charginâ in and tried to bust into the express car,â Farnum went on. âFrom what I hear, there was a big money shipment in there. Reckon the outlaws mustâve known about it somehow. The Wells Fargo guards were waitinâ for âem, though. There was a hell of a gun battle.â
âHow do you know all this?â I asked him. If the holdup happened that morning, then news of it had reached Largo mighty fast.
âCharley Davenport and his wife were down in the county seat last night. They took their old maid daughter to town to put her on an eastbound train. Sheâs goinâ to visit relatives in Dallas and find herself a husband. Then they stayed the night and came back today. Stopped by here on the way to their place and told me all about it. It was the talk of the town.â
I had met Charley Davenport once, here at Farnumâs. His spread was farther west. Seemed like a good sort, if a little closemouthed. I had a hunch it was Mrs. Davenport whoâd done most of the talking about the robbery.
âAnyway,â Farnum went on, seeming a little put out that Iâd interrupted him, âone of the guards was wounded in all the shootinâ, but two of the bandits were killed and the other four got away. The way I hear it, one of âem was wounded.â
âThey didnât get the money?â
âNary a penny. Those guards are heroes, if you ask me.â
I hadnât asked him, and given my background, I had a hard time seeing it the same way he did. Of course, I didnât particularly admire the holdup men, either. To my way of thinking, what theyâd done was crude and sloppy. They could have killed dozens of innocent people by derailing the locomotive. There are less destructive ways of stopping a train.
But a derailment was effective, I had to give them that. A train canât run if itâs not on the rails. And a crash likely would have busted the express car open and might have even killed the guards, so they could have waltzed in and made off with that loot pretty easy. Thatâs fine and dandy, if all you care about is the money.
âWhat happened after the robbers lit out?â I asked.
âThe conductor shinnied up a telegraph pole and cut in on the wire,â Farnum said. âHe got help from the county seat. Sheriff Lester went charginâ out there with a posse, sent the wounded guard back to town, and took off after the bandits. Thatâs the last Charley and his missus heard about it, so I donât know if they caught the varmints yet or not.â
I didnât really care one way or the other, but at least the sheriff would be busy for a while chasing after outlaws and wouldnât have time to wonder about me and how Iâd got hold of Abner Tillotsonâs ranch.
âThe railroadâs shut down,â Farnum added. âTheyâll have to send a work train out, maybe all the way from San Antone. Wouldnât surprise me if they donât get the mess cleaned up until sometime tomorrow. Maybe even the next day.â
âWell, Iâm not planninâ on going anywhere, so that wonât cause me any problems.â I took the list Iâd written out of my pocket. âI need a pound of coffee, some beans . . .â
I told him the rest of the supplies I needed, and he started gathering them up with a surly expression on his face. He would have rather gossiped some more about the train robbery than do any actual work.
Iâd heard enough about it, though, and it had stirred up some uncomfortable memories for me. I donât plan on apologizing for anything Iâve done in the past, and I learned a long time ago that regrets donât change a damned thing. But I didnât need any reminders, either. I especially didnât cotton to the avid look on Farnumâs face when he talked about the engineer and the fireman dying in the crash, or the way he eagerly described the shootout
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