want to move now, and I don't want to get shot when I do.'
I said nothing, but then he commenced to move, and I could hear him drawing back. The sounds slowly drifted away farther off down the hill, and then there was silence.
Two men left ... I got up slowly, standing by the corner post of the corral, which was taller than me.
Suddenly a match flared in the cabin, a lamp was lit. I heard the tiny click of the chimney as it was fitted to the lamp again. A man moved within the cabin and we heard the thump of a crutch, but then a chair was drawn back and we heard the creak as a heavy man sat down.
'Em,' I whispered, 'he's gotten into the cabin.'
'You don't do nothin' foolish, boy.'
'There's another one, Em. I think he's out around here somewhere.'
'You do what you have to, son. I'll watch that other one.'
'Jake Flanner is a talker, Em. I think he wants to talk to me. I don't believe he'll try killing me until he's had his say.'
'All right.'
I turned and walked across the open ground toward the bunkhouse. My six-shooter was in my hand, but as I stepped inside I dropped it into the holster. I had listened for sound outside, but heard nothing.
Jake Flanner had gotten to his feet and was leaning on his crutches, favoring one side as he always seemed to do. There was a pistol showing in its holster, and I knew he carried another one inside his coat. He moved his arm, letting me glimpse the butt of that hideout gun.
Why?
Every sense alert, I waited He was the talker, not me. I was tired, dead tired. As I stood there, feet apart, hands hanging, I felt all sickish and weak. If I didn't get better soon I'd never get to California.
Suddenly Jake's voice rang out of the stillness. 'You've given me a lot of trouble, Sackett. I wish you had come to work for me that first day.'
'I never work for no man. Not with a gun.'
'But why against me? I did nothing to you.'
'I didn't like the way your boys set after that girl.'
'Her? Really? But she's nobody, Sackett. She's just a broken-down nester's daughter.'
'Everybody is somebody to me. Maybe she don't cut no ice where you figure, Flanner, but she's got the right to choose her man when she's ready, not to be taken like that.'
He laughed, his eyes glinting, 'I heard you were a hard man, Sackett, and so you've proved to be. I would never have suspected you of chivalry.'
'I don't know what that means, Flanner. I only know she was a poor kid, all wet from the rain and scared from runnin', and that Spivey - '
'But that's over, Sackett. Spivey is dead. Why did you take up for Em Talon?'
'Emily Talon is a Sackett. I don't need no more reason than that.'
He shifted his weight, leaning kind of heavy to one side, and that nagged at me. I don't know why except that I'm a suspicious man.
'Too bad, Sackett. We'd have made a team. You, Duckett, and me.'
'Duckett is gone.'
He was shocked. He stared at me. 'What do you mean? You've killed him? But I heard no shot!'
'He just pulled out. He had enough, Flanner. He said he never did believe in going after Em Talon. He's gone. You're alone, Flanner.'
He smiled then. 'Oh? Well, if that's the way the cards fall.' He moved up a little and turned a shade to one side. 'Mind if I sit down, Sackett? These crutches - '
Jake Flanner hitched himself forward a little. Suddenly one of the crutches swung up and I shot him.
It was as fast and clean a draw as I ever made, but as that crutch swung up as though he were going to lay it on the table, I shot him right in the belly. My second shot hit the hand and wrist that held the crutch and he fell back against the chair, caught at it, and they fell together.
'You'd shoot a crip - ?' His voice faded, but not the glow in his eyes. His crutches had fallen but his right hand was going toward the hideout gun.
There was a sudden boom from outside that could only be the Dragoon. 'Everything's all right out here, Logan,' Em said. 'I taken this one out.'
I just stood there gun in hand, watching him take hold of the butt of his hideout gun.
'Jake,' I said, 'I always wondered why you favored that one crutch over the other, and all of a sudden it come to me.'
With my free hand I reached over and picked up the crutch. There was a rifle barrel right down the length of that crutch, and a grip trigger on the handle. All he had to do was swing that crutch up and squeeze her off. I'd heard of trick guns, belt-buckle guns and the like, but this one surely beat all.
His hand was drawing his hideout.
'You want another one, Jake? You're dead already, why make it worse?'
He looked at me. 'Damn you, Sackett. An' damn that old lady, damn her to hell, she - '
'You were out of your class, Jake. No tin-horn's ever going to come it over a woman like that. She's the solid stuff, Jake, all the way through, and you were never anything but a cheatin' tin-horn four-flusher.'
Em came in and stood by my side.
'I'm sorry for them knees, Jake Flanner,' she said, 'but you killed my man. You killed Talon, a better man than you could ever be.'
'Damn you,' he whispered, 'I - '
He faded out and lay there, dead as a man could ever get, and the thing that hit me so hard was how such a man could cause the death of so much a better man like Talon.
'Em,' I said, 'there's nothin' more for us here. The boys will be worried. Let's mount up and ride back to the Empty.'
'You look kinda peaked, son. Are you up to it?'
'If you can do it, I can do it, Em. Let's make some dust.'
So we rode down the trail together, Em and me, and we met the boys a-comin' up.
