Deadly Road to Yuma. William W. Johnstone

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СКАЧАТЬ every now and then he’ll slip in some chili peppers.” Archie rubbed a palm over his aproned chest. “Can’t take ’em myself. They make me feel like I’m on fire inside.”

      “I like spicy food myself. We’ll give it a try when Sam gets back.”

      Archie chuckled. “He’ll probably have worked up an appetite by then, that’s for sure.”

      Matt just smiled, shook his head, and sipped his beer. From the corner of his eye, he saw a man push the batwings aside and enter the saloon.

      It was a matter of habit for Matt to watch everything that went on around him. A matter of survival, too, because there were varmints in the world who held grudges against him and Sam, as well as ambitious hombres who might want to make a name for themselves as the man who killed Matt Bodine…even if it took shooting him in the back.

      Didn’t take him but a second, though, to size up this newcomer to the Ten Grand and realize that the old-timer was no threat.

      He was a scarecrow of a man, scrawny and dressed in ragged, dirty clothes and a shapeless old felt hat. When he came up to the bar, Matt got a look at his face and saw that one eye had some sort of film over it. He felt a twinge of pity for the old man.

      Archie Cochran didn’t look all that sympathetic as he went over to the newcomer and asked curtly, “What’ll it be, Ed?”

      “Can I…can I have a beer?”

      “You got any money?”

      “I do.” The man reached into the pocket of his stained, torn corduroy trousers and pulled out a coin. “I got enough, see?”

      Archie took the coin and said, “All right. That’ll buy you a beer. One beer.”

      He drew it and set the mug in front of the old-timer called Ed, who licked his lips in anticipation.

      Archie’s mood seemed to grow a bit more friendly as he said, “Haven’t seen you around for a while.”

      “I been busy. Lookin’ for gold, you know.”

      “Yeah, I know. Doesn’t look like you’ve hit a bonanza yet.”

      “Oh, you never know, you never know,” Ed said. He picked up the mug and drained half of the beer, his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down in his turkey neck as he swallowed.

      When he lowered the mug, foam covered his upper lip. He set the mug on the bar and gave a long sigh of satisfaction.

      Then he glanced over at Matt, nodded, and said, “Howdy.”

      “Howdy yourself, old-timer,” Matt replied. He didn’t introduce himself.

      Ed turned back to the bartender. “Anythin’ interestin’ goin’ on here in town, Archie?”

      “Not much. We had a little excitement earlier this afternoon when Matt there and his partner rode into town. Cyrus Flagg saw ’em coming and got worried they might be part of Joshua Shade’s gang, scouting the town for that bunch of owlhoots. Turned out they weren’t, though.”

      Ed glanced at Matt. “Is that so? The sheriff’s worried about Shade, is he?”

      “Wouldn’t you be?” Archie asked with a snort. “After all the hell those varmints have raised, anybody with any sense would be worried. That’s why Cyrus says we got to take precautions.”

      “What sort o’ precautions?”

      “Oh, you know, like watching out for strangers and posting lookouts.”

      “Lookouts?” Ed repeated.

      This was the first Matt had heard of that, too.

      “Yeah, he just decided on that a little while ago, after Matt and Sam rode in. Figured it might be a good idea to post some fellas on the roof of the hotel and the bank so they can keep a watch around the town all the time. That way, we’ll spot anybody who’s headed this direction.”

      “Yeah, that sounds like a good idea, all right,” Ed said as he nodded. “Already got guards up there, does he?”

      “You bet. One man on top of the bank, one on the hotel. Nobody’s gonna sneak up on us now.”

      “Well, knowin’ that’ll make me sleep better at night while I’m in town.”

      “Yeah, me, too.” Archie frowned. “You’d better be careful, roaming around the countryside like you do, Ed. You might run right into that bad bunch.”

      “I sure wouldn’t want to do that. I figure if I ever saw that Joshua Shade, I’d plumb die o’ fright right then and there.”

      As if just talking about the infamous outlaw leader made him nervous, Ed’s hand shook as he raised the mug to his lips and drank down the rest of the beer.

      Matt had paid just enough attention to follow the conversation between the bartender and the old prospector, although he had been somewhat interested in the talk about posting lookouts on the bank and the hotel. That sounded like a good idea to him, too, although it didn’t matter all that much to him since he and Sam would probably only be in Arrowhead for one night.

      At that moment, Sam and Amelia came in through a door in the rear of the barroom. Sam looked vaguely embarrassed but happy, and Amelia had a big smile on her face. Matt grinned and lifted his mug of beer in a salute to them.

      Sam said something to Amelia, who came up on her toes to give him a peck on the cheek. Then he walked over to join Matt at the bar.

      “Ready to go get something to eat?” Matt asked.

      “Yeah, I am. Fact of the matter is, I’m pretty hungry.”

      On the other side of the bar, Archie chuckled and said, “What’d I tell you?”

      Sam frowned. “What’s he talking about?”

      “Never mind,” Matt said. “We’re goin’ to Hernando’s.”

      “What’s that?”

      “Place with the best steaks in town.”

      “Sounds good,” Sam said. “Lead me to it.”

      Hernando’s turned out to be a narrow, hole-in-the-wall sort of place, but the smells that filled the air had the blood brothers licking their lips as soon as they went in. Hernando was a little fella with a lush, luxuriant mustache that curled up on the ends, and he greeted them with a big smile.

      There were only three tables in the café and two of them were occupied, so Matt and Sam grabbed the empty one while they had a chance and ordered steaks with all the trimmings. When Hernando brought the food, they found that it was as good as Archie had said it would be.

      Matt saw what the bartender meant about the spices, though. The steaks had a definite kick to them.

      Once they were finished with the meal, they paid Hernando and promised that they would be back before they left Arrowhead. “Come back in the morning СКАЧАТЬ