do?â
âBring him luck?â Clint said, hoping to take just a bit of the wind from Josephâs sails.
âThatâs right! And you know why?â
Suddenly, Clint pulled back on Eclipseâs reins and held up his hand. Although Allison didnât know quite what to make of that gesture, Ordell came up alongside her and brought her to a stop. Looking at the front of the line, he asked, âWhat do you see, Clint?â
âThereâs a couple horses coming this way.â
âAnyone you know?â
âCanât tell from here, but theyâre riding just a little too quickly for my liking.â
Ordell shielded the sun from his eyes and squinted down the path. He picked out the approaching riders easily and let out a slow, grumbling breath. âLooks like they might be coming from Westerlake.â
âProbably.â
âAnd when men like that are riding that fast, itâs safe to say theyâre either after someone or someoneâs after them.â
Clint looked over to Ordell and nodded gravely. âProbably.â
âWhatâs the matter?â Allison asked.
Clint dug in his saddlebag and found his spyglass. âMight be nothing,â he said. Unfortunately, he couldnât put much faith in those words once he got a look at the faces of those riders. âStill, you might want to head for those trees and wait for them to pass.â
Although there were a couple bends in the trail ahead, the riders cut across them to charge directly at Clint and Ordell.
âAll right,â Allison said. âWeâll go and wait.â
Clint listened to make sure that she headed far enough away, but he didnât watch her go. Instead, he kept his eyes on the approaching riders. He also patted the side of Eclipseâs saddle to make sure that his rifle was where it should be.
âYou know these men?â Clint asked.
âI was just about to ask you the same thing. Is my rifle ready to fire?â
âSure, so long as you donât mind blowing your hands off when the first round gets jammed in the barrel.â
Ordell let out a snorting laugh. âPerfect.â
âAny reason why they might be so anxious to greet us?â
Shifting in his saddle, Ordell replied, âI guess weâll just have to wait and see.â
They didnât have to wait long.
The riders charged straight for them and didnât slow down until they were about to stampede over both Clint and Ordell. As they pulled back on their reins, the riders circled around to close them in. All three of them had dirty faces and several dayâs stubble on their chins. They also had plenty of guns strapped to their saddles as well as their hips.
Although the men were dressed similarly to Ordell, their eyes were wilder and their faces were much smoother. All three of them were breathing almost as heavily as their horses and did so through slackly hanging jaws.
The rider whoâd come to a stop in front of Clint and Ordell was the first to speak. He did so through a mouth that was only slightly marred by a harelip. âLooks like you twoâve been busy.â
âDo I know you men?â Clint asked.
âAll you got know is that weâre the ones looking to cash in on the reward offered for that bearâs skin.â
Ordell didnât even blink. Instead, he gazed around as if in a daze and asked, âWhat bear?â
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Scowling, the first rider grabbed for the pistol that was tucked under the front of his belt. His two partners were quick to arm themselves within the next couple of heartbeats.
âYou wanna play dumb with me?â the first rider snarled. âThen itâll be the last mistake you ever make. That bearâs worth six hundred dollars, so unhitch it from your damn horse and ride away.â
Clint turned slightly to look over at Ordell. âSix hundred dollars? Did you know that?â
âI heard it was eight hundred.
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