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    â€œUsually, by the shoe,” Clint said. “Something about the shoe.”
    â€œWhat about this one?”
    â€œI’ll show you when we find it.”
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    â€œThere.”
    It was an hour later. Clint pointed, then turned and looked up at Weaver.
    â€œYou have to dismount to see it.”
    Weaver dismounted, looked around nervously.
    â€œWe’re not being watched, Ben,” Clint said. “Nobody knows we’re coming.”
    Weaver walked over to where Clint was crouched, looked at the track Clint was pointing at.
    â€œThere.”
    â€œWhat is that?”
    â€œIt’s a triangle,” Clint said. “See it? On the shoe.”
    â€œWho would put a triangle on a horseshoe?” Weaver asked, peering intently.
    â€œWe’ll probably never know that,” Clint told him, “but at least now we know we’re going in the right direction.”

TWENTY-TWO
    â€œThat why you wanted to come here?” Dolan asked Santee when they were in the cantina. “To see your daughter?”
    â€œIt is one reason.”
    â€œYou old bandit,” the Irishman said. “I didn’t think you had a heart.”
    â€œWe all have hearts, senor ,” Santee said. “It is when they stop beating that we are in trouble.”
    â€œSantee, sometimes I think yer as smart as me own mother,” Dolan said, laughing.
    â€œShe was a wise woman?”
    â€œShe was a dirty whore,” Dolan said, “but yeah, she was a wise woman.”
    At that moment Ed Grey and Billy Ludlow came busting through the door. Grey’s eyes were ablaze as he set them on Dolan. He came rushing across the room, but, before he could do anything stupid, Santee stood up and stopped him.
    â€œHe will kill you, Ed,” Santee said. “Don’t be foolish.”
    â€œI’m better with a gun than he is,” Grey said.
    â€œThat is probably true,” Santee said, “but Dolan is a man who kills for the pleasure of it. He would surely kill you before you could do him any harm.”
    â€œHe’s right, Ed,” Ludlow said, coming up behind him. “Come on, let’s go to the bar and get a beer.”
    Grey looked at Dolan, who was grinning up at him.
    â€œGo ahead, Ed,” Dolan said, “have a beer. I’m buyin’.”
    Grey hesitated, then allowed himself to be pulled away by Ludlow. Santee sat down.
    â€œYou plannin’ on seein’ the girl while we’re here?” Dolan asked, as if Grey and Ludlow had never interrupted them.
    â€œNo.”
    â€œSo you just wanted to lay your eyes on her?”
    â€œ Sí .”
    â€œSo you’re not wantin’ to stay here?”
    â€œNo,” Santee said, “we can move on—unless you want to stay.”
    â€œIs there a bigger town up ahead?”
    â€œ Sí , many bigger.”
    â€œThen we’ll move on,” Dolan said, “but first I want to leave a message for my friend, McBeth.”
    â€œA message?”
    â€œYes,” Dolan said, “you know a couple of good men in this town?”
    â€œGood . . . how?”
    â€œOh, I don’t mean religious, or anything like that,” Dolan said, “I mean pretty good with a gun.”
    â€œThere are a few.”
    â€œWe only need two.”
    â€œYou want them to kill McBeth?”
    â€œOh, no,” Dolan said, “I am going to do that myself, for sure.”
    â€œThen what—”
    â€œLike I said,” Dolan replied, cutting him off, “I just want to leave him a little message.”
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    Santee brought two men to the cantina to see Dolan, then joined Grey and Ludlow at the bar.
    â€œWhat’s goin’ on?” Ludlow asked.
    â€œI do not know,” Santee said. “He wanted two men, I brought him two men.”
    â€œHe gonna have them kill that lawman that’s been followin’ him?” Grey asked.
    â€œHe says no,” Santee