longarm introduced himself,}

_{although that wasn’t really necessary, as Delacoutt already had said.}

_{“Anyhow, Mr. Delacoutt—”}

_{“Ames. Please. There is no reason we should be at odds, Deputy. Please call me Ames.”}

_{“All right, Ames, as I was sayin’, there’s no reason we have t’ sniff assholes an’ snarl. You see, there’s no danger from those Utes. I know you’ve been filled with all kinds of wild tales on the subject, but I’m here to tell you that once I get those people out of whatever confinement your local law has put them in, the first thing they’ll want t’ do is get the hell away from here. This time of year they’ll be heading down to the flat country anyhow. They got no desire to stay up here. Won’t want to come back till late fall. An’ then they won’t be wanting to bother you. Those people are like most any others, Ames. Do you leave them alone an’ treat them with decency, they’ll give you the same right back. They’ll leave you be and not be a bother to anybody.” “Your opinion is not universal, Deputy.”}

_{“Neither is good sense, Ames. Which ain’t to say that it shouldn’t be, just that it isn’t.”}

_{“Leaving the question of the Indians aside for the moment, Deputy, we were hoping we could, um, prevail upon you to help us solve our robbery problem.”}

_{Longarm puffed on the cigar Ames Delacoutt had given him. It was without doubt one of the finest he had ever had the pleasure of tasting. “Was there any mail taken in the robbery, Ames?”}

_{The man frowned. “Not that I am aware of. Is that important?”}

_{“Does your railroad have a contract to carry mail?” Delacoutt broke eye contact with Longarm and began peering at his fingernails. *}

_{“What is it that you’d rather not tell me, Mr. Delacoutt?” “The line doesn’t, well, it doesn’t actually have a charter yet. And no mail contract, of course.”}

_{“I see.” And he did. No charter, therefore no insurance coverage. These boys were taking the whole sting from}

_{that robbery. “I hate t’ be the one t’ tell you ... though I suspect you already know it... but no federal law was broken in that robbery. This is something for your county law to handle.”}

_{“The county seat is Silver Creek.”}

_“So?”

_{“Silver Creek people are not interested in Snowshoe’s problems. The county sheriff was told about the robbery. We haven’t seen a deputy up here yet.”}

_{“Which is why your town chief of police is out looking for something that’s clearly outside his jurisdiction.” “Exactly.”}

_{“I was kinda wondering ’bout that.”}

_{“But you could—”}

_{“Ames, let me set you straight about something. I can’t march in an’ throw my weight around when I don’t have jurisdiction. This is a local crime, an’ the only way I could get into it would be if the local law asked me t’ help. I got the authority to cooperate, but only on specific request. Without that, man, my hands are tied. And, uh, judging from the look on your face, I’d say that you already been told all this. Why am I bothering?”}

_{“We were hoping you might... make an exception? You would be handsomely compensated, I assure you.” “Bounty hunting? That ain’t what I do, Ames.”}

_{“It wouldn’t be that at all.”}

_{“Okay then. You want t’ bribe me to exceed my authority.”}

_{“No!” Delacoutt yelped.}

_{“Look, Ames, if you boys want me in on this, get your police chief t’ stand in front o’ me and ask for my help.” “If Boo Bevvy stands in front of you, Deputy, you’ll serve that writ you are carrying, and we will have to turn a flood of savages loose on our women.”}

_{“I already told you, man—”}

_{“And I don’t believe you. All right? Is that clear enough? The federal government mollycoddles those red savages. Everyone knows that. Lo, the poor Indian. Well excuse}

_{me for saying so, but Lo butchers white babies and rapes white women and scalps white men, and those of us who don’t have to follow a party line on the subject would just as soon see Lo and all his relatives dead and buried. And that, sir, is the truth as I see it.”}

_{And it was too. The way this dumb, deluded bastard saw it, anyhow. At least he was being honest in his reaction. Longarm found it difficult to fault a man for that. And he had to admit that he would’ve felt the same himself if he believed what Ames Delacoutt did. The difference between them was that Longarm happened to know better.}

_{“I’d be glad to help out with your robbery investigation, Ames,” Longarm said. “But you know what you folks gotta do first.”}

_{“You force a hard choice on us, sir. If we don’t give in to your demand, we face ruin. If we do, we face death. Thank you so much, Deputy.” Delacoutt sounded bitter, and no wonder given the lies that he believed.}

_{“Look on the bright side, Ames,” Longarm suggested. “Maybe your town policeman will solve the train robbery. Then all you’ll have t’ worry about is the kind of so-called friend who’d lie to you about things like wild Indians. Who, in case you don’t know it, are just as human as you and me, mister. Which means there are good ones an’ bad ones an’ in-between ones. Just like you and me and the lying SOB who filled you full of make-believe fears. Now you think about that, Ames. Me, I’m going to bed. Somehow my pleasant evening on the town ain’t as fun right now as I was wanting. Thank you for the cigar, sir. And good night.”}

_{It still wasn’t all that late. Late enough, though, that Longarm was going to go back to Aggie’s cabin and see if he couldn’t sneak in without waking her. For sure he didn’t want to put up with any more argument from the likes of Ames Delacoutt. Ignorance of that nature could curdle even the best whiskey inside a man’s belly.}

_{He walked the distance to Aggie’s place in a matter of minutes, but paused outside. Whatever he might think about Mr. Delacoutt, he definitely had to applaud the man’s taste in cigars. And the one Longarm was smoking wasn’t close to being finished yet.}

_{A cigar this good wasn’t to be put out and kept overnight either. Smoke allowed to linger inside the body of the cigar would seep into the leaf and turn stale. By morning the flavor would be no better than that of any ordinary two-center: The way Longarm saw it, it would be damn near sinful to allow that to happen.}

_{Better, he figured, to stand outside and finish his smoke before he went in to bed. Besides, the night air was clean and crisp, the feel of it good in his lungs.}

_{There wasn’t any porch or bench provided at the front of Aggie’s cabin, but there was a roofed overhang on one side where firewood was stored dry and close to hand. At this time of year the wood pile was small, the past winter’s use shrinking it down to little more than a cord or so, although when full it probably held closer to a dozen cords of split aspen. Longarm decided to step in there and perch on the}

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_{stacked stove-lengths while he finished his cigar.}

_{He wheeled and took the few steps necessary to reach the front of the covered area, then slowed to grope his way into the deep shadows.}

_{He heard something. A gasp. And then the sound of a hammer being cocked.}

_{Longarm’s hand swept the Colt into his fist. But he had no target, dammit. Looking into the shadows of the woodshed was like peering into a coal bin at midnight. He knew there was something there, someone there, but he couldn’t see who or where.}

_{He himself, he knew, was silhouetted against the gray background of the night sky and the town lights.}

_{But he still had no target.}

_{He also had no time to think about it, dammit.}

_{He dropped to one knee an instant before a gun barrel discharged.}

_{A sheet of flame the size and shape of a cast net illuminated the shed for half a heartbeat of time. For that quick eyeblink of time he could see by the light of the muzzle flash.}

_{Two men! There were two of them, dammit. Crouched. Staring. Wide-eyed. He hadn’t time to think about whether he recognized either of them. Both held something. Dark, elongated objects. Shotguns, he thought.}

_{Before he’d had time to assimilate the information the flash of light was gone.}

_{A charge of heavy shot whistled through the air where Longarm’s head had been a moment earlier.}

_{He responded with his own answering fire so quickly that the sound of the shotgun’s roar merged with the crisper, lighter report of his .44.}

_{He was so close to the man the time of bullet travel was too short for him to be able to separate out the sound of his bullet striking flesh, but he heard a grunting cough that told him someone was hit. And likely hit in the body at that. The sound was that of breath being driven out of someone.}

_{There were two of them, though. Two of them. By now the other one would be. ...}

_{Longarm threw himself to his right.}

_{Even as he moved there was another muzzle flash not ten feet in front of him. Buckshot whipped and tore through the air, once again seeming to fly head high. An amateur then. He hadn’t the knowledge or perhaps the nerve to place his shots with care.}

_{Still, he’d had knowledge and nerve enough to get his shot off. There had been a second lightning sheet of fire and another rush of smoke.}

_{Another half-seen, half-sensed image had burned onto the retinas of Longarm’s eyes.}

_{Two men still, but this time one of them kneeling. Falling? The image Longarm saw had been frozen in time. In the light of the muzzle blast a tableau had been displayed, colorless but in full dimension like a stereopticon view made life-size. Longarm’s impression was that the one man, the one who was kneeling, was going down. The other was standing, in much the same posture he’d been in when the first blast had lighted up the shed.}

_{Two men. Two shotguns.}

_{More noise.}

_{Behind? No, overhead.}

_{Wood. Splintering wood. Collapsing. Damn!}

_{The comer post of the woodshed had been lashed and shattered by the two shotgun blasts. Longarm heard the post crack and give way under the weight of the roof it supported.}

_{He tried to gather himself. Wanted to spring to the side one more time.}

_{Too late.}

_{The roof came crashing down. He had time to raise his arms. Then poles and dry sod slammed onto him. Buried him. Knocked him flat beneath hundreds of pounds of roofing material.}

_{Dust filled his nostrils, and he could hardly breathe.}

_{The Colt was gone, swept out of his hand by the tremendous weight of the falling roof.}

_{He could barely draw breath, and damn sure couldn’t move.}

_{He felt stunned. His senses were overloaded. The smell of sunbaked dirt was thick inside his nose, and the taste of it was in his mouth. His head spun from an impact that hadn’t registered when he received it, but which he could feel now throbbing at the back of his skull. Hard sapling poles and heavy, broken sod crushed down atop him. His stomach churned sourly and he thought he might throw up.}

_{Even so, he was struggling already to free himself from the fallen roof that could easily become a tomb. Without conscious thought he pulled and twisted and tried to scramble free of the weight.}

_{He could hear. He could still hear. He could hear a footstep. And then another. A whisper. An anguished cry.}

_{“You son of a bitch. You’ve killed him.” There was pain in the sound of the voice. The pain of deep emotion. “He’s dead, damn you. Dead.”}

_{If the guy who was speaking was who Longarm thought he was, and if this guy was saying what Longarm thought he was ... well, good. Longarm only wished he’d gotten the both of them.}

_{He felt on the ground for the Colt. Wherever it was, buried in the rubble or simply lost somewhere close by, he couldn’t find it in the dark. He gave up and tried to work his hand back to his chest. He still had the derringer in his vest pocket.}

_{He heard footsteps again. Movement. The sound of wood being thrown or kicked aside.}

_{“Damn you, you son of a bitch.” From the sound of the voice the live one was crying over the dead one. His voice was cracked and shaking. “Damn you to hell.”}

