LONGARM AND THE DEAD MAN’S REWARD [066-066-5.0]
By Tabor Evans
Synopsis:
Longarm’s on a wanted poster! One deputy marshal has already vanished while investigating the poster. So, Longarm heads for Santa Rosa, New Mexico, to find the missing marshal—and some answers. But when Longarm meets the dirt-licking snakes who put out the poster, he discovers it was all a trap … that he fell for. Now they’re going to make Longarm play their twisted game—and he better think fast if he wants to make it out of Santa Rosa alive. 221st novel in the “Longarm” series, 1997.
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Chapter 1
They were sitting in Billy Vail’s office on the second floor of the Federal Building in Denver. The chief marshal was sitting behind his desk, and for once he was looking his age. His sparse, white hair looked even whiter and his small delicate face looked tired. Billy Vail had never been a particularly tall man, but then he had never had to be. The air of authority he carried had always been enough to do the job. But now, he looked perplexed and worried. “Custis, I can’t make heads or tails out of it,” he said. “It’s the damnedest thing I’ve ever heard of before.”
Sitting across from him, lounging back in a chair, was Deputy Marshal Custis Long, known to most as Longarm because of his reputation for always running down his man. It was said that you could go from one ocean to the other, or find a hole and dig as deep as you could, or get on top of the highest mountain around, and you might, for a while, feel safe. But sooner or later, Longarm was going to show up. That long arm of the law would stretch out and pluck you in.
But right now he didn’t look the invincible paragon of the Marshal Service. He too looked baffled and bewildered, the same as Billy Vail. He also looked tired. He’d just come off a tough job in the Oklahoma Territory, where he’d been chasing a band of cattle and horse thieves who had been preying on the trail drivers who came through the territory. He had only been back one day, and he’d barely had a good night’s sleep in the whole two weeks he’d been gone. His face said he might be a man of forty, but that didn’t take into account the weather and the storms and the danger and the worry. His body, which was about six feet tall and about 190 pounds of hard muscle, tendon, and bones, came closer to saying thirty. But whatever his age, it needed a rest.
He had a cheroot burning between his fingers, and he took a drag and blew the smoke out. He said, “Billy, that’s the damnedest thing I’ve ever heard too. Are you sure you got it right?”
Billy Vail shook his head slowly. “Can’t be no mistake, Custis. There’s a bunch in New Mexico putting out wanted posters on you and offering ten thousand dollars dead or alive.”
Longarm just stared at him for a moment. “Don’t they know they’ve got this all backwards? That you put out wanted posters on the outlaws? You don’t put out wanted posters on lawmen?”
Billy Vail laughed in spite of himself. “I know it sounds crazy, but I’ve had several telegrams about it and one of the posters is on the way by mail. I don’t know what to tell you.”
“Who did you say was behind this?”
“I don’t have all the details,” said Billy. “It’s a family called Nelson. Frank and Asher and Claude. They’re either three brothers, cousins, or some such, and there may be a few others involved in it to boot. I don’t know where they got their money. I don’t know much about them except they don’t have a criminal record. As far as we know, they’re not wanted for anything. But they are sending men around to nail up posters with your picture on them offering ten thousand dollars for your carcass, dead or alive. Now, what do you think of that?” Billy Vail sat back and stared at Longarm in wonderment.
Longarm said, “Well, with what you’ve told me, I don’t know what to think of it. Am I supposed to have put some of their family in prison or killed some of their kin or done them some big harm? What is it that has caused them to single me out?”
Billy Vail shook his head slowly again. “I don’t know. That’s the mystery of the deal. The telegrams and the word that I’ve had don’t give any explanation, just that there’s posters out on you and that you’re a wanted man.”
“And where is this coming out of in New Mexico?”
