to see what it was.â
âHe tried to kill me,â Fargo said, breathing heavily.
âIâm glad he failed. It would be difficult to find another guide of your caliber.â
âThatâs all I matter to you?â
âNo, that is how you matter to Theodore. To me you donât matter at all.â Cosmo put his hands in the robeâs pockets. âThis is most distressing. It will upset Theodore, and Iâve already told you how I feel about upsetting him.â
âHeâll be upset even more when I pistol-whip his son.â
âAllen? Whatever for?â
âI suspect he put Strath up to this.â Fargo started up the bank. âHe has to answer for it.â
âLet me help.â Cosmo bent and offered his hand.
Not entirely trusting him, Fargo took hold. He had felt some strong grips in his time but few as strong as Cosmoâs. The man pulled him up with ridiculous ease.
âThere. Now we can talk.â
Fargoâs buckskins were dripping wet. He took off his hat and shook it. âAbout what?â
âI prefer that you donât confront Allen just now. Weâll bind Strath and turn him over to the British authorities. Iâll inform Theodore that Strath was trying to steal from you, and when you caught him, he tried to knife you.â
âNo.â
âWhat do you have to lose by cooperating? I only want to spare Theodore the pain of having his youngest son charged with attempted murder. Isnât it enough that his oldest son is missing?â
âThe answer is still no.â
âDonât be so hasty. You see, the sounds that woke me were those of you and Miss Havard having your little discussion. If you agree about Allen, in return, I wonât inform Mrs. Havard that you are trying your utmost to seduce her daughter. Were she to find out, she would undoubtedly keep Angeline on a tight leash and not let you anywhere near her.â
âYou fight dirty.â
âI thought you would see things my way.â
5
Fargo had two reasons for giving in. The first was that he couldnât prove Allen Havard was behind Strathâs attack. He would bide his time, and when he did have the proof, heâd do what he had to. In the meantime Strath had to ride under guard with his ankles bound.
Cosmo told Theodore Havard that Fargo had caught Strath going through the packs with the aim of âpilfering,â as Cosmo called it, and when Fargo confronted him, Strath whipped out his knives. At least one person didnât believe the story.
The next morning they had been under way half an hour when McKern brought his mount up alongside the Ovaro.
âThat butler sure is slick. If we run out of whale oil for the lanterns, we can fill the lanterns with him.â
âFigured it out, have you?â
âSee these gray hairs? I didnât get them by being stupid. And remember, I saw Strath talking to Allen.â
Above them an eagle soared on outstretched wings. In the woods a jay screeched.
âSo are you going to tell me how it really happened?â McKern asked.
âYouâve never heard of pilfering before?â
âPilfering, my ass. Where I come from, folks call things what they are. Stealing. Robbing. Even thieving. Only a fancy pants like that butler or whatever he is would call it pilfering.â
âNow, now, remember your station.â
âStation?â McKern repeated, and roared. âYou did that good. If you had the money to go with a stuck-up nose, you could make something of yourself.â
âI like cards and women too much. Any money I make doesnât stick around long.â
âYouâre not alone. I spend money like a cloud spends rain. But, hey, you could always do butlering. There must be good money in that, the way Cosmo dresses. And youâd make a fine one, the words you spout.â
âThe day I wait on someone hand and foot is the day Iâm fit to blow my
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