_{Longarm tried to reach the derringer. His arm came up short, held back by a section of wooden pole that was somehow wedged between Longarm’s chest and his right arm. He jerked and pulled and twisted, but couldn’t reach the damn derringer.}

_{Try with the left, he told himself. Gotta get to it. Use the other hand.}

_{He heard the sound of a gun hammer being cocked.}

_{“Damn you.”}

_{He could see a little now. A dark figure loomed over him, in silhouette against the stars now that there was no roof. The standing, weaving figure held a short, stubby, double- barreled scattergun, its shape unmistakable. The man was crying. His shoulders shook, and he took a moment to wipe his eyes on the back of his coat sleeve.}

_{“I’ll send you to hell behind him, damn you,” the man swore in a tremulous voice.}

_{He raised the shotgun to his shoulder.}

_{Longarm was still clawing with both hands. Trying to grab the derringer in his vest pocket. Trying to find the dropped Colt. Trying to wriggle the hell out of the way. Trying...}

_{A muzzle flash illuminated the night once more.}

_{The shotgun roared and spat its fire in a macabre halo of death and destruction.}

_{Longarm snarled and cursed and continued his struggle.}

_{After a moment it occurred to him that he was still alive to struggle. He stopped. Blinked.}

_{There was a faint sound of scuffling. Very light. No more noise than that of a pair of rats mating in their nest. And then there was silence.}

_{Longarm thought back.}

_{The shotgun blast. It hadn’t been directed down at him. Although that was certainly where the man had been aiming a moment before. Instead, he thought, the gun had been pointing harmlessly into the sky when it fired.}

_{And there had been a half-seen blur of movement a scant fraction of a second before. Or had he only imagined that part? He didn’t honestly know.}

_{He tried to concentrate on listening to whatever the hell it was that was happening.}

_{There was ... silence. Absolute silence. Nothing at all now except the silence of the night and, somewhere far}

_{away, the sound of a barking dog. A few seconds more and even the dog became quiet.}

_{Longarm began pulling and squirming and clawing at the debris that trapped him there. Whatever the hell was going on, he would feel better about it all once he could stand up and move again.}

_{Chapter 29}

_{For long, agonizing moments Longarm could see nothing, hear nothing. Then a dark figure rose off the dirt floor of the woodshed. A man’s figure seen in silhouette as before. Except now there was no shotgun. Longarm continued to struggle against his enforced confinement, desperate now to reach a gun—gun, hell, his knife would have been enough; that or a rock, the burning coal of a lighted cheroot, his own empty hands, any damned thing he could use as a weapon to defend himself—but the tangled debris held him captive as surely as manacles and leg irons could have done. The half-seen, half-sensed figure moved closer until it stood over Longarm while he continued to struggle futilely.}

_{“Let me help you, Mr. Long.” The man’s voice was deep. Longarm had heard it before. He couldn’t recall where or when, but he was sure he had heard this man speak before. “Here.”}

_{The fellow bent down, and a moment later Longarm could hear a grunt of effort. The tough roof poles, burdened by hundreds of pounds of sod, that held him pinned to the ground shifted and began to rise. One inch and then another. Slowly they were lifted clear.}

_{“Hurry, please, sir. I don’t have a good hold here.”}

_{Longarm wriggled and fought against his confinement. He twisted and pushed and managed to drag himself partway out of the mass of fallen material.}

_{The unknown man who was helping him groaned and lost his grip. The poles crashed downward again with a}

_{clatter. But by then Longarm was free to his waist on one side, to mid-thigh on the other. He grunted and kicked, forcing himself out from under the weight of sod and dried wood. “There.” He dragged himself free of the last of it, and felt himself being grasped by the shoulders and helped upright.}

_{Lordy, but it felt good to be standing up again.}

_{“Who the ... ?”}

_{“It’s Parson George, Mr. Long,” the dark figure answered. “I was coming to deliver a message to Miz Able. Seen what was happening. Sorry it took me s’ long to do you any good, but I don’t carry a gun. Never been any good with one of those things for some reason, so I quit carrying any. No point to it. So I had to sneak in close enough to jump that one. Sure hope you don’t mind.”}

_{Longarm figured he could manage to forgive the guy. “You did fine, Parson. Thanks. Help me find my gun, please. And my handcuffs too if you don’t mind. I’ve gone and lost them somewhere. I probably ought to cuff that fellow you put down there.”}

_{“No need for you to cuff him, sir,” Parson said.}

_“No?”

_{“Not unless it’s a regulation or something, sir. He’s pretty much dead now. If that’s all right. Sir.” Parson sounded so dolefully apologetic that Longarm couldn’t help wondering what would happen if he said it wasn’t all right for the ambusher to be dead now. He put a rein on his tongue, though. He had the impression that poor ol’ Parson wasn’t much used to being joshed.}

_{“I’m sure that’s fine,” was all that Longarm said on the subject.}

_{It occurred to him that guns had been fired here, a roof had collapsed, and men had died. Yet there was no hint of acknowledgment of any of that from Aggie Able in her cabin. But then she’d already proven herself a timid woman once she was buttoned securely within her walls at night, hadn’t she? “It’s all right, Aggie,” he said loudly enough to be heard inside. “Everything is okay now. Unbar the door}

_{and hand us out a lantern, please.”}

_{Longarm didn’t hear any movement indoors, but Parson must have. The bodyguard—errand boy too, it seemed— went around to the front, and came back moments later with an unlighted lamp. Longarm hadn’t actually specified a light, had he? Just the means for it. He sighed and snapped a match head aflame.}

_{Parson held the lamp while Longarm first found his Colt—it was lying in plain sight not two feet from where he’d been pinned—and then the handcuffs that had been jostled loose when the damned roof fell on him. He felt considerably better with the Colt back in hand, and quickly reloaded the lone chamber that he’d had time to empty. Only then did he and Parson move to the other end of the shed to examine the havoc they’d combined to create there.}

_{“Nice shooting,” Parson observed. “If I could do that I believe I’d carry a gun myself, Mr. Long.”}

_{Longarm’s one bullet, hastily aimed on the basis of instinct and experience, had taken the first assailant square in the chest. His sternum had been crushed inward, no doubt stopping the man’s heart in the middle of a beat. He would have been dead, or as good as, before his knees touched the ground.}

_{Longarm had never seen the man before, he was sure. The fellow was dressed in town clothes, not a laborer’s rough garb. He was nicely groomed, with a fresh shave and neatly trimmed hair. His collar was crisp and his tie carefully formed. Any veneer of civility ended there. A sawed-off shotgun lay partially underneath the body. Longarm examined both the gun and the man carefully. Of the two barrel tubes one remained loaded. The fellow carried no other weapons on him, not a revolver, not even a pocketknife. Odd, Longarm thought. The pockets held a perfectly ordinary collection of coins and tokens and lint. There was nothing to hint that murder for hire would have been a regular line of work, and no great amount of cash to show sudden good fortune. Longarm grunted.}

_{“Let’s take a look at the other one,” he suggested.}

_{Parson carried the lamp outside the remains of the woodshed—the roof at that end remained mostly intact— to the point where his leaping charge into the fray had carried him and his victim.}

_{“Nice work yourself, Parson,” Longarm said.}

_{The bodyguard gave him a look of shy gratitude in response to the compliment. “Thank you, sir.”}

_{No wonder Longarm hadn’t heard much in the way of grunting or scuffling. The man known as Parson had had nothing but a knife, yet had jumped a thug armed with a sawed-off shotgun. In the dark. Operating solely by feel. And had managed to dispatch the fellow so cleanly that the dead man’s hair was barely mussed. The man had died so quickly that there was very little blood seepage around a stab wound that passed through his coat into his back, led carefully between two ribs, and almost certainly had punctured the heart with unerring aim. It had to have found the heart, in fact, or there would have been quarts of blood soaking into the soil for yards around. As it was, there had been no more blood loss than a single handkerchief might wipe away. This one had died almost as quickly as the man Longarm had shot. It was impressively nice knife work, and Longarm had truly meant the compliment he’d given.}

_{Longarm checked this body too, but found nothing exceptional in any of the pockets. The only weapon had been the shotgun—and come to think of it, he realized now, neither ambusher had carried extra buckshot shells with them; their total ammunition supply seemed to be the two charges each carried loaded into their guns. That made no sense to him whatsoever, not if either man knew what he was doing there tonight. Moreover, the clothing and personal possessions were consistent with what any town dweller might have when out for an evening stroll. Damned odd, Longarm thought.}

_{“There’s something on the ground over here, Mr. Long,” Parson said. “I c’n see something shiny over beside the cabin, sir.”}

_{“Let’s have a look.” Longarm got to his feet, the cartilage in his knees popping, and followed Parson and the lamp back underneath the precariously balanced shed roof.}

_{He whistled softly under his breath when he saw what Parson had spotted in the gleam of the lamplight.}

_{“Not real friendly, huh, Mr. Long?”}

_{“Not real friendly,” Longarm agreed.}

_{In addition to their shotguns, the recently deceased had carried a few other items with them when they came to call.}

_{And the fact that they’d come without extra ammunition no longer seemed quite so silly. Hell, they hadn’t expected to use those guns for anything tonight.}

_{They’d expected fire to do all the dirty work for them.}

_{What they’d left tucked beside a low pile of split aspen were four tins of coal oil. Each of the tins held four, maybe five gallons of highly flammable liquid. More than enough to douse the door and windows of Aggie Abie’s cabin, and start a conflagration that would kill the occupants of the place from oxygen deprivation long before the walls and roof might collapse in flames.}

_{In addition to the coal oil, they had come thoughtfully equipped with a brand-new box of lucifers. The sandpaper scraper-panel glued to the side of the box was unblemished. No match had yet been struck there. Longarm grimaced and turned his head to spit. It was only coincidental that he happened to spit in the general direction of the nearer of the dead arsonists.}

_{Longarm was a practical man, though. Before he moved away he retrieved die box of matches and helped himself to a pocketful. He offered the rest to Parson, and got a chuckle in return. “No thank you, sir, I don’t smoke.”}

_{“Good for you, man. It’s a nasty habit. Expensive too. Wouldn’t stand for it myself except that it tastes so damn good.”}

_{“I might be able to sell that lamp oil to somebody, though,” Parson suggested hopefully. “If you don’t have a need for it, that is, sir.”}

_{“Help yourself.”}

_{‘Thank you, sir.”}

_{“You wouldn’t happen t’ know who our visitors were, would you?”}

_{“No, sir,” Parson said. ‘They aren’t from Snowshoe, I can tell you that. There isn’t man, woman, nor child who lives here that I haven’t at least seen b’fore, sir. They might not’ve seen me, Mr. Long, but it’s part of my business to see and to know ... things. If you see what I’m saying, sir.”}

