Dry Gulch Ambush by William W. Johnstone & J. A. Johnstone

Author:William W. Johnstone & J. A. Johnstone
Language: eng
Format: mobi
ISBN: 0786024828
Publisher: Pinnacle Books
Published: 2013-04-02T05:00:00+00:00

Although Elmer had been invited to dinner as well, he begged off saying that the dinner would be a “bit too hoity-toity” for him. He preferred the sutler’s store, which was the social hub of Fort Laramie. Here, the officers and men could buy anything from a razor to a can of peaches, to a beer or whiskey. The latest books and newspapers from the East were also on sale, though as they came up by coach from Cheyenne after having arrived in that city by train, they were normally two weeks old. Tonight, while Duff and Meagan were having dinner with the post commandant, Elmer was at the sutler’s, eating pickled pigs’ feet, and enjoying a beer.

Sherman, Bates, and Ford had come to the sutler’s store with him, and the four men found a table and were enjoying drinks and conversation.

“You the fellas that brought in the cattle?” a sergeant asked, coming over to their table.

“That we are, Sergeant, that we are,” Elmer said.

The sergeant smiled, then stuck out his hand. “The name is Beck,” he said. “Roy Beck.”

“I’m Elmer Gleason, these here boys is Sherman, Bates, and Ford. It’s good to meet you.”

“Well, Mr. Gleason, tomorrow I intend to barbeque one of those steers. I hope you boys can stick around long enough to be able to taste it. I guarantee you, it’s goin’ to be the best thing you’ve ever put in your mouth.”

“Tell me, Sergeant Beck, have you ever cooked Angus beef?” Elmer asked.

“No, not so’s I can remember.”

“Believe me,” Elmer said. “If you had cooked it, you would remember. Now me, I’ve et just about ever’ thing from rats to buffalo hump . . . and the best thing I’ve ever et is Angus beef. So I hope you know what you’re a’ doin’.”

“I could barbeque a boot and make it good. So if Angus is as good as you say it is, then we are goin’ to have some prime eatin’.”

“Good enough,” Elmer said. “Why don’t you join me ’n’ my friends?”

“I’d be glad to,” Beck said, reaching over to get an empty chair from an adjacent table.

“Rats?” Sergeant Beck asked.

“Down in Louisiana, it was. Some folks call ’em nutrias, but what they is is big rats. They taste a lot like possum.”

“Well now, I have barbecued possum,” Sergeant Beck said.

Sherman started talking about how his mom used to cook possum and as the discussion continued, Elmer spotted a face at the far end of the bar and he was sure he had seen that man before. It took him awhile, then he remembered when, and where, he had last seen him.

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