The Clint Adams Special by J. R. Roberts

Author:J. R. Roberts
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Penguin Publishing Group
Published: 2014-06-11T04:00:00+00:00

TWENTY-TWO

OLD MEXICO

THE PRESENT . . .

George arrived just before nightfall with a covered wagon that had a wheel with a bent rim. Although the wagon suited their purposes just fine, it rattled like it was about to give up its ghost at any second. They were able to load the wagon and get down from the hills before losing too much daylight. If the rest of the ride hadn’t been across relatively flat desert, they would have needed to make camp and go the rest of the way into town in the morning. As it was, the light from the stars was just enough to illuminate the plain of sandy rock until the town came into view.

Thanks to a deal already arranged with Ramon, George and Clint were able to unload the gold at the old miner’s shop, where it would be held for safekeeping. After that, Clint barely managed to stay on his feet while shuffling toward his hotel.

“You can leave those with Ramon as well,” George said.

Until that moment, Clint had almost forgotten he still had a rifle in each hand. Glancing at the two weapons taken from the cave, Clint replied, “I still want to check a few things on these.”

“You’ve had them most of the day. Haven’t you seen all there is to see?”

“I’ve been doing some thinking and . . . I just want to check a few things over. Is that a problem?”

George waved a hand at him and started walking down the street. “Long as it doesn’t interfere with my sleep, I don’t care what you do with those damn things.”

“All right then. See you in the morning.”

• • •

The next day, sometime between breakfast and noon, George wandered into Ramon’s shop. He gawked in surprise when he found Clint sitting at one of Ramon’s tables with several bits of metal spread out in front of him. “What the hell are you doing here?” George asked.

“I own this place,” Ramon grunted.

“Not you,” George said as he pointed at Clint’s table. “Him.”

Clint looked up from what he was doing. He had a small section of a Winchester’s firing mechanism in one hand and a magnifying glass in the other. “I told you I’d see you in the morning, didn’t I? You’re the one that’s strolling in here so late.”

“I said I’d see you in the morning, but I didn’t think I really would. It was just one of those things you say. You know . . . like when you ask someone how they’re doing? You don’t really want to know and don’t really expect an honest answer.”

“Hmm,” Clint said as he turned back to his table. “That’s real fascinating. So when did you plan on heading back into those hills?”

“I thought we could head back there tomorrow, but if you’re anxious to get moving . . .”

“I am. I’d like to see if there’s anything left in the rest of those caves.”

“So you believe I can find them?” George asked.

“I believe there’s more to be found.

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