_{Longarm did see. He nodded. This man who moved so fearlessly in the night was that fat old woman’s eyes and ears. Parson was much more than merely a bodyguard to her.}

_{“And I can tell you for sure, sir, that they aren’t from around here.”}

_{Longarm kneaded his chin and pondered that.}

_{Like nearly everything else connected with this deal, it made no sense.}

_{It was the people of Snowshoe who were supposed to have a hard-on for him, dammit. Who were supposed to be so scared about the possibility that the Utes would be released from confinement and go on a rampage. Yet when somebody tried to kill him, it wasn’t anybody from Snowshoe at all who made the attempt, but some strangers that nobody around there knew.}

_{No, he corrected himself. Strangers that weren’t from there, maybe. But that didn’t necessarily mean that nobody around there knew them.}

_{Some body did. Somebody in particular. Otherwise they wouldn’t have come to be there at the cabin with their full tins of lamp oil and their fresh box of matches. And, oh, yes, with their murderous intent for those otherwise-innocent items. So some-damn-body around there knew them.}

_{The question was: Who? And why?}

_{Longarm helped himself to a cheroot, the fire to light it provided courtesy of the late arsonists. His own smoke didn’t taste as fine to him as Ames Delacoutt’s cigar had— helluva stroke of good fortune that he’d wanted to finish}

_{that smoke instead of going straight inside and to bed; otherwise those handsomely dressed young men might have succeeded in their mission—but the nice part was that he was still alive to enjoy it.}

_{“You said something about it being a message that brought you here tonight, Parson?”}

_{“I wasn’t gonna forget, sir.”}

_{“No, I don’t believe you would have. The point is, why don’t we go inside and see if we can’t get Miss Aggie t’ find us something to wet our whistles with whilst you deliver your message. Don’t know ’bout you, but this kind o’ work gives me a thirst.”}

_{“I’d consider it a honor, sir, a real honor if a gentleman such as yourself would sit an’ have a drink with me.” “And I’d consider myself one sorry sonuvabitch if I refused to have a drink with a man who’d just saved my bacon. Lead the way, Parson, an’ the honor will be mine.”}

_{Chapter 30}

_{Parson seemed uneasy in the lamplight indoors where his facial disfigurement was so completely on display. Longarm turned the lamp low, and helped himself to a pair of drinks from Aggie’s supply in the office half of the cabin. The lady was keeping herself out of sight for some reason. Frightened half out of her wits probably, Longarm suspected. And that was just because there’d been gunfire outside her walls. She had no way to know that she had barely escaped an ugly death by fire.}

_{“To your good health, Parson,” Longarm said, toasting the big man.}

_{“Thank you, sir.”}

_{“My pleasure.”}

_{They both drank. Parson seemed pleased.}

_{“Before we get down to business,” Longarm said, “I know this isn’t customary. But we’ve been through a good bit together tonight. I was wondering, Parson, if I could ask you a personal question.”}

_{The man touched his cheek, feeling of the scarred and puckered flesh there. He shrugged and nodded. “If you really want t’ know, I suppose there’s no reason why I shouldn’t tell you. This happened t’ me when—”}

_“Whoa!”

_“Sir?”

_{“I wouldn’t ask a thing like that, Parson. None o’ my damn business, an’ likely painful for you t’ have to call back to mind.” He smiled. “Not that the other is any of my business either. But what I keep wondering on, Parson, is}

_{how you came by a name like that. I mean, I’m real sorry. I know better’n to pry into another man’s personal life. But the question just keeps fretting at me, if only because of how poorly it seems to fit you. And, uh, you can now tell me t’ shut up and tend to my own knitting. I won’t take any offense an’ will apologize for butting in where I got no call t’ be.”}

_{Parson chuckled and shook his head. “This name? That’s all you’re wanting t’ know? Aw, I don’t mind telling you ’bout that, sir.”}

_{Longarm leaned forward and topped off Parson’s glass with a shot of Aggie’s fiery applejack, then helped himself to a freshener too. The liquor—calvados had she called it?—wasn’t rye, of course. But it kinda grew on a fellow.}

_{“You see, sir,” Parson said, “an’ I hope you understand, you bein’ an officer o’ the law an’ everything, I hope you will understand that I don’t mean to give no offense to you no more’n I took any from your question. You do understand that I hope, sir?”}

_{Longarm nodded.}

_{“Anyway, sir, the thing is, I kinda got a temper, sir. Which I know may surprise you but is true. An’ every now an’ then I kinda through no fault o’ my own wind up in a lockup. And when I do, well, there’s always reformers around that don’t have anything better to do than what they think is good. I expect you know the type, sir.”}

_{Longarm nodded again and took a small swallow of the applejack.}

_{“So when I get myself in trouble, sir, there’s always some rich reformer asshole around to take a look at my face an’ say what a raw deal I’ve got an’ so it ain’t my fault what I done, whatever it was that time, but society’s fault for bein’ mean to me, an’ next thing you know these reformers are looking for some excuse to turn me loose. So what I do once they get worked up to a certain point, see, is I drop down on my knees an’ shout a few hallelujahs an’ amens and such an’ let ’em see how I been saved through their good works. And then I start in to preaching at the other prisoners all}

_{around me, you see. Which o’ course is where the name Parson comes from. ’Cause I mean I surely do preach at these ol’ boys. I give it all I got an’ then some. And what all this does, see, is it makes everybody except the reformers real mad. The prisoners get pissed off because they want some peace an’ quiet in their cells, not to be preached at day an’ night by some idiot that don’t know any more’n they do. And the guards and coppers ... ’scuse me, but I expect you’ve heard the term before now, sir .. . anyway, they get pissed too because their jail is a real unhappy place where fights an’ riots could get started an’ people get hurt. Which they wouldn’t much mind, o’ course, except it might be one o’ them that does the gettin’ hurt. So at that point, sir, I got all those reformers wanting me sprung an’ I got the other prisoners wanting me away from them an’ I got the sheriff or chief of police or whoever wanting me the hell out o’ his jail an’ ...” He grinned. “Somehow it all seems t’ work out, sir.”}

_{Longarm threw his head back and roared. “Damn me, Parson, if you aren’t a likable son of a bitch. Have another drink. Then I suppose we’ll have to get serious and you can give me the message Miss Sally sent.”}

_{Parson added a wink to his grin when he leaned forward to collect that promised refill. Longarm didn’t believe for a minute, though, that the fellow had been lying. Not a bit of it, by damn.}

_{Chapter 31}

_{The information provided by Snowshoe’s lady crime boss proved to be mundane stuff. Not that Longarm was complaining. If it hadn’t been for that, Parson would not have been approaching the cabin when he had and the arsonists might have gotten lucky. Longarm didn’t particularly want to believe that they would have. But he conceded the possibility, and was grateful to Parson for the way things had turned out.}

_{The message sent by Sally said that the old woman had been able to determine who was guarding the captive Utes— there were four names, none of which meant anything to Longarm—but not where the Indians had been taken. Yet. Three of the four guards were regular customers of Sally’s enterprises. She expected to learn more about the Indians as soon as any one of the guards came in for a little off-duty relaxation.}

_{Longarm thanked Parson for the information, and asked him to carry the thanks back to the fat woman as well.}

_{“Glad to do that for you, Mr. Long. Oops. I remember. You don’t have t’ tell me again.” He smiled and corrected himself, as Longarm had begun to pester him to do. “Not mister, just Longarm ’twixt friends, right?”}

_{“Right,” Longarm said.}

_{Parson chuckled and scratched behind his right ear. “Damned if I ever thought I’d have a deputy Ewe Ess marshal for a friend, though.”}

_{“Some of us are close t’ being human.”}

_{Parson laughed and stood, reaching for his hat.}

_{“One more drink before you go back?” Longarm offered. After all, it was Aggie’s liquor he was giving away, so why not pour with a liberal hand.}

_{“Thanks, Longarm, but I’d best get along. I got things to do. People to see.” He winked. “Even if they don’t know it at the time.”}

_{As a lawman who in theory was supposed to be about as interested in ethics and morality as in the strict letter of the law, Longarm supposed he should have been shocked or outraged or something. After all, this man in front of him was an admitted sneak and eavesdropper and window- peeper. And damned handy with a knife as well. No telling what other criminal qualities went along with those things. Longarm’s practical side, though, made him think mostly that Sally had a valuable employee in his new friend Parson. And a likable one.}

_{Longarm saw Parson to the door.}

_{“Would you like me to send someone over to take care of those bodies, Longarm?”}

_{“I suppose the police will have t’ be notified,” Longarm agreed.}

_{“Aw, you ain’t gonna catch ’em out that easy. They all know to stay clear of you. But I can get the barber... he’s our undertaker too ... I can get him to send somebody an’ pick up the stiffs. They’ll get around to finishing the paperwork after you’ve gone.”}

_{“I’d appreciate that, Parson. Thanks.”}

_{“Glad t' help, Longarm. G’night.” Parson smiled and touched his forehead and disappeared into the night.}

_{Longarm blinked. Parson really was very good. One moment he was there. The next he seemed not to be. Longarm happened to know the trick of it, so he wasn't quite as startled as he might have been. Anyone unfamiliar with the techniques of moving soft and silent in the dark would be scared spitless of anyone as good at it as Parson. Even so, Longarm gave credit where it was due, and silently saluted Parson for the fine performance, waving toward}

_{where the man pretty much had to be before Longarm turned and went back inside the cabin.}

_{He could hear a subdued laugh behind him as Parson acknowledged that he’d been caught out fair and square.}

_{Aggie looked annoyed. “You certainly took your time about seeing to my welfare,” she complained.}

_{“You weren’t hurt.”}

_{“I was frightened. And what have you done about that since you came back inside? Nothing, that’s what. Absolutely nothing.”}

_{Longarm shrugged. All the danger had been outside and nothing had really come of it, so what was she worried about now? He failed to see why she was so fussed up.}

_{Aggie looked like she was in a humor to pout and then expect him to jolly her out of it. The problem was that Longarm wasn’t in a mood to do the jollying she so obviously wanted. Instead he told her in a dry and straightforward manner about the would-be arsonists.}

_{“Those two won’t be causing trouble anymore,” he concluded, “but there’s nothing to say that a good idea gone wrong can’t be tried the second time.”}

