anything happens to my horse, I wonât hesitate, Iâll just blow your head off. You got that?â
Flores tried his best to nod and breathe at the same time, his eyes wide with fear. Clint released him, let him fall to the floor.
Clint took Eclipseâs bridle and walked him out of the barn. Outside he mounted up and rode off.
*Â *Â *
Clint rode through the gate of Fontaineâs place and followed the roads to the front of the house. He dismounted, dropped Eclipseâs reins to the ground, knowing the big gelding would not move unless he had to.
He climbed the steps to the porch, then turned to look around. There was not a man in sight. He turned and knocked on the front door. A tall man wearing a white shirt, gray vest, and gray pants opened it. He was about sixty, with a shock of white hair and matching eyebrows.
âCan I help you?â
âIâd like to see Mr. Fontaine.â
âCan I say who is calling?â
âClint Adams.â
âAnd whatâs this about?â
Clint hesitated, then said, âTell him itâs about money.â
âWait here.â
*Â *Â *
Fontaine looked up as his man, Henry Gage, entered his office.
âWell?â
âHeâs here,â Gage said. âThe Gunsmith.â
âDid he scare you?â
âNo.â
âYou look scared, Gage.â
âWell, what do you want?â Gage asked. âHeâs the goddamned Gunsmith.â
âWhat did he say he wanted?â
âTo talk to you.â
âAbout what?â
âMoney.â
Fontaine laughed.
âThatâs smart,â Fontaine said. âOkay, show him in, Gage.â
TWENTY-THREE
Gage showed Clint into Peter Fontaineâs office. The walls were lined with books. The man himself sat behind a huge cherrywood desk. He appeared to be in his late forties, and even at home behind his own desk, he was wearing an expensive suit and tie. Or was he expecting company?
âMr. Adams,â he said, standing. âHave a seat.â
âWere you expecting me?â Clint asked.
âNot at all,â Fontaine said, âbut Iâve heard of you, of course.â
Clint shook Fontaineâs proffered hand and sat down.
âCan I offer you a drink?â
âToo early,â Clint said.
âCoffee?â
âNo, thanks.â
âWell then . . .â Fontaine sat back down. âPerhaps youâd like to tell me what I can do for you?â
âIâm wondering what your interest is in a horse called Whirlwind.â
âWhirlwind? I hear heâs a prime candidate for the Derby. For a local horse, I mean.â
âDo you think he can win?â
âIâm sure I donât know,â Fontaine said. âNot at this point. There are a couple of good horses coming in from out of town.â
âYes, Iâve heard of them,â I said. âBut you had a man watching Whirlwind work out yesterday.â
âDid I?â
âI tracked him from the Canby place to here,â Clint said. âYouâre not going to deny he came here, are you?â
Fontaine seemed to consider the question for a moment, then shrugged and said, âNo, why should I deny it? The fact is, I had someone watching all three of the horses.â
âEasy Going and Sunday Song?â
âYes,â Fontaine said. âI feel these are the three with the best chance to win.â
âHave you decided where to place your bet yet?â
âNot yet,â he said. âWe still have a couple of days, however.â
âYes, we do.â
âBut you didnât come here just to find out what I thought of the horse, did you?â Fontaine said. âPerhaps you thought I had a man watching you?â
âThat possibility had crossed my mind.â
âI suppose thatâs not surprising, considering your reputation. But I can assure you, I have no interest in the Gunsmith.
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