Beartooth Incident by Jon Sharpe

Author:Jon Sharpe [Sharpe, Jon]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: Fiction, General, Westerns
ISBN: 9780451227324
Publisher: Signet
Published: 1980-01-02T05:00:00+00:00

12

Fargo’s luck wasn’t all bad. They didn’t tie him or search him. Two did ride on either side of him, their hands on their six-shooters. Rika was up ahead, the rest behind with the cows.

One of those guarding him was Lear, and Fargo tried to strike up a conversation.

“You don’t like strangers much, I take it?”

“I don’t like anybody. So shut the hell up.”

When Rika came to the tracks Fargo had discovered earlier, he drew rein. Cud Sten rode up and asked why Rika had stopped.

“Another shod horse,” Rika said, pointing at the hoof prints. “Not Tull’s. It went that way.” He pointed across the grassy flatland.

“Another white man hereabouts?” Cud Sten rubbed his club on his chin. “The Beartooths are right popular all of a sudden. It can’t be the gent we stole these cows from. We lost him and his hands days ago. Can’t be a lawman, either. The law never comes this far in.”

“Want me to have a look-see?”

“Of course. We’ll be at the cabin. Bring him back breathing. Maybe he’s a pard of simpleton here.” Cud waved his club at Fargo. “If so, they’ll have a heap of explaining to do.”

Rika nodded and trotted toward the far trees.

Cud rose in the stirrups and bellowed at the men tending the cows, “Keep ’em moving. I aim to reach her place before dark. If we don’t, it will rile me, and you don’t want me riled.”

Fargo clucked to the sorrel and brought it up next to Sten’s animal. Neither Lear nor the other guard tried to stop him. “Mind if we talk?”

Cud regarded him with a mix of contempt and curiosity. “What’s on your mind, simpleton?”

“What do you aim to do with me?”

“I’ve already done told you. I don’t rightly know. Could be you’re just passing through—in which case maybe I’ll let you live. Could be you told me a pack of lies—in which case I’ll break every bone in your body before I pound your skull in.”

Fargo nodded at the club. “I don’t see many of those.”

“They’re right handy.” Grinning, Cud smacked the club against the palm of his other hand. “As quiet as a knife and better than a pair of fists.” He patted the club.

“How’d you come to use one?”

“The first time was in a saloon fight. I busted a chair over a fella’s head and it broke. He had some friends, and I took a chair leg to them. I liked it so much, I had this made.” Cud fondled the thick end of the club. “Can’t tell you how many heads I’ve split open.” He gave Fargo a meaningful look.

“I heard you mention a cabin. Is that where you’re taking me?”

“A lady friend of mine lives there. If you know what’s good for you, you won’t go anywhere near her. I’ve got plans for that little lady.”

“To be hitched?”

“Hell, simpleton, I ain’t the marrying kind. No, me and her are going to live in sin, as church folk say.”

“The lady likes that idea, does she?”

“Whether she does or she doesn’t, she don’t have a say.

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