The Max Brand Megapack. Max Brand
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say; but I got to hold my job.”
“You’ll do your part by goin’ to Drew’s place with Doc Young. He’ll be here with Shorty Kilrain in a minute.”
“And let you go after Bard?”
“Right.”
“Far’s I know, you may jest shoot him down and then come back and say you done it because he resisted arrest.”
“Well?”
“You admit that’s what you want, Steve?”
“Absolute.”
“Well, partner, it can’t be done. That ain’t apprehendin’ a man. It’s jest plain murder.”
“D’you think you could ever catch that bird alive?”
“Dunno, I’d try.”
“Never in a thousand years.”
“He don’t know the country. He’ll travel in a circle and I’ll ride him down.”
“He’s got somebody with him that knows the country better’n you or me.”
“Who?”
The face of Nash twisted into an ugly grimace.
“Sally Fortune.”
“The hell!”
“It is; but it’s true.”
“It ain’t possible. Sally ain’t the kind to make a fool of herself about any man, let alone a gun-fighter.”
“That’s what I thought, but I seen her back up this Bard ag’in’ a roomful of men. And she’ll keep on backin’ him till he’s got his toes turned up.”
“That’s another reason for you to get Bard, eh? Well, I can’t send you after him, Nash. That’s final.”
“Not a bit. I know too much about you, Glendin.”
The glance of the other raised slowly, fixed on Nash, and then lowered to the floor. He produced papers and Durham, rolled and lighted his cigarette, and inhaled a long puff.
“So that’s the game, Steve?”
“I hate to do it.”
“Let that go. You’ll run the limit on this?”
“Listen, Glendin. I’ve got to get this Bard. He’s out-ridden me, out-shot me, out-gamed me, out-lucked me, out-guessed me—and taken Sally. He’s mine. He b’longs all to me. D’you see that?”
“I’m only seein’ one thing just now.”
“I know. You think I’m double-crossin’ you. Maybe I am, but I’m desperate, Glendin.”
“After all,” mused the deputy, “you’d be simply doin’ work I’d have to do later. You’re right about this Bard. He’ll never be taken alive.”
“Good ol’ Glendin. I knew you’d see light. I’ll go out and get the boys I want in ten minutes. Wait here. Shorty and Doc Young will come in a minute. One thing more: when you get to Drew’s place you’ll find him actin’ queer.”
“What about?”
“I dunno why. It’s a bad mess. You see, he’s after this Bard himself, the way I figure it, and he wants him left alone. He’d raise hell if he knew a posse was after the tenderfoot.”
“Drew’s a bad one to get against me.”
“I know. You think I’m double-crossin’?”
“I’ll do it. But this squares all scores between us, Steve?”
“Right. It leaves the debt on my side, and you know I’ve never dodged an I.O.U. Drew may talk queer. He’ll tell you that Bard done all that work in self-defence.”
“Did he?”
“The point is he killed a man and stole a hoss. No matter what comes of it, he’s got to be arrested, don’t he?”
“And shot down while ‘resistin’ arrest’? Steve, I’d hate to have you out for me like this.”
“But you won’t listen to Drew?”
“Not this one time. But, Lord, man, I hate to face him if he’s on the warpath. Who’ll you take with you?”
“Shorty, of course. He was Calamity Ben’s pal. The rest will be—don’t laugh—Butch Conklin and his gang.”
“Butch!”
“Hold yourself together. That’s what I mean—Butch Conklin.”
“After you dropped him the other night?”
“Self-defence, and he knows it. I can find Butch, and I can make him go with me. Besides, he’s out for Bard himself.”
The deputy said with much meaning: “You can do a lot of queer things, Nash.”
“Forget it, Glendin.”
“I will for a while. D’you really think I can let you take out Butch and his gunmen ag’in’ Bard? Why, they’re ten times worse’n the tenderfoot.”
“Maybe, but there’s nothin’ proved ag’in’ ’em—nothin’ but a bit of cattle-liftin’, maybe, and things like that. The point is, they’re all hard men, and with ’em along I can’t help but get Bard.”
“Murder ain’t proved on Butch and his men, but it will be before long.”
“Wait till it’s proved. In the meantime use em all.”
“You’ve a long head, Nash.”
“Glendin, I’m makin’ the biggest play of my life. I’m off to find Butch. You’ll stand firm with Drew?”
“I won’t hear a word he says.”
“S’long! Be back in ten minutes. Wait for me.”
He was as good as his word. Even before the ten minutes had elapsed he was back, and behind followed a crew of heavy thumping boots up the stairs of Glendin’s house and into the room where he sat with Dr. Young and Shorty Kilrain. They rose, but not from respect, when Nash entered with Conklin and his four ill-famed followers behind.
The soiled bandage on the head of Butch was far too thick to allow his hat to sit in its normal position. It was perched high on top, and secured in place by a bit of string which passed from side to side under the chin. Behind him came Lovel, an almost albino type with straw-coloured hair and eyes bleached and passionless; the vacuous smile was never gone from his lips.
More feared and more hated than Conklin himself was Isaacs. The latter, always fastidious, wore a blue-striped vest, without a coat to obscure it, and about his throat was knotted a flaming vermilion necktie, fastened in place with a diamond stickpin—obviously the spoil of some recent robbery. Glendin, watching, ground his teeth.
McNamara followed. He had been a squatter, but his family had died of a fever, and McNamara’s mind had been unsettled ever since; whisky had finished the work of sending him on the downward path with Conklin’s little crew of desperadoes. Men shrank from facing those too-bright, wandering eyes, yet it was from pity almost as much as horror.
Finally came Ufert. He was merely a round-faced boy of nineteen, proud of the distinguished bad company he kept. He was that weak-minded type which is only strong when it becomes wholly evil. With a different leadership he would have become simply a tobacco-chewing hanger-on at cross-roads saloons and general merchandise stores. As it was, feeling dignified by the brotherhood of crime into which he had been admitted as a full member, and eager to prove his qualifications, he was as dangerous as any member of the crew.
The three men who were already in the room had been prepared by Glendin for this new arrival, but the fact was almost