_{“What’s that?”}

_{“What I’m saying is that just because these two didn’t manage to murder the both of us tonight, it don’t necessarily follow that there won’t be another two available t’ make another attempt. I mean, there’s plenty of coal oil in the stores here an’ plenty more matches. What I’m saying is that you and me will both be safer someplace else until this thing is over and done with. Someplace where I won’t have to worry about going to sleep an’ leaving you undefended.” He was already reaching for his bag. “What I’m saying, Aggie, is that you’d best get dressed ’cause we got t’ go find rooms.”}

_{“If we go to the hotel we won’t be able to stay together,” she pointed out. “Here we can at least pretend that you are sleeping in my front room ... and thank goodness the hotel wouldn’t accept you the other day ... but if we take rooms}

_{there now we couldn’t possibly stay together any longer.”}

_{Longarm had already thought of that. Hell, it was one of the reasons he was looking forward to having to move in the middle of the night. Pretty though she was, in bed Aggie was still more trouble than she was worth. “I know that, pretty lady, an’ I’ll be losing sleep from not bein’ near you. But I won’t do nothing t’ harm your reputation in town, an’ I won’t let you come t’ other harm neither. Better we split now.”}

_{She gave him a kiss, her peevishness of a moment ago dissipated now, and began to dress, tossing instructions over her shoulders as to what bag he was to fetch for her and from where, what drawer to empty into the bag, and what case to get down from the top of the wardrobe. Very much more and Longarm figured they’d have to hire a pack train to carry it all.}

_{“You don’t have t’ take everything you own, y’know. After all, Aggie, you’ll still be in town. Be safe enough for you t’ come back in daylight and fetch whatever doesn’t get carried with you tonight.”}

_{She held up a silk scarf, draped it experimentally at her throat, and inspected the look of it in the bureau mirror, then frowned and threw it back into the drawer in favor of another. “You don’t know much about women, do you, dear?”}

_{“No,” he admitted, “I s’pose I do not.”}

_{Chapter 32}

_{It seemed fairly incredible after all that’d happened already during the evening, but it wasn’t yet midnight when Longarm got Lawyer Able settled in at a lady friend’s house—she’d pointed out that there was no reason for her to pay a hotel’s rates when she did have friends she could stay with a for a few days—and was free to once again look for lodging in Snowshoe.}

_{“Nothing’s changed,” the same supercilious son of a bitch of a hotel clerk said when Longarm reached for the guest register. “We still don’t have any room at the inn. Marshal.” The man gave Longarm a repeat look at a smug smirk too, just like the first time.}

_{“Something’s changed,” Longarm said softly. He turned the book around and flipped it open, paging through in search of the next line open for an entry.}

_{“We have no room for you here,” the clerk said curtly.}

_{Longarm stopped what he was doing. His face had become as still as a death mask, and his eyes bored cold and bleak into the desk man’s.}

_{“I don’t... you can’t force ... I, I mean ...,” the clerk sputtered.}

_{Longarm reached slowly forward, his hand moving with calm deliberation. The clerk watched it as if mesmerized, the way a chick will with utter fascination watch the deadly approach of a snake. The clerk gulped for breath but did not think to pull away.}

_{Longarm touched the knot of the clerk's tie. Gently. Very gently. He tugged it a fraction of an inch to one side, straightening it so that the knot was symmetrically centered between the wings of the man’s collar. Just as slowly as he had reached out, Longarm withdrew his hand. And looked the clerk square in the eyes. “The thing that’s changed,” he said in a voice pitched so low that the clerk had to strain to hear it, “is that tonight you will give me a room.”}

_{The man swallowed. Hard. His breathing had become rapid and shallow, and he looked and acted like a man who had just completed a long-distance run. Or a man who had just walked the edge of an abyss and lived to think back on how good life and living can be. He licked his lips nervously and shuddered. “Yes,” he whispered. “Sir.” “Thank you,” Longarm said without lowering his stare. “Would you ... if you ... that is, uh, sign ... just sign ... please?” He hastily fumbled along the counter to round up a pen and ink bottle, and pushed them in front of Longarm. “Please. Sir.”}

_{Longarm nodded solemnly, and finally dropped his glance so he could see the register to sign it.}

_{By the time he was done with that the desk clerk had a key in front of him. “It’s the best I have available. Sir. Honestly.”}

_{“Thank you.”}

_{“My second best room in the whole house.”}

_{“Thank you.”}

_{“On the top floor, it is. Number... um .. . oh, God, I can’t remember. Sweet Jesus, don’t shoot me, mister. It’s ... it’s ...”}

_{“Calm down, man. It’s written right here on the tag. And nobody’s going to shoot you. Now calm yourself down.” “Yes. Thank you. Thank you very much, sir, thank you." The man looked actually relieved to hear that Longarm wasn’t planning to cut him down right then and there.}

_{Sometime, Longarm mused, he was gonna have to remember to get a look at himself in a mirror when}

_{that sort of mood came on him. Except the only way he could think to do that would be if he was playacting, and so it probably wouldn’t be the same. Sure made him wonder sometimes, though, what he looked like when he got really pissed off and folks started acting like this fella afterward.}

_{Longarm accepted the key and bent to pick up his things.}

_{“I... almost forgot, sir. There was a message. Although I did tell the lady I wouldn’t be seeing you. Which I didn’t know at the time ... you understand?”}

_{“What’s the message?”}

_{‘The, um, guest, the lady, in my best suite? Number thirty-one, sir, two doors away from you. She, uh, asked that you be informed of her arrival, sir. And invited to, um, call upon her. At your convenience. Sir.”}

_{Longarm frowned. He’d just left Aggie at her friend’s place, so it wasn’t her. The only other woman he could think of meeting in this town was Parson’s boss, Sally. And she sure as hell wouldn’t be setting up shop in a legitimate hotel like this one. “Does this lady have a name, mister?”}

_{The clerk looked like he was ready to faint. “Why, it is Miss Skelde, sir. She said you would be expecting her?”}

_{Longarm frowned again. Skelde? Who the hell was this woman named Skelde? It took him several moments before he made the connection. Leah. That white-hot filly whose company he’d enjoyed down in Glory. Skelde was her last name. Sure it was. He’d forgotten all about her. And about the fact that she’d mentioned something about maybe coming to Snowshoe eventually. Apparently “eventually” happened sooner rather than later around there.}

_{“Number thirty-one, you say?”}

_{“Yes, sir. And you are to call on her at your convenience, sir. She emphasized that point. At your convenience.”}

_{“Thanks.” Longarm carried his gear up the staircase to his room. Everything he remembered about Leah said that it wasn’t at all too late for him to pay his call now. He’d just stop in his own room long enough to drop his things}

_{there and give himself a quick washup—he hadn’t had a bath since the last time he slipped and slid his way through Aggie’s cavernous flesh—then pay his respects to the lovely Leah.}

_{Chapter 33}

_{This was better. This was the way it was supposed to be. Longarm stretched, feeling loose and content now, and pulled Leah tight against his chest, her breasts warm and soft against his sweat-filmed skin.}

_{It was amazing, he realized. Point by point and item by item, anybody taking a close inventory would have to say that Agnes Able was far and away the more desirable of the two women.}

_{Aggie was younger, prettier, better built. Likely smarter too if it came down to it. Certainly the more decent and respectable of the two. After all, Aggie was a lawyer. Leah was a former whore trying to make her fortune by indulging the vices of men.}

_{Yet there wasn’t any question which of the two genuinely lovely women Longarm enjoyed being with. In bed Aggie was selfish and petulant and basically inept. Leah was as giving as she was knowledgeable. And that right there was the biggest difference between them. Aggie took without a thought to giving. Leah wanted to give back at least as much as she got. Longarm was damned glad to be where he was right now.}

_{“I like it when you look at me like that,” Leah whispered.}

_{He raised an eyebrow. “An’ how would that be?” he asked.}

_{“I don’t know how to explain it. Like you just were doing.” She smiled. ‘There! You’re doing it again.”}

_{Longarm grinned and kissed her. “I dunno, woman. You might be ’bout half crazy.” Her hand crept between their bodies to find his cock and gently fondle it. “A nice kind o’ crazy, that is,” Longarm amended.}

_{His breathing had barely returned to normal after the first passions of greeting were spent. Now Leah was wanting to start all over again? He sure as hell hoped so. In fact, if she hadn’t been the one to suggest it, he would’ve.}

_{She was freshly bathed this evening, and smelled of soap and scented powder and a particularly delicate perfume fragrance. Her hair smelled as clean as her flesh, and her body was silky smooth and carefully shaven. Or plucked, however it was she managed to keep herself bald down there. Whatever the method, and however odd the appearance, the overall effect seemed worth the trouble. It gave an impression of extraordinary cleanliness. Felt nice too, by damn.}

_{“Shall I whisper to the sleeping giant, dear, and see if I can arouse him?”}

_{“Feel free, ma’am,” Longarm said with a wink.}

_{Leah sat upright, bending to give him another kiss. Then she moved slowly down, dragging her nipples across his body. Once she reached his waist she stopped and lowered herself to the bed again, spooning herself to him face-to- belly while she lay on her side. He could feel her breath hot on his damp cock. If the purpose of this was simple arousal, well, she’d already managed that much and more. He was hard as marble again, as wound up and ready as a boy in his teens sniffing after his first piece.}

_{Fortunately the lady had more in mind than arriving at a hard-on.}

_{She sighed happily as she leaned forward and began to run her tongue lightly up and down his shaft.}

_{Longarm groaned and shifted slightly, rolling onto his side to make himself more comfortable. As if it might be possible to be any more comfortable than this. He smiled.}

_{Leah’s hairless pubis was there in front of him only inches from his eyes. He gave it a good looking over,}

_{and decided he still couldn’t figure out if she shaved her bush or plucked it. The skin of it was soft and smooth. Moisture glistened in the lamplight where it seeped from the pink folds of her pussy.}

_{And there were some things a woman might fake, but not this. Longarm could see Leah’s own growing arousal in the way the lips of her snatch pulsed and fluttered and grew ever more wet as she licked and nibbled and sucked on his cock.}

_{He could feel the heat of her mouth surround him and draw him inside her. He could see the responses of her body there before him.}

_{It was interesting, he thought. And a damned friendly thing to do too. He chuckled, feeling suddenly very fond of this woman, and grateful to her for reminding him of what a woman could and should be. He closed his eyes then and leaned forward himself just a little. There wasn’t very much needed. His tongue found the spot he wanted, and he felt Leah go loose and melt all the closer to him once they were locked head-to-crotch with each other in a French sixty-nine.}

_{Leah was clean and smelled of jasmine, and her flesh tasted sweet. He nuzzled the pink, tender places, found the tiny button he wanted, and began to concentrate on it. The warm body that was pressed against his stiffened as the tensions rose inside her. Then with a loud cry of release she spasmed, clamping her thighs tight together and arching her back. Longarm waited until she was done with the overwhelming sensations, then gave her a brief, loud kiss on the cunt and lay back so Leah could concentrate on things at her end. Or his, depending on how one wanted to look at it.}

