Louis set his hat on his head and glared at the sheriff. “Tell you what, Tupper,” he said in a low dangerous voice. “We’re going to make our way around town asking everyone we meet about this girl. If I find out she lives here and you lied to us, I’m going to come back here and have another talk with you—and I promise you won’t like the results.”
As Sally put her hand on the door, the sheriff wiped his face with a handkerchief and flopped into his desk chair. “There’s no need for that,” he said in a defeated voice.
Sally turned back around. “Sheriff, I believe this woman has something to do with the kidnapping of my husband. I think she and her friends mean him harm, so you had better tell us what you know or I will have the U.S. marshals down here to see just what part you played in all this.”
Tupper nodded slowly. “You are right, Mrs. Jensen,” he said. “The woman you describe is named Sarah MacDougal, daughter of Angus MacDougal. About six months ago, your husband was here with these gentlemen and shot and killed a young man named Johnny MacDougal.” He sighed and wiped his face again. “I do believe the MacDougals are interested in revenging that death by killing your husband.”
Louis stepped forward. “Sheriff, you know from your investigation that Johnny MacDougal started that fight and was killed in self-defense. Didn’t you tell the MacDougals that?”
Tupper nodded. “Yes, I did, but they wouldn’t believe me. Old Angus, and now his daughter Sarah, has been on the warpath for Smoke Jensen ever since the shooting. None of them will listen to reason.”
“But Mr. Tupper,” Sally interrupted. “You are the sheriff of this county. Why didn’t you do something to stop them from attacking my husband?”
Tupper held out his hands. “You don’t understand, Mrs. Jensen. Angus MacDougal owns the biggest spread in these parts and is a very powerful man. You just don’t go up against him if you want to keep your job.”
Louis snarled and reached over and jerked the tin star off Tupper’s chest, ripping a large hole in his shirt. He contemptuously tossed the star in the wastebasket next to Tupper’s desk. “You don’t deserve to wear that badge, Tupper. You were elected to represent all of the people and uphold all of the laws, not just those agreed to by the rich and powerful.”
Tupper hung his head, his face flaming scarlet. “I know, don’t you think I know that? I thought I had the guts to stand up to Augus. But I guess I’m not the man I thought I was.”
“Where is this MacDougal ranch, Mr. Tupper?” Sally asked. “And what is the fastest way to get there?”
At that moment, Smoke was riding up to the MacDougal spread, his shoulders slumped with fatigue.
He had pushed his horse as hard as he could, taking a shortcut over the mountains to get to the MacDougal ranch before any of the hands could arrive. He knew the approximate location from the talk he’d heard around the campfire when he’d been prisoner.
He rode directly up to the barn and got down off his horse. Working as fast as he could, he got two horses out of the corral next to the barn and hitched them up to a wagon.
He drove the wagon over to the ranch house and pulled it to a halt. Stepping down, he walked up on the porch and knocked on the door.
An elderly lady answered the door, and looked at him with startled eyes. “Yes, may I help you?” she asked.
Smoke took off his hat and held it in front of him. “Are you Mrs. MacDougal?” he asked politely.
The woman straightened up and looked over at him regally, as if she were royalty. “Yes, I am. My husband and I own this ranch. As I said before, what can I do for you?”
“Is anyone else in the house?” Smoke asked, glancing over her shoulders.”
“Sir, that is certainly no business of yours,” Mrs. MacDougal said haughtily.
Behind her, Smoke could see the Mexican housekeeper appear in the kitchen door.
With a sigh, Smoke pulled his six-gun and said, “I’m sorry to disturb you, ladies, but I’m going to have to ask you to come out of the house.”
“Oh, my God!” Mrs. MacDougal almost screamed, her hands going to her face. “He’s going to kill us!”
Smoke sighed and shook his head. “No, I’m not, Mrs. MacDougal. I’m just going to send you away from here for a while.”
As the two women filed out of the front door, glancing apprehensively over their shoulders at Smoke, he waved them out to the buckboard and helped them climb up onto the seat.
“Can either of you drive one of these?” he asked.
“I can, young man,” the housekeeper said.
“Good,” Smoke said, handing her the reins. As soon as she had them in her hands, he whacked the nearest horse on the rump and the wagon took off, both women screaming in terror.
Smoke walked back to the barn, got a can of kerosene and some rags, and made his way back to the house.
Sally and Louis and Cal and Pearlie rode as fast as they could down the road toward the MacDougal ranch, hoping they would get there in time to save Smoke’s life.
Sheriff Tupper had finally broken down and told them of the twenty or so men Angus had out in the mountains going after Smoke. Sally and her friends hoped to find someone at the ranch who could show them which of the many mountains surrounding Pueblo was the one where the hunt was taking place.
As they rounded a corner, they were almost run down by a buckboard racing down the trail toward town. They jerked their horses’ reins and barely got off the trail in time.
Pearlie scratched his head at the sight of two women in the racing wagon, both of whom were still screaming at the top of their lungs as the buckboard careened down the road.
“You think I should go and try and help them?” Cal asked Sally.
