'She has to look at them, just to make certain.' Gus came charging

into the saloon but staggered to a quick stop when he saw the marshals'

guns pointed at him.

'It's just me, ' he stammered.

Cole and Daniel holstered their guns. 'You gave me a start, drawing on

me like that, ' Gus said.

He strutted across the room, looking as pleased as could be. 'I did

all right, didn't I? ' he asked, craving a compliment.

'Yeah, you did just fine, ' Cole said.

'I was worried Harley wouldn't believe me, but he fell right into my

hands, and then those four went running out of here. Did you follow

them to the cavern? ' 'Yes, ' Cole answered.

'I'm real good at lying, ' Gus said. 'But I got to ask you just one

question before I leave you to your jobs. I was wondering . . . are

there really two women here? ' 'Yes, there are.'

'Are they fresh whores? ' Neither marshal liked the question. Gus

hurriedly put his hand up in conciliation. 'I don't mean no disrespect

if they ain't.'

'You're the one who came up with that lie, not us, ' Cole reminded

him.

'It was a good lie, wasn't it? Where do you have them hidden? ' 'The

safest place in town, ' Cole answered.

'Gus, go get help for me, ' Robertson cried out. 'I'm hurting bad. '

'I ain't gonna help you. I know you did something bad to Flo, cause I

seen you riding out of town with her. She was a sweet old gal and I

know you hurt her.' Gus realized a golden opportunity was slipping by

and ran to the bar to grab two bottles of whiskey. Three sounded

better to him, and he snatched up another one. He rounded the corner

of the bar with his booty clutched to his chest, stopped to spit on

Harley's head, then hurried to the door, his fervent hope to get away

before the marshals noticed his thievery.

Daniel and Cole searched through the dead men's pockets, looking for

identification, while Robertson continued to blubber like a baby. The

noise was distracting. Frustrated at not being able to find anything,

Cole grabbed Robertson and demanded that he tell his friends' names.

'I'm not telling you anything, ' Robertson answered in a near shout.

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