knowing for sure, he had to execute another plan. They could go to Mexico and wait for the heat to die down, but that didnât mean they couldnât stop off in Lincoln and grab some more cattle. They could drive them to Mexico and find a buyer there.
His thoughts went back to Siringo. An ex-cowhand turned detective, he turned out to be a damned good one. Charlie Siringo was literally the only man Sandusky was concerned about.
Sure wished he knew for sure if he was dead.
And suddenly he wished he hadnât kicked Delilah out so soon . . .
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Clint had taken the last watch, so he had breakfast on the fire when the others woke up.
âAh, damn it!â Tom Horn growled as he came awake.
âYou okay?â Clint asked.
âOh, yeah,â Horn said, âjust stiff.â
âYou need help gettinâ to your feet?â Siringo asked, standing.
Horn seemed to give the offer some thought, then said, âAh, why not?â
Siringo went over and gave Horn a hand. Horn grabbed it and Siringo hauled him carefully to his feet.
âAhh,â Horn groaned as he straightened. He started to walk around a bit, testing his leg. âYou musta done a good job, Charlie.â
âI hope so,â Siringo said.
âCome on over here and have some breakfast,â Clint suggested. âMight make you feel even better.â
âNot his coffee,â Siringo warned.
âWhatâs wrong with his coffee?â Horn asked. âI like it. Good trail coffee.â
âJesus,â Siringo said, shaking his head, but he accepted a cup from Clint.
After breakfast Horn decided to pitch in, so he said heâd refill the canteens. Clint broke camp and killed the fire, while Siringo saddled the horses.
They were ready to go.
Horn insisted in mounting his horse on his own, so Clint and Siringo fell back, ready to jump in if he fell. But he managed to get himself in the saddle. Clint and Siringo mounted up, and they started south.
*Â Â Â *Â Â Â *
Sandusky pulled on his jeans, then called Anderson into the shack.
âClose the door,â he said, not that it made any difference. The windows had no glass, and the walls were so thin, anybody who wanted to listen in could.
âWhatâs up, boss?â Anderson asked. âMan, you sure tore Delilah up, huh? She looks sore as hell.â
âI wanna stop over in Lincoln County and get some cows, Cal.â
âWhere we gonna sell âem?â
âMexico.â
âWeâre gonna drive âem all the way to olâ Mexico?â Anderson asked.
âIt ainât that far,â Sandusky said, âand we can use the money.â
Anderson shrugged and said, âYouâre the boss.â
âYou think these men are up to it?â Sandusky asked.
âMost of âem are,â Anderson said. âSkeeter, Nelson, Rosario . . . theyâre good men.â
âAll right, then,â Sandusky said. âStart breakinâ camp and weâll head to Lincoln.â
âWhat do I tell the men?â
âNothinâ,â Sandusky said. âTheyâll find out when the time comes.â
âRight.â
âAnderson.â
âYeah?â
âI know you got friends out there,â Sandusky said, âbut donât get too attached, huh?â
Anderson gave a wolfish grin and said, âI getcha, boss.â
TWELVE
Suddenly, the trail swung east.
âThis is odd,â Horn said.
âWhere could they be headed?â Clint asked.
âSanta Rosa?â Siringo asked. âItâs the biggest town east of here.â
âMaybe they want to rest,â Clint said.
âCould be,â Horn said.
âWe got no choice,â Siringo said. âWe gotta follow.â
Horn shrugged and said, âLetâs go.â
They rode along Santa Rosa Lake later in the day until they came to a cold campsite, with
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