_{If he thought she was good before, he hadn’t known the half of it. It was as if Leah had been turned loose of all restraints. As if she wanted to prove herself the best there ever was.}

_{She was like a great, hot, eager cat. Sucking. Touching. Taking Longarm deep into herself and holding him there.}

_{Drawing on him so hard it was as though she wanted to keep him there once she got him where she wanted.}

_{Longarm made no effort to guide her. But then he didn’t need to. Leah knew his body better in some ways than he thought he did. She knew, and she was not shy about using her knowledge. She played his cock and his balls and all the nearby nerve endings like a superb musician might play a fine instrument. She built him until the intensity of his pleasure approached the fine line that separates pleasure from pain, until Longarm himself was not sure if what he was feeling was one or the other, until he knew only that he wanted this to last forever even if it was pain he was receiving.}

_{Nothing lasts forever. Not even pleasure. Especially not pleasure. He exploded. He convulsed, his legs and belly contracting with the power of the ejaculation, and jets of hot fluid spewed out of him into Leah’s own heat.}

_{He cried out, and she was there to pet and soothe and comfort him. He hadn’t even realized that she’d left his cock, but now she was bent over him, her eyes wide and moist and caring, and she was smiling as she ran a hand over his cheek and smoothed the hair back from his forehead and dragged a fingertip along the sweeping flow of his mustache, first on one side and then the other.}

_{“Nice?” she asked.}

_{“Don’t you never do that t’ anybody old,” he said.}

_“What?”

_{‘Takes a healthy heart t’ not explode from anything that powerful.” He winked at her. “Course it’d be a helluva way to go. Worth it.”}

_{She laughed and kissed the ball of her thumb and transferred it onto his lips. “Can I get you anything?”}

_{“What’d you have in mind?” .}

_{“Whatever you want. Personally, I’m hungry. I didn’t go out for supper this evening. I was afraid I might miss you if you came. Now I’m famished. I thought I’d ring down and have a late supper brought up. You’re welcome to join me.”}

_{“Couldn’t do that without people knowing you had a visitor,” he said.}

_{Leah smiled and shrugged. “Dear Longarm, my reputation could hardly be tarnished any further. And I earned every bit of it too. So don’t worry about that. Now what would you like? A steak dinner with all the trimmings?”}

_{“What will you be having?”}

_{“Green salad, a little fruit, perhaps a pastry.”}

_{He made a face.}

_{“Steak for you, dear, lettuce for me.” She left the bed, her movements lithe and sure, and tugged the bellpull, then reached for her dressing gown. Longarm got up too. This best room in the hotel was nice and it was good-sized, but it wasn’t any suite. Anybody at the door would get a good look at the bed too. He had time to dress before a sleepy-looking bellboy showed up.}

_{Leah gave their meal order, and asked for a carafe of coffee and a magnum of champagne to be brought up while the food was being prepared.}

_{“Carafe, mum?” the bellboy asked. “I thought that was a animal with a long neck.”}

_{“A carafe is a covered pot, son, something to keep the coffee warm in.”}

_{“Oh, that kinda carafe. Yes, mum, I’ll get you one right up.”}

_{“Thanks.”}

_{Past Leah’s shoulder the boy gave Longarm a look of blatant envy before he wheeled and trotted off about his duties. Longarm waited until he was gone, then winked at Leah. “What you wanta bet he has wet dreams about you for the next six months?”}

_{“Only six months?” she exclaimed. “That’s insulting. Wait until he comes back. I’ll let my gown fall open. About, oh, this much?”}

_{“Hussy,” he said with a laugh.}

_{“Indeed I am, you lucky man.”}

_{“Indeed I am that,” he agreed.}

_{Leah went to the dressing table and began brushing her hair. Longarm pulled out a cheroot and lighted it. “You said you didn’t go t’ supper for waiting for me? How’d you know I’d show up?”}

_{“Why, you had to, of course,” she said over her shoulder. “After all, dear, you are the only reason I came to Snowshoe.”}

_{“Mighty flattering, Leah, but you already told me before that you were cornin’ here anyhow. Caught ya.”}

_{“Laugh if you want, but it happens to be true, dear. I told you earlier that I would be coming to Snowshoe to look for a possible business site. Well, I won’t be wanting one of those now. Not here. So why else would I come except to see you.” She continued brushing her hair.}

_{“You really don’t have business here now?”}

_{“Of course not. I may be a silly, simpering female the way you men look at it, but I am no fool when it comes to investment. And the smart money in this county says Snowshoe and these other high-country camps are going to fizzle out just as quickly as they boomed. Unless I want a short-term profit, which would be no profit at all, I’ve been advised to stay along the right of way of the Silver Creek, Tipson, and Glory.”}

_{“Really?”}

_{“But of course, dear. That railroad line will be completed, you see. The other one up here is only a pipe dream. The backers haven’t enough capital to build through. And without a railroad these camps will fail.” She quit brushing and turned to face him, all the lightness gone from her expression now, replaced by a hard- edged, shrewd intelligence. Perhaps, he reflected, poor Aggie couldn’t compete with this woman even in that arena. “Have you heard anything different from that, Longarm?”}

_{He shrugged. “Actually what 1 heard from a local mover and shaker just tonight is that without a railroad these camps will die, all right."}

_{“Exactly,” Leah said.}

_{“Oh th’ other hand,” Longarm said, “this fella wasn’t at all convinced that they won’t get their railroad built. The only reason there’s doubt is because money they were counting on t’ finance laying track was stolen. But he says they can recoup those losses if they hang tough. Tell you the truth, Leah, I believed him. He sounded like he knew what he was talking about.”}

_{“How odd,” she said, “when my sources in Glory told me just the opposite.”}

_{“Aw, rivalry between small towns like these is pretty common. Why, I’ve seen things get s’ bad they started shooting at each other. And county seats? Lordy, you wouldn’t believe what some folks will do t’ get a county seat. Or hold onta one. Town over in Kansas, the people from one town snuck in one night an’ raided the courthouse. Carried off records, files, maps, benches, plat books, everything but the building itself. Come t’ think of it, they took some parts o’ that too. Folks woke up the next morning an’ discovered their county seat was twenty miles away. Never got it back neither, not so far as I heard. The ones that stole it forced an election an’ managed to keep it once they had it.” “That’s crazy,” Leah said.}

_{“Sure it is. Which is what I’m telling you. Folks can be crazy sometimes. So don’t get caught in the middle of some rivalry between two little towns when each of ’em wants you to think theirs is the only one worth looking at. Could be the both of ’em will do just fine.”}

_{“That certainly wasn’t the impression I got from the people in Glory. They were quite positive Snowshoe won’t get its railroad and that I should avoid investing here.” Longarm shrugged. “Makes no never mind t’ me either way,” he told her quite honestly. “My business only has t’ do with right and wrong, thank goodness. I don’t have to care a damn thing about profit or loss.”}

_{“Lucky you.”}

_{“I do agree, ma’am.”}

_{They heard a tapping at the door. Leah was still busy brushing her hair. “Do you want to get it, Longarm?”}

_{“I will if you want me to,” he said. “But it’ll break the kid’s heart if I do.”}

_{Leah laughed. “We wouldn’t want to be responsible for that, would we?” She set her brush aside, glanced down to make sure that the front of her gown was drawn modestly closed—her previous tough talk on the subject aside—and went to open the door so the bellboy could bring their coffee and champagne in.}

_{The look in the kid’s eyes when he saw Leah with her hair just brushed and flowing loose and gleaming made Longarm glad that he hadn’t gone to the door. Leah was the kind of woman dreams were built on. And no doubt this youngster had just received a lifetime supply of ’em. No harm in that, Longarm figured.}

_{“Your supper will be up real soon, ma’am,” the boy managed in a cracking voice. He looked like he was fixing to swoon dead away. “I won’t let nothing get cold, I promise.”}

_{“I shall trust you to take care of everything,” she said in her sultry, throaty voice. “Everything, yes?”}

_{The boy’s face turned red. He spun around and practically bolted out of the room. Longarm and Leah waited until he was gone and well out of hearing before they broke into laughter.}

_{Chapter 34}

_{Leah really didn’t mind if the whole world knew about her interest in the tall deputy. Come morning she insisted that they go down to breakfast together and the hell with anything that might be said about it. It was an invitation that Longarm would have declined if he could, but not the sort a gentleman could reasonably refuse. They parted only long enough for him to go to his own room for a quick shave, agreeing to meet in the hotel dining room in twenty minutes.}

_{When Longarm walked into the dining room, Leah was already there. She was not alone. He would have backed away except that she saw him in the doorway and motioned him forward.}

_{“Deputy Marshal Custis Long, this is Mr. Ellis Farmer. Mr. Farmer is—”}

_{“Oh, Mr. Farmer and I have already met,” Longarm said with a tight smile that was pure politeness extended for Leah’s sake. Longarm hadn’t liked the editor of the Snowshoe Independent when they’d first met, and he hadn’t found any cause to change that opinion since.}

_{“How nice,” Leah said.}

_{Farmer’s expression showed that he was somewhat less pleased with it than the lady was. Apparently he thought about as much of Longarm as Longarm did of him.}

_{“Sit down, dear, before your coffee gets cold.”}

_{Longarm grunted and took a seat directly across the table from Farmer where he could stare some daggers at}

_{the big-mouthed, lying, rabble-rousing sonuvabitch. Farmer didn’t care for that, and quickly began to examine the weave in the tablecloth under his nose rather than meet Longarm’s eyes.}

_{“I can see that I’m interrupting your breakfast,” the newspaperman said.}

_{“Nonsense,” Leah chirped, oblivious to the hackles that were rising on both sides of her. “I have no need to keep secrets from Longarm, Mr. Farmer. Please go ahead with your explanation.”}

_{“I... really, Miss Skelde, I would prefer to do this some other time.”}

_{Leah shrugged. “If you wish.” Her offhanded manner said Farmer’s business wasn’t all that important to her.}

_{“I do, thank you.” Farmer stood, bowing over Leah’s hand and doing his best to ignore Longarm. “Later this morning if that would be convenient?”}

_{“Whatever,” Leah said with another shrug of dismissal. Before Farmer had gotten two steps away she was telling Longarm, “I understand they have fresh roe today, dear. How would scrambled eggs and fried roe sound?” Longarm’s response was that it sounded quite frankly like shit. Except out loud he didn’t say it exactly that way. “Doesn’t quite do it for me today. But don’t you fret. I’ll think of something that sounds good.” He picked up a neatly lettered menu card and began looking it over. “What’s the deal with Farmer if you don’t mind me asking? I thought you’d decided you wouldn’t be doing business here.”}

