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sure it matters who they buried here in Durango by the same name. The real mystery, as soon as you study on it, was why in thunder anybody would check into any rooming house as Calvert Tyger to begin with."
Amarillo Annie arched her spine to encourage his questing moist glans as she shrugged her bare shoulders and suggested, "Isn't it likely somebody checking into a place on the sneak would give them a false name, darling?"
To which he could only reply, with a friendly thrust indeed, "I just said that was the mysterious part. Why in thunder would even a wanted outlaw check into anywhere under the name of another wanted outlaw? Calvert Tyger was wanted more seriously than the late Brick Flanders. I'm still working on who the cuss here in Durango might have been. But no matter who he was or what he was hiding, would it make sense for him to register under a name appearing on all those federal wanted flyers?"
She thrust her bare bottom upwards and backwards to encourage him as she insisted, "Whoever they were, and whyever they did it, they did it, didn't they? Maybe they thought this Calvert cuss wasn't wanted as badly as they were. Wouldn't that explain it?"
He muttered, "Not hardly. The bounty on Jesse James is double that of the one on Billy the Kid. But could you see Jesse checking into some hotel as Billy the Kid, so the local law wouldn't check up on who might be bedded down upstairs?"
She agreed that sounded dumb, and asked if she could get on top again if he was going to take so infernally long while he chewed a poor girl's ear off. So he let her, and he was glad he had, once she'd braced a bare heel to either side of his naked hip and literally jerked him off with her shapely bounding body. For it was true what some kindly philosopher, likely French, had said about a man's mind never being clearer than right after a good lay.
He felt sane as hell as he lay there in the cozy candlelight with a pretty gal snuggled close and telling him how smart he was. His completely satisfied flesh let his brain drift any way it wanted to as it tried to make sense out of the little he really knew.
The only trouble was, thinking clear and detached as he was, he still couldn't make a lick of sense of anything he'd been able to find out so far.
CHAPTER 6
The Durango Free Press was set up across from the Western Union office near the depot. Longarm found a little gray gnome sticking type behind the counter blocking access to the presses and such in back of him. Longarm introduced himself, and the gnome looked sort of wistful and went on about his two-fisted chore as he asked what he could do for a cuss who didn't want to place an advertisement or even buy a damned paper.
Longarm said, "I've already read your swell paper over breakfast with a pal this morning. Read some back issues on the premises as well. I know you never run no photo-engravings of that jasper who went up in smoke as Calvert Tyger a spell back, but in the unlikely event you took any pictures of the dismal scene..."
"We never did," the gnome said. "We can't afford that newfangled Ben Day process, and if we could we'd have never wanted to run no picture of that mess they hauled outten that burnt-down rooming house across the tracks. I heard you was in town and considering an exhumation order. Take my advice and leave the well-done remains in the ground. His own mother wouldn't have recognized him as they were lowering him down, and the worms have had their way with him by this time."
Longarm nodded soberly. "A tad over six feet tall and weighing around one-eighty, the last anyone on our side saw of him alive and raw. Might have been harder to judge as they dug him out of the ashes curled up in a ball and baked like a potato, though."
The older man grimaced. "You'd do well to rake your spuds out of the coals before they bake that black. I was there and it could have been most any cuss, or critter, you'd like it to be. But your description of Calvert Tyger don't fit
Amarillo Annie arched her spine to encourage his questing moist glans as she shrugged her bare shoulders and suggested, "Isn't it likely somebody checking into a place on the sneak would give them a false name, darling?"
To which he could only reply, with a friendly thrust indeed, "I just said that was the mysterious part. Why in thunder would even a wanted outlaw check into anywhere under the name of another wanted outlaw? Calvert Tyger was wanted more seriously than the late Brick Flanders. I'm still working on who the cuss here in Durango might have been. But no matter who he was or what he was hiding, would it make sense for him to register under a name appearing on all those federal wanted flyers?"
She thrust her bare bottom upwards and backwards to encourage him as she insisted, "Whoever they were, and whyever they did it, they did it, didn't they? Maybe they thought this Calvert cuss wasn't wanted as badly as they were. Wouldn't that explain it?"
He muttered, "Not hardly. The bounty on Jesse James is double that of the one on Billy the Kid. But could you see Jesse checking into some hotel as Billy the Kid, so the local law wouldn't check up on who might be bedded down upstairs?"
She agreed that sounded dumb, and asked if she could get on top again if he was going to take so infernally long while he chewed a poor girl's ear off. So he let her, and he was glad he had, once she'd braced a bare heel to either side of his naked hip and literally jerked him off with her shapely bounding body. For it was true what some kindly philosopher, likely French, had said about a man's mind never being clearer than right after a good lay.
He felt sane as hell as he lay there in the cozy candlelight with a pretty gal snuggled close and telling him how smart he was. His completely satisfied flesh let his brain drift any way it wanted to as it tried to make sense out of the little he really knew.
The only trouble was, thinking clear and detached as he was, he still couldn't make a lick of sense of anything he'd been able to find out so far.
CHAPTER 6
The Durango Free Press was set up across from the Western Union office near the depot. Longarm found a little gray gnome sticking type behind the counter blocking access to the presses and such in back of him. Longarm introduced himself, and the gnome looked sort of wistful and went on about his two-fisted chore as he asked what he could do for a cuss who didn't want to place an advertisement or even buy a damned paper.
Longarm said, "I've already read your swell paper over breakfast with a pal this morning. Read some back issues on the premises as well. I know you never run no photo-engravings of that jasper who went up in smoke as Calvert Tyger a spell back, but in the unlikely event you took any pictures of the dismal scene..."
"We never did," the gnome said. "We can't afford that newfangled Ben Day process, and if we could we'd have never wanted to run no picture of that mess they hauled outten that burnt-down rooming house across the tracks. I heard you was in town and considering an exhumation order. Take my advice and leave the well-done remains in the ground. His own mother wouldn't have recognized him as they were lowering him down, and the worms have had their way with him by this time."
Longarm nodded soberly. "A tad over six feet tall and weighing around one-eighty, the last anyone on our side saw of him alive and raw. Might have been harder to judge as they dug him out of the ashes curled up in a ball and baked like a potato, though."
The older man grimaced. "You'd do well to rake your spuds out of the coals before they bake that black. I was there and it could have been most any cuss, or critter, you'd like it to be. But your description of Calvert Tyger don't fit
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