Part 4 (1/2)
Reese smiled. ”First you have to catch him, hombre.”
”I'll catch him,” Buck said, without changing expression.
Reese stared at the young man. Something about this tall young man was just slightly unsettling. Even for a man like Dan Reese, who had worked on both sides of the law nearly all his life. Reese had worked the hoot-owl trails many times, in several states, ducking and dodging the law that sought him.
Beside him, Rogers stood and glared at Buck, forming an instant dislike for the young man. Rogers was big and solid, including that s.p.a.ce between his ears. He was not just dumb; he was stupid. And very dangerous. He had killed more times than he could remember-with fists, guns, knife, or club.
”You stay away from Sally Reynolds,” Rogers said. ”I got my eyes on her. 'Sides, she likes me.”
Buck cut his eyes to the deputy. He doubted that even Rogers's own mother liked him very much. Sally Reynolds. He wondered what the pretty lady did in Bury? ”Sally Reynolds is one of our schoolteachers,” Reese said. ”She wouldn't want notin' to do with no d.a.m.ned bounty hunter like you, West.”
”Uh-huh,” Buck said. ”You're probably right, Sheriff. Anything else I need to know about Bury and its citizens?”
Reese got the accurate impression that he had just been dismissed by Buck. The feeling irritated him. ”Jist stay out of trouble.”
Buck turned his back to the men and walked on up the boardwalk, toward the hotel.
”I don't lak him,” Rogers said. ”I think I'll kill him.”
”I don't like him either. But you don't do nothin' 'til you're told to do it. You understand that, Rogers?”
”Yes, sir.”
”Let's find out what Stratton thinks about this West.”
”What's your impression of him?” Stratton asked.
Reese hesitated, then leveled with one of his three bosses. He didn't much care for Buck West, but he knew better than to play the game any way other than straight. ”I think he's who he says he is. And I think the rumors are right. He's one h.e.l.l of a gunfighter.”
”Keep an eye on him.”
”Yes, sir.”
Buck checked into the hotel, a very nice one for a town so far away from the beaten path, and stowed his gear. He bathed, took a shave, and dressed in a dark suit, white s.h.i.+rt and black string tie, polished boots. He checked and cleaned his .44s, and belted them around his waist, tying down the low-riding holsters.
He stepped out onto the boardwalk, carefully looked all around him, as was his habit, and then headed for the cafe, preferring that over the hotel dining room. He took a seat one table over from Miss Sally Reynolds. They were the only customers in the cafe, the lunch hour over. He felt eyes on him and looked up into her hazel eyes. He smiled at her.
”Pleasant day,” Buck said.
”Very,” Sally replied. ”Now that school is out for the summer, it's especially so.”
”I regret that I don't have more formal education,” Buck said. ”The War Between the States put a halt to that.”
”It's never too late to learn, sir.”
”You're a schoolteacher?”
”Yes, I am. And you...?”
”Drifter, ma'am.”
”I...don't think so,” the young woman said, meeting his gaze.
Buck smiled. ”Oh? And why do you say that?”
”Just a guess.”
”What grades do you teach?”
”Sixth, seventh, and eighth. Why do you wear two guns?”
”Habit.”
”Most of the men I've seen out here have difficulty mastering one gun,” Sally said. ”My first day out here I saw a man shoot his big toe off trying to quick-draw. I tried very hard not to laugh, but he looked so foolish.”
Buck again smiled. ”I would imagine so. But I should imagine the man minus the toe failed to find the humor in it.”
”I'm sure.”
Conversation waned as the waitress brought their lunches. Buck just couldn't think of a way to get the talk going again.
Deputy Rogers entered the cafe, sat down at the counter, and ordered coffee.
Rogers glared at Sally as she said to Buck, ”Will you be in Bury long?”
”All depends, ma'am.”
”Lady of your quality shouldn't oughta be talkin' to no bounty hunter, Miz Reynolds,” Rogers said. ”Ain't fittin'.”
Buck slowly chewed a bite of beef.
”Mr. Rogers,” Sally said. ”The gentleman and I are merely exchanging pleasantries over lunch. I was addressing the gentleman, not you.”
Rogers flushed, placed his coffee mug on the counter, and abruptly left the cafe.
”Deputy Rogers doesn't like me very much,” Buck said.
”Why?” Sally asked bluntly.
”Because...I probably make him feel somewhat insecure.”
”A very interesting statement from a man who professes to have little formal education, Mr....?”
”West, ma'am. Buck West.”
”Sally Reynolds. Western names are very quaint. Is Buck your Christian first name?”