I hear this Bob McLennon used to be a frontier marshal. I never liked marshals no way." They drifted to their horses and then moved slowly away-Dornie Shaw, Poinsett, and Goff toward the west and Bob McLennon. Alton Burwick, his eyes thoughtful, rode toward the east and Mustang. With him rode the others. Only Fessenden turned nervously and looked back. "We should have made sure they were dead." "Ride back if you want," Clauson said. "They are dead all right. That Kedrick! I had no use for him. I aimed my shot right for his smart skull." Afternoon drew on. The sun lowered, and after the sun came coolness. Somewhere a coyote lifted his howl of anguish to the wide white moon, and the desert lay still and quiet beneath the sky. In the deeper shadow of the towering chimney and its bulkier neighbor, there was no movement. A coyote, moving nearer, scented the blood, but with it there was the dreaded man smell. He whined anxiously, drew back, and then trotted slowly off; turning only once to look back.
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