They must be the other two, he decided, taking a sight down the barrel. The riders, seeing him and the long gun, took wings for cover. “I hate to shoot damn horses,” Chet said, shaking his head, glad he didn’t have to. “But I feared they might get lucky and hit Heck with one of their six-guns. Let’s go see where they went.” “There was nothing else to do, if they hadn’t turned tail,” Tom said, running beside him. Heck slid the bay to a stop and Jack put his four feet down in stiff-legged jumps. “I had taken Jack’s hobbles off when they came charging down out of a draw. I knew I better forget the horses and get my butt down here.” “You did alright, son. In fact, you did wonderful.” Tom looked where the two riders had disappeared. He shook his head. Chet nodded. “I’ve been wondering where Ryan kept his money.” Tom shook his head. “Danged if I know.” The safe in the one room. Chet’d noticed that the day before, when they inspected the house. He wanted to kick himself.
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