apprehension of a criminal. The tradition dates back centuries to Englandââ
âYeah, well, I donât give a damn about what they do in England.â
âIn that case . . . no. Sheriff Axtell in White Fork didnât authorize payment of the reward.â
That seemed to surprise Tyler. He frowned, swallowed the last bite of biscuit, and said, âWhy not?â
âIt seems thereâs a provision stating that you have to be turned over to him personally before the reward will be paid.â
Tylerâs eyes got wide. Even in the bad light, Luke could tell that the young manâs face had turned pale. Tyler said, âNo. Hell, no!â
âWhat do you mean? You had to be aware that if you were captured, youâd be taken back to White Fork for trial. I admit, Iâm a bit annoyed by this development. I expected that the sheriff up there would send some deputies to collect you, or come himself. But I suppose I can deliver you if thatâs what I have to do.â
Tyler leaned back against the wall and started to laugh, although there was no humor in the sound. In fact, it was downright bleak. Luke put up with it for a moment, then said, âWhatâs so blasted funny?â
âYou, Jensen,â Tyler said. âYouâre a damned fool. You really think youâre gonna ride up there and get that reward?â
âThatâs exactly what I think.â
âWell, youâre wrong. Youâll never make it to White Fork alive, and neither will I! Axtell and that gang of murderers he calls his deputies will see to that!â
* * *
Before Luke could ask what Tyler meant by that brazen claim, someone knocked on the office door. He had locked it after Mary left, and since Donovan surely had his own key, that meant the visitor was someone else.
Luke turned and walked out of the cell block, but it was hard to put Tylerâs stricken expression out of his mind. The prisoner really had looked terrified for a moment.
Drawing one of the Remingtons, which he had carefully cleaned and oiled during the night, Luke asked through the door, âWhoâs there?â
âItâs me, Mr. Jensen,â a young voice answered. âHardy McCoy. I got your clean clothes.â
Luke glanced at the heap of muddy clothing he had discarded after the battle with Hobson. They were piled in the corner, and there was no time to get them cleaned at the local laundry. He would have to stuff them in his saddlebag and take them with him when he left with Tyler. Maybe when they came to a stream, he could stop long enough to rinse the dried mud out of them.
Keeping the revolver in his hand, Luke unlocked the door and opened it. Hardy stared at the gun as he came in carrying a paper-wrapped bundle with twine tied around it.
âYou figurinâ on shootinâ somebody else, Mr. Jensen?â the redheaded boy asked.
âNot unless I have to.â
âWell, I sure wonât give you no cause to ventilate me.â
Luke chuckled and said, âI didnât expect that you would, Hardy. Youâre up awfully early.â
âNaw, Mr. Beale genârally has me up and workinâ at some chore before the sun rises. Iâm an orphan, you know, and he gives me a place to sleep, so I got to work for my room and board.â
âA boy like you, whoâs accustomed to hard work, will go far in this world,â Luke told him.
âI hope so. I wouldnât mind seeinâ Laramie or Cheyenne one of these days.â
Luke laughed again, holstered the Remington, and took the bundle of clothes from Hardy. He gave the boy a silver dollar and said, âMy saddlebags and rifle should still be in the room I was supposed to use last night. Can you get them and bring them over here?â
âSure thing, Mr. Jensen!â
Hardy hurried out. Luke took advantage of the momentary privacy to get out of the borrowed duds and pull on his own clothes. He had put his
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