_{“I won’t,” she said. “Mr. Farmer heard I plan to open several, um, business establishments in Glory and Silver Creek. He has an advertising scheme worked out and wants me to contract with him for it. Discreet newspaper ads, contract printing for handbills, things like that. I don’t know the details yet, of course. We hadn’t gone that far. He seems to think he can offer me bargain rates in exchange for a long-term contract commitment. Naturally I need to see some details before I can even consider his proposals.”}

_{She looked up from her menu card and frowned slightly. “Odd how he left like that, isn’t it? And he had seemed so anxious to talk to me. Oh, well.”}

_{“Why would you think about advertising here or passing circulars out in Snowshoe anyway?”}

_{“Why, I wouldn’t. Naturally not. There would be no point in it,” Leah said.}

_{“I’m confused.”}

_{“Mr. Farmer is going to be operating the newspapers in all the towns served by the Silver Creek, Tipson, and Glory Rail Road. Some sort of monopoly arrangement he worked out with Edgar Monroe.”}

_{“Pardon? I mean, who is Edgar Monroe and what does he have t’ do with anything?”}

_{“I’m sure you remember Mr. Monroe, Longarm. You got into a fistfight with him in defense of my honor.” She winked. “That was back when you still thought I might have some honor, if you recall.”}

_{Monroe, then, would be the railroad boss who had ridden from Silver Creek to Glory with them a few days earlier. Yeah, Longarm remembered the man, all right. “You say the newspaperman from here worked out an arrangement with Monroe about running papers down in those other towns too?”}

_{“Not in addition to the Snowshoe newspaper, I shouldn’t think,” Leah corrected. “After all, both those gentlemen assured me that Snowshoe is on the decline. They expect it to disappear altogether within the year.”}

_{“They do?”}

_{“Oh, yes. Didn’t I tell you all of this before?”}

_{“Yeah, I guess you did. Farmer, though ...”}

_{“Is something wrong, Longarm? You look so serious.” He shook his head and tried to force a smile. He suspected it turned out to be a pretty weak one, but he gave it his best shot. “Just thinking. That’s all.”}

_{Leah shrugged again, obviously not much giving a damn who did business or where it was done just so long as she could manage her own affairs in peace.}

_{A waiter came and they ordered breakfast—Longarm was able to resist Leah’s suggestion about the fish eggs— and idly chatted about the changes taking place in Denver while they waited for the meal. It turned out that they had several acquaintances in common both there and in Kansas. Leah was a woman of wide travels and great conviviality. She was very careful, though. No one she mentioned by name could possibly have been hurt by the acquaintance. Longarm suspected there were many others who enjoyed the lady’s friendship but whose names would remain in confidence with her.}

_{The talk diminished while they ate, then resumed once the plates had been exchanged for final cups of fresh coffee. Longarm leaned back and lighted a cheroot. This wasn’t a bad way to start one’s day, he figured.}

_{“Miss Leah?”}

_{Longarm turned his head to see a wildly grinning Parson George rush into the dining room.}

_{“Miss Leah, is it really you?”}

_{Leah jumped up and gave Parson a hug as the big, ugly night stalker reached her. She looked to be just as happy as Parson was about this meeting, and from what Longarm could gather from their conversation, they were friends of very long standing.}

_{“Haven’t seen you since ... but did you hear about... someone told me that she . .. five years, but he’ll be out in two ... no, but I was told that she ...”}

_{Longarm smiled and crossed his legs. He leaned back and drank some coffee. Parson and Leah would get around to remembering him eventually.}

_{The explanations came when they did. Parson and Leah went as far back as Leah’s first shyly hesitant, frightened forays into “the life,” as they called it. It was the woman called Sally who’d “turned out” Leah. Parson had been working for Sally even then. He had befriended the beautiful but scared young girl, and was her protector as well as her friend for as long as Leah remained with Sally. Now Leah was especially}

_{pleased to discover that Parson and Longarm were already friends too.}

_{“But, darling, I can’t wait to see her again. You will take me, won’t you, dear? At once?”}

_{“Quick as I do what she sent me here for,” Parson agreed.}

_{“Then hurry up with it, whatever it is. I can’t wait to see Sal again, darling. You will excuse us, won’t you, Longarm?”}

_{“Of course I will, Leah. I got work t’ do.”}

_{“More of it than you might think today, Longarm,” Parson put in. ‘That’s what Miz Sally sent me here about. T’ find you, Longarm.”}

_“Oh?”

_{He grinned. “One of the boys guarding your Indians couldn’t stand it no more. He got homy and snuck into town last night. Miz Sally says I should tell you that the Indians are being held at the old Crane mine. Wherever that is. She had some miner fella draw up a map for you.” Parson produced a crudely sketched map and gave it to Longarm. “Is there anything else you need from me, Longarm?”}

_{“Just to see you and Leah enjoy this chance meeting. And thanks, Parson. Please tell the lady that I appreciate all she’s done to help.”}

_{“I’ll do that, Longarm.” He said it over his shoulder. He and Leah were already on their way out.}

_{Longarm stubbed his cheroot out in an empty butter dish and reached for his hat. Now that he knew where the Utes were he could get this business finished.}

_{“Sir?” a voice called from behind him before he had gotten three steps in the direction of the door.}

_{‘The bill for the breakfasts, sir?”}

_{Longarm chuckled. A little while ago Leah had made a big point of saying how well she was doing and that he was to eat hearty because this was gonna be her treat. Steak, caviar, roe, champagne cocktails with breakfast, anything he wanted. It seemed the distraction of seeing Parson and}

_{finding out that Sally was in town had taken that right out of mind. Not that he was complaining.}

_{“Put it on my hotel bill,” Longarm told the waiter. Hell, let the government pay for it. The cost was worth it if it helped him find those Utes. Making that claim was only stretching things a little way. “And add something for yourself too.”}

_{“Thank you, sir.”}

_{Longarm’s stride lengthened once he reached the door. He was debating with himself over whether he should tell Lawyer Able about this or wait so he could go to the mine alone and not have to argue about that. He didn’t want to drag Aggie into a gun fight. Better, he decided, to wait. He turned toward the livery stable instead of heading for the house where Aggie was staying.}

_{As armed camps go, this one was kinda pathetic.}

_{Longarm sat on the hillside behind a scrub oak and smoked a cheroot while he looked the situation over.}

_{There were supposed to be four guards at the mine. He could see two. One of those had taken a chair and folding table over to the gate and was playing a card game with an Indian. The other guard looked more asleep than not, although he did have a carbine laid across his lap. That obviously qualified him as a guard.}

_{The way the Utes were acting inside the makeshift palisade around the mine opening, they might’ve been willing to take guard shifts themselves. The flimsy structure could have been pushed down by any self-respecting six-year-old, and while Longarm watched, two young women came out through the gate—unchallenged, and in fact barely noticed by the guards—and helped themselves to fresh water from the stream below the Crane mine.}

_{This was ... Longarm scratched his ear and frowned ... he wasn’t sure what this was. But what it wasn’t was anything close to what he might’ve expected to see here.}

_{After everything he’d been told in town about the people hating and fearing the Ute tribe, well, this scene just wasn’t natural.}

_{Aggie had actually been worried about mobs of townspeople slaughtering the Indians if the writ were served? Boring them to death seemed more likely from what Longarm could see here.}

_{There was only one way to get any explanations. Longarm}

_{stood and walked down in plain sight of the people below.}

_{It was the Indian cardplayer who noticed his approach and pointed it out to the guard, who seemed to be his enemy only when it came to gin rummy.}

_{“Aw, hell. Are you the deputy marshal from Denver?” the guard asked.}

_{“Uh, huh.”}

_{“Bud, Reece, Anthony? Dammit, Bud, wake up there. And you boys come outta the shack now. The deputy is here.”}

_{“Who are you?” Longarm asked.}

_{The man grinned and extended his hand. “Brad Crannock, Deputy. I’m Chief Bevvy’s second in command. Nice to meet you.”}

_{“Brad, I swear I’m getting more confused all the time. I was expecting to be met with bullets here and have to fight my way in to free the Utes. Now you’re acting like we all been playing some kinda damn game.”}

_{“Not a game, Deputy. But not so serious as we’d been told neither. I mean, hell, once we got acquainted with Wind’s people it turned out that, shit, they wasn’t wanting to scalp nobody.”}

_{“Wind?” Longarm asked.}

_{“Sure. The headman of the Utes here, Man Who Breaks Wind.”}

_{Longarm chuckled. Breaks Wind. That must be Aggie’s Bray Swind, misunderstood when one of the Utes had been trying to speak English. Longarm kinda liked the real name better than Aggie’s term anyhow. “Go ahead,” he said. “Sorry I interrupted you.”}

_{“Okay,” Crannock said, picking up where he’d left off. “By the time we got comfortable enough around the Utes to figure that out, all this court stuff was already going on. And then we learned that you federal boys didn’t want it stopped and—”}

_{“Whoa!” Longarm barked. “Now you stop right there.” He glanced around. The other guards had come over to join them now, and they were surrounded by placid, well-fed}

_{Ute Indians as well. “What was it you just said, mister?” “About what?”}

_{“About the federal government wanting this shit t’ continue, that’s what.”}

_{“Well, of course I said that. I mean, it’s true. Right?” “Wrong.”}

_{Crannock frowned. “But we were told real plain, Deputy, that the U.S. government wanted this to play all the way. So there’d be a, uh, precedent, they call it. That’s when all the courts have to rule some particular way because some other court has already—”}

_{“I know what a precedent is,” Longarm injected.}

_{“Okay. Well, that’s what we’re working out here is, a precedent. Hell, it was your idea, not ours. Once we saw how things really were, well, we didn’t want to keep Wind and his folks no more. But we was told you didn’t want ’em turned loose for a while yet. Not till there was time for that Nebraska writ to be tested on appeal. And that you were only gonna go through the motions of serving the thing until then, so we should pretend to not cooperate with you. We all agreed to go along with it. Wind an’ his people been camping out here, more or less, and we been setting around looking like guards in case somebody official came by and—” ‘The Indians’ own lawyer let you get away with something like that?” Longarm blurted out. He found it a little hard to accept that Aggie could have been playacting her part of the deception all this time.}

_{“Oh, we couldn’t let Miz Able find out. She’s a prissy kinda bitch and not always very understanding about things. She wouldn’t have gone along with it at all. Anyway, I got to say that it couldn’t of come at a better time far as we’re concerned. We got all we can pray over trying to solve the train robbery, you know, and—”}

