Part 58 (2/2)

”You wouldn't. I'll tell you how it is all in words of one syllable.

You and me are coming into town from the east where that draw is and those shacks behind the dance hall. We'll leave our hosses in the draw, and proceed, like they say in the army, on foot. Then you and me--”

”But why me?” Rack Slimson desired to know. ”What are you always putting 'me' in for?”

”Because yo're a-going with me, Rack, that's why. Yo're a-going with me while I'm hunting for Coffin and Honey Hoke and Punch-the-breeze Thompson and Peaches Austin. Those four will likely be together, see, and I wanna use you for a breastwork sort of.”

”A breastwork!” cried the now thoroughly upset Mr. Slimson. ”A breastwork!”

”Sh.o.r.e a breastwork. I'll shove you ahead of me into the saloon and if they--there's four of 'em, y'understand--cut down on me you'll be in the way.”

”But they'll down me!”

”I'm counting on that.”

”But--”

”Aw, shut up, you ---- skunk! You come out to Moccasin Spring on purpose to get me to come to Farewell and be peaceably shot by Doc Coffin and his gang. Can't tell me you didn't. I know better.”

”I didn't! I didn't! I--”

”Aw right you didn't. In that case you got nothing to scare you. If Doc and his outfit ain't got any harsh thoughts against me they won't shoot when we run up on 'em. That'll prove yo're telling the truth, and I'll beg yore pardon. I'll do more'n beg yore pardon. I'll eat yore s.h.i.+rt an' my saddle.”

Racey's a.s.surance that he would do the right thing if his suspicions proved unfounded did not appear to cheer Rack Slimson.

”I--lookit here,” he began, desperately, ”can't we fix this here up some way? I dunno as--”

”Sh.o.r.e we can fix it up,” interposed Racey, heartily. ”Go after yore gun any time you feel like it. I been letting you keep it on purpose.”

Rack Slimson did not accept the invitation. He had not the slightest desire to go after his gun. He was not fast enough, and he knew it.

”It ain't necessary to do that,” said he.

”Suit yoreself,” Racey told him calmly. ”Hop into action any time you feel like it. Of course before we get to that draw outside Farewell where we're gonna leave our hosses I'll have to take yore gun away.

Later I might be too busy to do it--and I can't afford to take _every_ chance. Not with four or five men. You can see that yoreself.”

Rack Slimson saw. He saw other things too. Oh, there was no warmth in the sunlight, and the sky was a drabby gray, and he was filled with bitterness unutterable.

”We'll be at the draw some time soon,” suggested Racey ten minutes later.

But Rack Slimson's hands continued to remain in plain sight, the while Rack gnawed a thin and bloodless lip.

When at long last the draw opened before them Racey calmly reached over and removed the saloon-keeper's sixshooter. After satisfying himself that the weapon was fully loaded he stuffed it down inside the waistband of his trousers. Then he b.u.t.toned the two lower b.u.t.tons of his vest and pulled the garment in question over the protruding b.u.t.t.

For a s.p.a.ce of time they rode the bottom of the draw. Where a few heavy willows grew about a tiny spring Racey pulled in.

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