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think?”
    â€œThat’s the plan,” Willard said.
    â€œSuits me.”
    â€œLet’s find someplace to put up this load.”
    Once Givens realized the two men were going to stay, he suggested that he and Roman just wait in the saloon. Eventually, Lefty and Roman showed up, and Givens and Roman told them what was going on.
    â€œSo we’re just gonna wait here?” Donnie asked.
    â€œThat’s right,” Givens said. “Those two are gonna want a drink eventually.”
    â€œSuits me,” Lefty said.
    â€œAnd I got another idea,” Givens said to Roman.
    â€œWhat?”
    â€œI’m the only one ain’t been seen by those two you tangled with,” Givens said.
    â€œ So?”
    â€œSo maybe these two would like some help from a big man like me unloading that buckboard when they get where they’re goin’.”
    Roman brightened.
    â€œThat’s a good idea.”
    â€œYeah,” Givens said. “I thought so. Why don’t you and the boys go and see what you can find out from the sheriff? There’s no point in letting them know I’m with you. When they get here, I’ll try and get myself a job.”

TWENTY-ONE
    The smell of Clint’s venison stew filled the house. Tesla was sitting at the table, reading some books. Clint cut up some onions and potatoes he had bought in Denver and added them to the stew, then mixed it.
    The rest of the meat he had butchered was hanging off the back wall of the house, in the cold, up high where animals could not reach it. He was sure the big cat was feasting on the remains of the carcass Clint had left behind for him, but when he was finished, he’d come looking for more.
    If they were going to be staying in this house for a long period of time, the day would come when he’d have to face the cat.
    When the stew was ready, he poured it into two bowls and carried them to the table. He went back to the stove and returned with coffee cups, then sat opposite Tesla. The scientist put his books aside and spooned some of the stew into his mouth.
    â€œBy God!” he exclaimed. “I don’t think I’ve ever tasted anything better.”
    â€œPart of the reason for that is that we hunted it ourselves,” Clint said. “No meat ever tastes as good.”
    â€œI can see that.” He had another bite, with potato and onion. “You’re quite a cook, Clint. I was assuming my meals would be meager while I was here. I’ll have to thank the President.”
    â€œThere’s plenty left,” Clint said. “You can have more, we can heat it later, or tomorrow for lunch.”
    â€œAnd the rest of the meat?”
    â€œHung up high, where the big cat can’t get to it—hopefully.”
    â€œWhat about other animals?”
    â€œThere are plenty,” Clint said. “Other predators. But he’s the one we have to worry about.”
    â€œWill he come at night? Try to get into the house?”
    â€œNo,” Clint said, “he’ll stay outside. But come at night? He might.”
    â€œBut we will be on the lookout for men,” Tesla said. “Will we not then be on the lookout for the cat?”
    â€œWe will,” Clint said. “On the other hand, if there are men who are coming here to kill you, maybe the cat will take care of them for us. We’ll have to wait and see.”
    Clint decided to start unloading the buckboard now, and not wait for the rest of Tesla’s equipment to show up with a couple of men to help him.
    â€œThere must be something you have that we can bring in ourselves now,” Clint said.
    â€œIt’s all pretty heavy,” Tesla said.
    He was right. Apart from some antennae that were easy to carry, the rest of it was metal and heavy.
    Tesla was apparently able to sit in one place for long periods of time and think about his experiments. Although Clint could sit comfortably in the evening and read, during