Longarm had to prod his prisoners hard to get their horses ready to leave the ranch. The wounded man named Fergus was especially difficult and argumentative. "I'll probably bleed to death in the saddle before we reach that train!" he wailed. "You'll bleed to death for sure if you don't climb into that saddle and quit talking," Longarm warned. "Because I'll shoot you again." Ned Rowe was more cooperative. He decided that Longarm had bought his story, and now was trying hard to be cooperative. Longarm saw little reason to change the man's false impression of things and risk turning cooperation into desperation. "Damn, it's cold!" Ned exclaimed, tightening his cinch. "Quit jawin' and mount up," Longarm said. "I sure wish that we could at least wait until tomorrow morning," Ned groused. "We could freeze to death before we reach shelter." "That's a chance we'll just have to take." Longarm snapped, watching the heavy rain sheet off the roof to cascade across the barn's open doorway like a waterfall.
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