_{“Forget the train robbery,” Longarm said. “Who the hell told you a stupid think like that about the court precedents and appeals and shit?”}

_{Brad Crannock gave Longarm a puzzled look. Then he commenced to talking.}

_{“Are you sure?”}

_{“Dammit, Boo, you oughta know better than to ask that question of a lawman. Ain’t no peace officer ever been sure of anything. Nor allowed t’ be,” Longarm said. “It’s only courts that have the privilege of being sure. But I’m sure enough that I’m willing to make the arrests and let a court sort out the right from the wrong of it.”}

_{“I’m not so sure about the jurisdiction, Long. After all—”}

_{“That part I am sure of. Don’t you worry ’bout that. I can claim all kinds of jurisdiction here. Might have to lay some strange charges down, but there’s reason enough. It will stick.”}

_{“If you say so.” The Snowshoe chief of police didn’t sound particularly happy, though, in spite of the mission Longarm had enlisted him and his people to take a hand in.}

_{But then very few people enjoy being subjected to daylong hikes in the mountains.}

_{Longarm stepped the pace up and moved along at a steady clip, leaving a string of disgruntled Snowshoe men behind, all of them deputized twice over, first on behalf of the town and now under federal authority.}

_{Of course Longarm was sure, though.}

_{He’d been confused as hell to begin with. But no longer. Not since he’d had a chance to talk with old Man Who Breaks Wind.}

_{The Ute headman hadn’t had but a few words of English— the usual assortment of whoa, haw, gee, hello fuck you—but}

_{there was a young warrior-to-be who used to attend Sunday school with the Meeker family who had a fair grasp of the language. He was a bright kid, smiling and agreeable. He was quick to point out that he hadn’t killed anyone during the recent unpleasantness at the agency. After all, killing was wrong. He’d learned that in Sunday school. On the other hand, one of the things he was most proud of was that he personally had raped more white women than any other Ute he knew of. It was a distinction that he believed conveyed a certain amount of honor and dignity. Longarm had had to remind himself that that was water over the dam. Military and civil authority alike had exacted all the punishments that would ever be required.}

_{Fortunately, Longarm’s interests lay in what the old headman could tell him and not in the things the youngster wanted to brag about.}

_{The Utes were more than willing to leave the vicinity of Snowshoe now, and thus alleviate any of the fears that had been stirred up by Ellis Farmer in his newspaper or by anyone else by way of whisperings and innuendo.}

_{After all, the band had been on their way out of the mountains when they’d seen those peculiar white men and first gotten into trouble.}

_{Longarm’s interest had definitely quickened when Man Who Breaks Wind brought up the band’s confrontation with a group of whites.}

_{Because by then Longarm believed he knew what was coming. But he waited for Man Who Breaks Wind to confirm what Longarm already suspected.}

_{A few matter-of-fact sentences offered by Man Who Breaks Wind. A few routine questions by Longarm. Then the tall deputy had stood and reached for cheroots to share among the Utes.}

_{“You are free to go in peace, Grandfather,” he told Man Who Breaks Wind. “May your spring hunt be a good one. May all your wives be fertile. You have been much help to the Great Father in Washington.”}

_{“Big help?”}

_{“Big help.”}

_{Man Who Breaks Wind grinned and said something to the people who had gathered close behind to listen in on the conversation between their own leader and the trusted white man they knew as Long Arm.}

_{Longarm had gone through the motions of formally presenting Brad Crannock with the writ of habeas corpus that granted the Utes their freedom.}

_{Then he’d said, “Now, Brad, you’d best take me to Chief Bevvy about as quick as you can. If you think he’d like to clear that train robbery off his books and maybe make some recovery of the stolen gold, that is.”}

_{“If I think he’d ... shit, I reckon. Grab your guns and let’s go, boys,” Crannock had said.}

_{Now, half a day later, Crannock’s men, Boo Bevvy and his posse, and Longarm were all footsore and sweating, but were still marching along at a steady rate.}

_{With any kind of luck, Longarm figured, they should have everything over and done with before the witching hour tonight.}

_{With or without bloodshed. Longarm frankly didn’t much give a damn which.}

_{“I’m going to report you to your superiors. I want you to know that,” the conductor hissed.}

_{Longarm plucked a pencil stub out of the conductor’s pocket, borrowed a scrap of paper from Boo Bevvy, and wrote down Billy Vail’s name and office address. He handed it to the train conductor. “If you want to go any higher than that try the Attorney General. I don’t know the address offhand, but I reckon you can look it up. Someplace in the District o’ Columbia” .}

_{“Don’t think I won’t report you,” the conductor threatened again. “You’ve commandeered this train under protest, sir. Under protest.”}

_{“Mister, before your letter ever has time t’ get there, I’ll already have reported the whole thing myself. Count on it.” Longarm winked at Police Chief Bevvy and looked back through the narrow passenger coach. All the men seemed awake. But then they would be. They all knew they were riding toward a good likelihood of gunsmoke and hot lead. A man tends to pay attention when that’s what he expects to see in front of him soon.}

_{“How far?” Longarm asked the conductor.}

_{“I won’t tell you.”}

_{“All right.” Longarm leaned out of the window and tried to look ahead down the tracks, but the night was dark and all he could see up front was a yellow glow coming from the engineer’s cab and a pale white glow farther ahead from the weak carbide lamp mounted on the front of the small engine.}

_{“You want me to arrest him, Longarm?” Bevvy suggested. “What charge?”}

_{“Obstructing justice.”}

_{“It wouldn’t hold up in court.”}

_{“No, but it might be three, four weeks before the judge has time to hear the case. He’d have to sit in jail until then.” “You do what you think best, Boo.”}

_{“Four miles,” the conductor said quickly. “Uh, more or less.”}

_{“Thank you.”}

_{The conductor turned and beat a retreat in the direction of the tiny caboose. Bevvy winked at Longarm and got a grin back.}

_{“We’ll be in Tipson in ten minutes or less,” Bevvy called to the men in the coach. “Everybody get ready.”}

_{There was a rattle of steel clashing on steel when Winchester levers were cranked as the posse members checked the function of their guns. Others snapped shotgun breeches open to inspect their chambers and make sure the guns were charged with man-sized buckshot and not puny bird shot. If there was any shooting tonight it would be to kill, not to scare.}

_{“Five minutes,” Bevvy called out.}

_{“Remember, dammit, don’t any of you start anything,” Longarm reminded them. “I’m taking responsibility for this, so don’t none of you jump the gun on me. We’ll do this nice and easy if we can, or the hard way only if we have to.”}

_{A few of the possemen looked like they would have preferred to go it the hard way regardless, but those men were in the minority.}

_{Bevvy leaned out and peered ahead. “I can see the town lights. Less than a mile to go. Everybody get ready now.” Somewhere ahead the engineer—under close guard and thorough instruction—closed his throttle and passed a signal for the brakemen to tighten their wheels. The entire inventory of rolling stock belonging to the Silver Creek, Tipson, and Glory Narrow Gauge Rail Road began to slow for its arrival in Tipson.}

_{All they had to do to find the smelter was to follow their noses. Literally. The place stank of sulfuric acid and wood smoke. Wood, not coal. The difference was important, Longarm knew. Trying to operate a smelter without coal—which couldn’t be hauled in until or unless the railroad was put through; wood was a resource that was quickly exhausted in the vicinity of any mining town—was a makeshift proposition. A desperation gamble that the people there believed would pay off, now that they had their own ore concentrates to process, plus whatever they could steal from Snowshoe and the other high-mountain towns.}

_{“Quiet now. Let’s do this easy if we can,” Longarm cautioned.}

_{He guided the posse—at this point it was his posse, not Police Chief Bevvy’s, and had to remain so for purposes of jurisdiction since Bevvy had no authority there and would not have until Longarm’s suspicions were confirmed—into position surrounding the Tipson smelter.}

_{Despite the late hour the smelter was operating at full speed. Smoke poured from its chimneys. The inside of the big, bamlike structure was alive with light and noise and noxious fumes. Longarm’s nose wrinkled as he approached the door. “I’ll go in first, Boo. You cover me and give the signal for the rest of them to rush in if anything happens.”}

_{Bevvy nodded.}

_{Longarm stood outside for one moment longer. He held his badge displayed in the palm of his left hand where}

_{anyone could see. His right hand held his Colt revolver. “Ready.”}

_{“Go,” Bevvy said.}

_{Longarm kicked the door open and stepped through.}

_{“Freeze! United States marshals here. No one gets hurt unless you start it.”}

_{The two guards who were supposed to prevent unauthorized entry were caught flat-footed. So were the workmen who were within sight or hearing of the door.}

_{“Stand easy. We’ll work out in a minute who’s under arrest here and who isn’t.” Longarm sidled out of the doorway and motioned with his left hand. Boo Bevvy and half a dozen Snowshoe possemen poured in with shotguns held at the ready. It probably helped that each of them was already wearing a badge issued by the town of Snowshoe. It wouldn’t matter that that wasn’t who Longarm had said they all were. The startled smelter workers wouldn’t be thinking of such details. Not yet. All they would be seeing would be gun muzzles and steely eyes, never mind the rest of it.}

_{“That’s fine, boys. All of you with guns, pile them on that table there. That’s right, thank you. Yes, you too, dammit. Thank you.”}

_{The smelter men managed to divest themselves of their weapons in practically no time at all. Perfect. Longarm would be pleased if he could bring this whole thing off with not a shot being fired.}

_{By the time all the employees had been rounded up and all the firearms collected, the smelter files had been located and the cabinets jimmied open.}

_{“Well?” Longarm asked.}

_{“It’s probably here,” one of the possemen said. He had been selected for this chore because his everyday job was as comptroller of Ames Delacoutt’s mine in Snowshoe. He was a man who knew his way around ledger entries the way Longarm knew his way around good horses or bad men. “But it’s going to take some long, serious study to nail it all down. Marshal. I have to cross-reference all the inventory and production records and sort out all the}

_{receipted concentrates. I can do it, of course. They couldn’t possibly hide all those tons of concentrates they took from us. The work will be reflected somewhere in these records, I promise you.”}

_{Longarm looked at the silent, fuming men of Tipson who were standing now under guard in their own smelter.}

_{It was almighty interesting, he thought, how not a single one of them had bothered to ask what this raid was about. But then they all knew, didn’t they?}

_{And they all accepted as fact that Longarm and the Snowshoe men knew as well.}

_{The way Longarm read it, this failure to protest and question was as damning as any evidence the comptroller from Snowshoe might expose in those records. Although, of course, that form of confirmation would be necessary too once the mess came before a judge and jury.}

_{“Where are the bosses?” Longarm asked.}

_{“Which ones?”}

_{“Let’s start with Edgar Monroe.”}

_{“He’s ... not here.”}

_{“I guessed that much. So where is he?”}

_{“Search me.”}

_{“Boo, you heard the man. Have some of your boys take him outside and search him.”}

_{“Hey!” the fellow yelped.}

_{“Just remember where we can find Mr. Monroe, did you?”}

_{“I think, uh, I think maybe I did.”}

_{Longarm smiled and stepped forward.}

_{Once again Longarm had Boo Bevvy and a posse of men from Snowshoe at his back. The difference was that this time there were fewer of them. Most of the posse members had been left at the smelter keeping the workmen under guard while the comptroller examined dry, dusty business ledgers line by line. Now only the Snowshoe police chief and four of his best officers were backing the federal man.}

_“Ready?”

