Sidewinders. William W. Johnstone

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      The batwings were shoved aside violently again, and the man who strode in, followed by several more gun-hung hombres, heard Bo’s statement and thrust out an arm, pointing accusingly at Bo and Scratch.

      “I should have known when I heard that some of my men were in trouble down here!” this man said. “Those two are hardcases hired by that woman. And look what they’ve done to Langdon, Simms, and Bartlett. Marshal, I demand that you throw them in jail, where their kind belong!”

      CHAPTER 7

      The man blustering just inside the saloon entrance was tall and broad-shouldered, with a ruggedly powerful face that showed he had spent a lot of time outdoors. He wore a brown tweed suit and a dark brown Stetson, and the butt of a gun carried in a cross-draw rig stuck out from under the suit coat on the left side.

      The four men with him were cut from the same cloth as Langdon and the other two, which led Bo to make a guess based on what Abigail Sutherland had told him earlier. That guess was confirmed when the marshal said, “Take it easy, Mr. Rutledge, I’m lookin’ into this.”

      “Damn it, Harding,” Jared Rutledge shot back, “I don’t want you ‘looking into it.’ I want you to arrest those troublemakers! Abigail Sutherland probably put them up to attacking my men!”

      “You’d better rein in your hoss, mister,” Scratch said in a low, dangerous voice. “Miz Sutherland didn’t have anything to do with this fracas. Fact of the matter is, it was your men who started it by insultin’ the great state o’ Texas—and its ladies!”

      “That’s not the story the way Claremont told it,” Marshal Tom Harding pointed out. He gave the bartender a hard look. “You stickin’ to what you said earlier?”

      Claremont opened and closed his mouth a couple of times without saying anything, and before he could manage to get any words out, another voice spoke up. “That old-timer’s telling you the truth, Marshal. Langdon started it, and Bartlett and Simms were ready to bushwhack him when the other old gent stopped them.”

      Everyone looked around to see that Dave Sutherland was on his feet at last, moving toward the bar from the table where Angus and Culley still sat. The young man’s eyes were still a little bleary, but by and large he seemed to be sober.

      “Old-timer, is it?” muttered Scratch, but no one paid any attention to his indignant question.

      Marshal Harding said, “No offense, Dave, but of course you’d stick up for these two if they’re really workin’ for your ma.”

      “That doesn’t have anything to do with it, Marshal,” Dave insisted. “You know me and my mother don’t always get along. I wouldn’t lie to the law just to help out a couple of strangers who haven’t even been working for her an hour yet!”

      Harding rubbed his jaw in thought. “Yeah, I reckon that makes sense—”

      “Don’t listen to him, Marshal,” Rutledge said. “You’ve got Claremont’s statement, and I’m sure when my men are in shape to talk to you, they’ll tell you the same thing. Maybe they got a little proddy. I won’t argue that with you. Men sometimes have to blow off some steam. But these two could have seriously injured them. My God, Bartlett’s nose is broken! I’ll swear out a complaint, and you arrest those saddle tramps.”

      Rutledge’s arrogant tone put a burr under the lawman’s saddle. Harding’s back stiffened. He said, “Don’t go tellin’ me what to do, Mr. Rutledge. I’m the marshal of this town, and I know how to do my job.”

      Rutledge back off some immediately. “Of course you do, Marshal,” he said. “I didn’t mean to suggest otherwise. But it’s hard to stand by and watch that woman and her people deliberately cause trouble. Good Lord, I’m not convinced that there’s not some sort of connection between the Sutherland Stage Line and those outlaws of Judson’s!”

      That bold-faced statement made both Bo and Scratch stare at Rutledge. Earlier, Abigail Sutherland had made exactly the same sort of accusation against Jared Rutledge.

      Harding gave the freight line owner a dubious frown. “I dunno, Mr. Rutledge,” he said. “That sounds mighty far-fetched to me.”

      “It’s loco, that’s what it is,” Scratch burst out. “Why, it’s only been a few hours since Bo and me was tradin’ shots with those owlhoots while they tried to hold up one of Miz Sutherland’s coaches!”

      Rutledge sneered at him. “We’ve got only your word for that, don’t we?”

      “What about that bullet hole in Ponderosa Pine’s shoulder?” Bo asked quietly. “I’d say that’s proof.”

      “Proof that the old fool got shot, that’s all,” snapped Rutledge. “It might have been an accident, or maybe one of you shot him just to make your story look good. For all we know you’re part of Judson’s gang!”

      Scratch’s eyes narrowed. “Mister, I’m gettin’ mighty tired o’ that line o’ bull you’re puttin’ out.”

      Bo moved between Scratch and Rutledge. He said, “Marshal, you can ask Gil Sutherland and Ponderosa about the robbery. They’ll tell the same story we do.”

      “Of course they will,” Rutledge said.

      Bo ignored him and went on. “And there have been other times when Judson’s gang held up Mrs. Sutherland’s stagecoaches. I’m sure there were witnesses to those crimes.”

      Harding nodded. “Yeah, that’s true. I talked to the passengers who were on the coaches that got stopped, and their stories pretty well matched up.”

      “And I believe Mrs. Sutherland said that a driver and a guard who worked for her were killed during one of the holdups.” Bo looked at Rutledge. “I know I just met Mrs. Sutherland, but I don’t think she’d have anything to do with murdering innocent men just to keep suspicion from falling on her.”

      Rutledge at least looked a little uncomfortable now. “Maybe those men were killed accidentally. Things could have gotten out of hand…Anyway, I never said I thought there is a connection between Mrs. Sutherland and Rance Judson, just that there could be.”

      Scratch snorted. “You could be able to flap your arms and fly to the moon, too, mister, but I ain’t gonna wait for it to happen.”

      “I think we all need to just settle down,” Harding said. He had lowered the shotgun, and now held it in one hand at his side. With the other hand, he gestured toward Bartlett, whose groans had subsided to the occasional pathetic whimper. “Mr. Rutledge, why don’t you have a couple of your boys take Bartlett down to Doc Chambers’ place and see if the doc can do anything for him? And the rest of ’em can haul Langdon and Simms back to their rooms and let ’em sleep it off.”

      “They’re not drunk,” Rutledge said. “They were knocked out. Assaulted.”

      “This wouldn’t be the first time those three have got mixed up in a shootin’ and somebody else wound up dead,” the marshal said. “I don’t like killin’s in my town. So I don’t feel much like givin” em the benefit of the doubt this time, no offense.”

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