body, they could tell that more than one killer was involved; he had been shot with at least two different weapons - probably more.
'We've done some scoutin' around,' Reardon told us. 'The Fetchen riders have been huntin' around the Spanish Peaks. We found tracks up that way. Sharp figures they're huntin' the Reynolds treasure.'
Ladder Walker was glum. 'Briggs was a good man. Never done harm to nobody. I'm fixin' to hunt me some Fetchens.'
'Take it easy,' Reardon warned. 'Those boys are mean, and they ain't about to give you no chance. No fair chance, that is.'
Judith was standing on the porch when I rode up. 'Flagan, I'm worried about Pa. All this time, and no word. Nobody has seen him, and the Fetchens won't let anyone come near the place.'
I'd been giving it considerable thought, and riding back from Denver, Galloway and me had made up our minds to do something about it. The trouble was, we didn't know exactly what.
Nobody in his right mind goes riding into a bottle-necked valley where there's fifteen to twenty men waiting for him, all fixing to notch their guns for his scalp. And the sides of that valley allowed for no other approach we knew of. Yet there had to be a way, and one way might be to cause some kind of diversion.
'Suppose,' I suggested, 'we give it out that we've found some sign of that Reynolds gold? We could pick some lonely place over close to Spanish Peaks, let out the rumor that we had it located and were going in to pick it up.'
'With a big enough party to draw them all away from the ranch?'
'That's right. It wouldn't do any harm, and it might pull them all away so we could ride in and look around.'
We finally picked on a place not so far off as the Spanish Peaks. We rode over to Badito - Galloway, Ladder Walker, and me - and we had a couple of drinks and talked about how we'd located the Reynolds treasure.
Everybody for miles around had heard that story, so, like we figured, there were questions put to us. 'Is it near the Spanish Peaks?' one man asked.
'That's just it,' Galloway said. 'Everybody took it for granted that when Reynolds talked about twin peaks he meant the Spanish Peaks. Well, that was where everybody went wrong. The peaks Reynolds and them talked about were right up at the top of the Sangre de Cristos. I mean what's called Blanca Peak.'
'There's three peaks up there,' somebody objected.
'Depends on where you stand to look at them. I figure that after they buried the loot they took them for landmarks - just looked back and saw only two peaks, close together.'
'So you think you've found the place?' The questioner was skeptical. 'So have a lot of others.'
'We found a knife stuck into a tree for a marker, and we found a stone slab with markings on it.'
Oh, we had them now. Everybody knew that Reynolds had told of thrusting a knife into a tree to mark the place, so we knew our story would be all around the country in a matter of hours. Somebody would be sure to tell the Fetchens, just go get their reaction.
'We're going up there in the morning,' Walker said, making out to be drunker than he was. 'We'll camp in Bronco Dan Gulch, and we'll be within a mile of the treasure. You just wait. Come daylight, we'll come down the pass loaded with gold.'
Now, Bronco Dan was a narrow little gulch that headed up near the base of Lone Rock Hill, only three or four miles from the top of the rim. It was wild country, and just such a place as outlaws might choose to hide out or cache some loot. And it wasn't but a little way above La Veta Pass.
Anyway a body looked at it, the place made a lot of sense. La Veta Pass was the natural escape route for anybody trying to get over the mountains from Walsenburg to Alamosa, and vice versa.
Of course, they knew about the knife. That was the common feature of the stories about the Reynolds treasure - that he had marked the place by driving a knife into a tree. The stone marker was pure invention, but they found it easy to accept the idea that Reynolds might have scratched a map on a stab of rock.
That night Cap Rountree went up the mountain and hid in the brush where he could watch the Costello place, and when we arrived shortly after daybreak he told us the Fetchens had taken out in a pack just before daylight
'They took the bait, all right Oh, yes, I could see just enough to see them ride out'
'How many stayed behind?'
'Two, three maybe. I don't know for sure.'
Galloway went to his horse, and I did the same. You can lay a couple of bets I wasn't anxious to go down there, but we had set this up and this was the chance we'd been playing for.
Cap started to follow along, but I waved him back. 'You stay here. No use all of us getting boxed in down there. If you see them coming back, give a shout.'
Ladder Walker was along with us - there was no leaving him out of it. So the three of us went down the mountain, following the trail where cattle had crossed a saddle, and we came into the valley within two hundred yards of the ranch, just beyond the corral.
'Stay with the horses, Ladder,' I said. 'And keep an eye on the opening. I don't like this place, not a bit'
'You figure it for a trap?'
'Could be. Black Fetchen is a wily one, and we've had it too easy so far. We've had almost too much luck.'
Galloway and me, spread apart a little, walked toward the house.
We played it in luck this time too. Nobody seemed to be around until we stepped up on the porch. Then we could hear voices coming from the back of the house.
'Don't get any ideas, old man. You just set tight until the boys come back. Then maybe Black will let you go. If'n he can find that gold and them Sacketts all to once, he might come back plumb satisfied.'
'He won't find the Sacketts,' I said, stepping from the hallway into the room where they sat. It was the kitchen, and on my sudden entrance one of the men stood up so quick he almost turned over the table.
'Get your hat, Mr. Costello,' I said. 'We've come to take you to Judith.'
I hadn't drawn my gun, being of no mind to shoot anybody unless they asked for it. There were two of Fetchen's men in the room and our arriving that way had taken the wind out of them. They just looked at us, even the one who had stood up so quick.
Costello, who was a slim, oldish man with a shock of graying hair, got up and put on his hat.
'Here, now!' The Fetchen man standing up had gotten his senses back, and he was mad. 'Costello, you come back and set down! The same goes for you Sacketts, unless you want to get killed. Black Fetchen is ridin' up to this ranch right now.'
'We needn't have any trouble,' I said calmly.
'I'll get a horse,' Galloway said, and ducked out of the door, Costello following him.
'Black will kill you, Sackett. He'll fill your hide with lead.'
'I doubt if he's got the guts to try. You tell him I said that.'
'I hear tell you're a fast man with a shootin' iron.' I could just see the gambler stirring around inside him, and it looked as if it was gettin' the better of his common sense. 'I don't think we need to wait for Black. I'd sort of like to try you on myself.'
'Your choice.'
Meanwhile I walked on into the room, and right up to him. Now, no man likes to start a shooting match at point-blank range, because skill plays mighty little part in it then, and the odds are that both men will get blasted. And anyhow, nobody in his right mind starts shooting at all unless there's no other way, and I wasn't planning on shooting now, if I could help it.
So I just walked in on him and he backed off a step, and when he started to take another step back, I hit him. It was the last thing he was expecting, and the blow knocked him down. It was one quick move for me to slip his gun from its holster and straighten up, but the other man hadn't moved.
'You shuck your guns,' I told him. 'You just unbuckle and step back, and be careful how you move your hands. I'm a man mighty subject to impressions, and you give me the wrong one and I'm likely to open you up like a gutted sheep.'
'I ain't figurin' on it. You just watch it, now.' He moved his hands with great care to his belt buckle,