_“Go.”

_{Longarm’s boot smashed into the door. The lock shattered, and the door was flung back on its hinges.}

_{Longarm was inside, gun in one hand and badge in the other, before the door had time to rebound.}

_{“Nobody move. Federal marshals.”}

_{As a collection of conspirators these fellows were a disappointment. They looked like any other bunch of smalltime businessmen.}

_{Except maybe a little more nervous than most.}

_{There were five of them at the table. The only one Longarm recognized was Ellis Farmer. Farmer blanched even paler than usual when he saw who had burst in. The other men at the table seemed mostly interested in gaping at the gun muzzles. Farmer kept staring with a certain degree of horror at Chief Bevvy and the other individuals who had been his neighbors in Snowshoe. And whom he had betrayed on behalf of these other men.}

_{“This is an outrage. This is—”}

_{“Shut the fuck up, Andrew.” Longarm might not know all the men at the table, but Chief Bevvy knew this one at least.}

_{“You have no right to barge in here like this,” another squawked.}

_{“Bullshit,” Longarm said. “Lawman has every right to make an arrest.”}

_{“We haven’t done anything.”}

_{“No? Then you won’t care that we’ve impounded the records from that smelter you set up.”}

_{“Jesus!” someone blurted out.}

_{“Keep trying, mister. Maybe He’ll help you.”}

_{“We haven’t done anything. Really, Boo. We haven’t.” “Cut the crap, Jasper. Deputy Long figured it out. Me and my boys have been going crazy looking for your tracks from where you got away with our gold. Hell, the tracks were in plain sight all the time. Railroad tracks.”}

_{“The stupid thing,” Longarm put in, “was that those Indians didn’t give a damn what a bunch of white men wanted to do. If you’d just left them alone they would have gone on down to the low country and set about their spring hunt. It made no particular impression on them at all when they saw you stealing that gold. They figured you were just so many crazy white men, and hardly any Indian will bother himself trying to figure white men out. If you’d just left them alone another few weeks they would have headed on down for the spring hunt. They sure as hell didn’t care enough about what they’d seen the day of the train robbery to tell anyone about it. But no, you got nervous and tried to keep them quiet by hiding them away in legal custody. And you would have started riots or generated any kind of slaughter to accomplish that, spreading those lies about Ute war parties and everything. You dumb bastards. You could’ve actually started another Indian war with those lies.”}

_{“You’re responsible for that, Farmer,” Bevvy said. “Your neighbors will hold you accountable too. Don’t you think otherwise.”}

_{Farmer had begun to sweat.}

_{Longarm shook his head, disgusted with the whole crowd of them. What the Utes had seen, the reason these men had panicked and orchestrated the series of lies, was the robbers carrying their impossibly bulky loot away from the Bitterroot and Brightwater train. Not by wagon or mule train, but by simple gravity. The train was held up and taken to the point where it most closely approached the right of way of the Silver Creek, Tipson, and Glory hundreds of feet lower in the canyon bottoms. Then the robbers simply slid the boxed concentrates down to be loaded onto the SCT&G cars below. It was that bare slide that Longarm and Leah Skelde had seen when they were waiting for the train to pick them up the other day. From below the marks left behind by the boxes were obvious. But from up above, at the level of the Bitterroot and Brightwater roadbed, there was nothing remarkable that could be seen. The robbers opened the throttle of the stolen train once the boxes were unloaded, and the train was sent down the tracks on its own to stop wherever it ran out of steam. That was where Bevvy and his men found it, and where they assumed the gold concentrates had been unloaded. They hadn’t thought to backtrack in search of anything so ordinary as the SCT&G tracks that they saw every time they traveled the B&B right of way. Longarm had been able to put it together only because of that delay between when the coach from Silver Creek dropped passengers off at the end of the tracks and the train from Glory arrived to carry them the rest of the way. Otherwise he never would have seen those drag marks.}

_{Those tipped him to the truth, along with discovering that the man in Snowshoe who was primarily responsible for the Ute scare was the same newspaper editor who suddenly had a vested financial interest in the survival of the SCT&G. Ellis Farmer went out of his way to stir up hard feelings against the Ute tribe. And it had occurred to Longarm too that despite all the violence he’d been told to expect from the townspeople of Snowshoe, the only real trouble}

_{he’d experienced came at the hands of outsiders, not from locals at all.}

_{Longarm was sure he could find a whole passel of charges to lodge against each and every one of these conspirators. Molesting Ute Indians—who were, after all, wards of the government and therefore clearly under federal jurisdiction for their protection—would come at the top of that list.,}

_{And Bevvy would find plenty more charges to drop on them at the local level. Train robbery would only be for openers.}

_{There was, though, at least one man missing from the group at the table here. One chair sat empty with a stack of papers in front of it and a fat cigar left lying in an ashtray there to drift smoke into the stuffy air inside the room.}

_{“Where’s Monroe?” Longarm asked.}

_“Who?”

_{“Never mind. Boo, you and your people take care of these prisoners. I’ll go find Monroe.”}

_{“You think he ran out?”}

_{Longarm grinned. “What I’d bet is that he went out back to take a piss. Bad timing is the only reason we didn’t pull him in with the rest of ’em.”}

_{“I can come with you.”}

_{“No, you and your boys get the cuffs on this bunch. I’ll bring Monroe in. And enjoy it, to tell you the truth. Only met the man one time, but even then I felt like I’d disliked him for years.”}

_{“We’ll see you at the jail,” Bevvy said.}

_{Longarm took the hallway toward the back of the saloon building in which the good old boys of Tipson had been meeting, then went downstairs. It was the logical direction anyone looking for an outhouse would take.}

_{A path led from the back door to a one-holer. The saloon management had thoughtfully provided a lantern set on a post halfway between the building and the shitter so patrons wouldn’t have to stumble or feel their way along.}

_{Longarm checked the door of the outhouse. It was latched.}

_{“Keep your britches buttoned, damn it. I’m almost done.” Longarm smiled. He recognized the voice. It was the hotshot railroad boss Edgar Monroe, all right. Hotshot in his own opinion anyhow. Longarm happened to think somewhat less of him than that.}

_{“Take your time.” Longarm stepped back and waited. The wait seemed like a very long time, although it probably was no more than a few minutes. After a bit he heard a deep sigh and the creaking of boards as Monroe’s weight shifted on the seat. “Ah.”}

_{There was another wait, shorter this time, and the sound of the bolt being drawn.}

_“Next.”

_{Monroe stepped out of the outhouse. And found himself facing Longarm.}

_{“Surprise.”}

_“You!”

_{“It’s my pleasure an’ my duty, mister, to place you under arrest.”}

_“No.”

_“Wrong.”

_{“You can’t.”}

_{“Sure I can.”}

_{“I won’t let you.”}

_{“Sure you will. Now turn around like a good fella an’ put your hands behind you.”}

_{“I’m not going to be dragged off like some common criminal.”}

_{“You’ll get used to it.”}

_{“We can talk about this. I’m rich, you know.” “Congratulations. Your wrists, please?”}

_{For a moment Monroe looked like he was going to throw a haymaker. But only for a moment. Perhaps he remembered that the last time he fought this tall deputy he’d lost the contest. Whatever the reason, he held himself stiff and ready for only that moment, and then subsided.}

_{“At least let me have a cigar first. We can ... talk ... while I smoke it.” Monroe reached inside his coat.}

_{Longarm opened his mouth to speak, to tell the idiot to keep his hands out where they could be seen.}

_{Too late.}

_{Monroe’s hand flashed with sudden speed, and a nickel- plated revolver appeared in his fist with a magician’s speed.}

_{The big man looked smug now. Superior. Lording it over the mere mortal who had dared to oppose Edgar Monroe’s wishes. As if he couldn’t believe that anyone would have had the temerity to even think he might oppose anyone as rich and as important as Edgar Monroe.}

_{Hell, Longarm couldn’t much believe it either. That anybody would be dumb enough to stand there and try to take him in a face-to-face draw like that. Stupid.}

_{The big Colt bellowed before Monroe’s little rimfire had time to speak.}

_{The two men were standing at devastatingly close range. At that distance the .44 slug had an impact that must have felt like Monroe stepped in front of one of his own trains.}

_{The bullet riding the tip of a lance of yellow fire slammed into Monroe’s chest with crushing force.}

_{It knocked him backward and spun him halfway around so that he was facing the other direction now. His momentum carried him on toward the outhouse he had just left. One tottering step and then another.}

_{He pitched forward and down. Face first.}

_{“Aw, shit,” Longarm said aloud as Monroe tumbled back inside the outhouse.}

_{The heavy body crashed down onto a much too flimsy seat. Wood splintered and broke with a loud crack, and Monroe fell with his torso hanging over the deep toilet sink.}

_{Hanging there only for an instant. Then sliding forward. And down.}

_{Longarm made a face.}

_{There was a splash, and a truly vile stench flowed from the outhouse in an almost visible wave. Longarm didn’t think he’d ever smelled anything quite that bad before. And if he had, he damn sure didn’t want to remember it now.}

_{The only things he could see of Edgar Monroe’s body now were the man’s shiny, polished shoes and his stocking- clad ankles.}

_{“I sure as hell hope you was dead before you went in there,” Longarm told the corpse in a soft voice. “Because 1 sure as hell ain’t gonna treat you like no drowning victim an' try to revive you.”}

_{He turned and went in search of the local jail. He was to meet Bevvy there. Quick as they could get things wrapped up, Longarm figured they could start back to Snowshoe. He had some things to tell Aggie Able about her clients—who by now should be miles along on their annual journey down to their spring hunting grounds—and there were certain other things he would like to discuss with Leah. But those things would be private and had nothing to do with Indians or robbers or would-be assassins. And the way Longarm saw it, they would be much more interesting than anything he and Aggie might talk about.}

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