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going?”
    “It’s going,” I grumbled.
    Brian frowned thoughtfully. He started to say something, but before he could three men came through the swinging doors. They walked with a swagger and looked arrogant.
    I recognized all three. They were Ike Nash’s men, and Brock Jackson was leading them.
    Brock was one of Ike’s top hands. He stood over six feet tall, and he had a muscled torso with dark hair.
    I had never liked Brock. He had a cocky way about him, and just about anybody could tell that he had a high opinion of himself.
    They paused at the door and looked around.
    Brock smirked when he spotted us, and then his eyes went on down the bar. His eyes lingered on Amos before he glanced around at the rest of the room.
    I narrowed my eyes in suspicion. I wasn’t sure, but it looked like Brock had nodded slightly at Amos.
    I glanced at Amos. His face was emotionless as he came over to us.
    “Those are Ike Nash’s men,” he told us in a hushed voice. “They might cause trouble.”
    “That’s very good, Amos,” I said sarcastically. “If you were a horse, I’d feed you a carrot.”
    A look of anger crossed his face, but I ignored him as I turned towards Brian.
    “When you get the chance, slip out and find Ross,” I murmured. “Whatever happens, he should be here.”
    Brian nodded and moved away from the bar. Meanwhile, I took a swig of coffee and tried to look unconcerned as I watched Brock and his men.

Chapter ten
     
     
    Brian slipped out the back door while Brock and his men made their way to the other end of the bar. Amos served them drinks, and they leaned against the bar and watched the activity in the room. All three had scornful looks as they sipped their whiskey.
    April appeared from the back, and she didn’t notice them as she walked by. There was a dirty table near them, and she gathered up the dishes and cleaned the table.
    A wolfish look crossed Brock’s face as he watched her, and I narrowed my eyes.
    April had her hands full as she turned and started towards the kitchen. She was walking briskly, but Brock stepped forward and blocked her path.
    “Well! I thought I knew all the girls in town,” he scoffed. “Where’d you come from, little lady?”
    “Excuse me,” I heard April say.
    Brock grinned savagely, and several tense seconds passed. He continued to stare at her, but April kept her eyes downward.
    Brock finally laughed and stepped back to the bar. April seized the opportunity and hurried past them.
    I frowned disapprovingly. Old feelings started to stir within me, but I managed to stay calm.
    Brock finished his drink and walked over to the gaming tables. Meanwhile, his two companions searched the tables, looking for a place to sit down.
    One of them was tall, and the other one was short. They both wore Colts on their hips, and they looked eager to use them.
    All of the tables were taken. They stood there a moment, and I saw them gesture at a table in the back and nod at each other.
    There was an elderly couple occupying the table. They sat huddled together as they ate their supper.
    The short man and tall man walked up to their table. Their movements were slow and deliberate, and just about everyone saw them. Just like that the room got quiet and still. 
    The elderly couple was still eating, and they were unaware that anything was happening.
    The two men hovered over the table and sneered down at them. Their backs were to me, so I left the bar and walked quietly towards them.
    “Hey, old man,” I heard Shorty say.
    The elderly couple looked up and spotted them.
    “Yes?” The elderly man asked.
    “You’re sitting at our table.”
    The elderly man stiffened, and a stubborn look crossed his face.
    “You are mistaken,” he said in a firm voice.
    A snarl appeared on Shorty’s face.
    “You calling me a liar?”
    “No, but we’re not moving,” the elderly man declared.
    I now stood directly behind them, and my gun hand hovered naturally over my Colt’s handle.
    I took a quick