cold tonight. But those boulders are hot from the dayâs sun, and theyâll stay warm for hours. Put your back to one. Before you turn in, dig a little wallowâitâll help keep your body heat trapped under your blanket.â
âYou know,â Sitch remarked as the two men shared a smoke, âIron Mike Scully is going to fart blood when he sees what you did to his bootlick.â
âI know that,â Fargo replied. âThatâs why I roughed him up. Best way to cure a boil is to lance it. I donât pussyfoot once I know who my enemies are. Besides, men make stupid mistakes when they get boiling mad.â
âItâs the odds that make me nervous,â Sitch admitted, palming the wheel of his newly acquired six-shooter. âSheriff Vance canât be a cowardânot if the Texas Rangers took him on. But heâs well past his salad days and mostly seems concerned about his digestion.â
âHe wonât likely be much use,â Fargo agreed. âHeâs counting out the days until he gets his pension. But I was smart to talk him into deputizing meâhe knows who Iâm after, and he knows Scully and his bunch are criminal trash. I think Vance is mostly honest, and so long as we donât get too obvious with our tactics, weâll have his blessing to put the kibosh on those red sashes.â
Fargo hesitated for a few minutes before adding, âBut thereâs some questions I want answered first. And a woman I hope we can find.â
Sitch popped the cylinder of the Remington out and shook the loads into his hand. Then Fargo heard the metallic click of the hammer striking over and over on empty chambers.
âKnock that shit off,â he snapped. âYou never dry-fire a weapon like that. It can damage the firing pin.â
âI didnât know that.â
âDoesnât seem to be much you know when it comes to anything useful, except that youâre some pumpkins with that whip. Iâll give you that. Have you ever fired a handgun?â
âYeah, I won an old hogleg pistol in a card game back in Arkansas. I use to plink at targets, and I did all right under twenty yards or so from the target.â
âMost shootouts with a short gun are close range, so thatâs not too bad.â
The men finished their smoke in silence, Fargo enjoying the warmth radiating from the boulder he had selected.
âFargo,â Sitch spoke up, âdo you feel safe enough now for another joke?â
âAll right, but if it isnât funny Iâll shoot you.â
âThis freighter gets to a town and goes on one helluva bender, see. He gets blind drunk, and the next thing he knows heâs waking up on the ground outside of a saloon, all busted up, teeth missing, nose broke, his head throbbing like an Indian war drum. The first thing he sees when he opens his eyes is these tiny little turds dancing in a circle around him.
ââHello, there!â one of the turds sings out. âWeâre living shit, and some buffalo hunter just kicked us out of you.ââ
Fargo laughed appreciatively. âThatâs not too bad,â he admitted. âIâm glad I wonât have to waste a bullet on you.â
Sitch stood up and walked out past the boulders to urinate. Fargo felt his eyelids growing heavy. Suddenly:
âJesus Christ and various saints! Fargo, come see this!â
Fargo saw it the moment he cleared the ring of boulders: out in the sky, in the direction of Rough and Ready, what appeared to be the ghostly phenomenon that the old hostler Peatross had mentioned earlierâan eerie swirling of colored lights: red, yellow, purple, amber. They wavered and shimmered, one changing into the other.
âThe hell?â Sitch exclaimed. âYou ever seen anything like that?â
âIâve seen the northern lights and they look something like that. But this is a lot closer. Iâve seen rainbows do
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