roared. Wounded in the leg, Emma screamed. The soldier dropped the pistol and raised his hands. Benton, the house dealer, drew his Colt and would have shot the soldier in the back, but for Nathan. He drew his Colt and shot Benton. That should have ended it, but Edward Beard cut loose with a Colt. The soldiers who had argued with Emma escaped, but Beard, firing wildly, gunned down two innocent soldiers. Private Doley took a slug in the throat, at the base of his tongue, while his companion, Private Boyle had his right ankle shattered. Every other soldier in the saloon went to the aid of their wounded comrades, taking them away. The Colt still in his hand, Beard stalked across the floor and confronted Nathan.
âDamn it,â he shouted, âif you had to shoot somebody, why didnât you shoot the fool who shot Emma?â
âBecause Benton was about to shoot an unarmed soldier in the back,â said Nathan coldly. âYouâve just shot two men who had done nothing. Iâd say youâre in deep enough, already.â
âIâll be the judge of that,â Beard shouted. âNow you and Kinzer tote Benton out back. This is bad for business.â
Nathan and Kinzer carried Benton out the back door and put him down. Kinzer wiped his brow and spoke.
âHeâs bought himself a mess of trouble. Hurt a soldier, and the rest of them will come down on you like a pack of lobo wolves.â
Nathan said nothing, but Kinzer spoke the truth. Wound or kill a soldierâwhatever the reasonâand his comrades were likely to show up with fire in their eyes and guns in their hands. It was but a matter of time, and for Edward Beard that time arrived quickly.
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Nathan had taken a hotel room in Wichita, stabling his horses in a nearby livery. Each time he rode to Beardâs saloon, he had taken to leaving Cotton Blossom at the livery, with the packhorse. The dog hated saloons, was ever on his guard, and was capable of biting some clumsy drunk. The night after Beard had shot the two soldiers, it was ominously quiet, with nobody at the poker tables. Two or three men were upstairs, but none of the soldiers had returned.
âTheyâll be back,â Kinzer predicted, âand thereâll be hell to pay.â
âJust shut up!â Beard shouted, but he obviously was worried, for in addition to his Colt, he carried a Winchester under his arm.
âTheyâll come back and kill us all,â Emma whined.
Nathan said nothing. He had no intention of being caught on the short end of a gun fight with the Union army. It started with the sound of a shot, the tinkle of glass, and a slug through a saloon window.
âEverâbody out,â a voice shouted, âand nobody gets hurt. Weâre burninâ this place to the ground.â
âLike hell,â Beard replied. He cut loose with the Winchester, firing wildly through the windows into the darkness. âShoot, damn it,â he bawled at Nathan and Kinzer.
âThereâs nobody to shoot at, you damn fool,â said Nathan in disgust. âYouâve played out your string. Donât make it any worse.â
But Beard seemed not to hear. He continued firing into the night, and while he had no targets, the soldiers did. The dozen hanging lamps began exploding, scattering flaming coal oil everywhere. One of the lamps showered Beard with burning oil. He dropped the Winchester and threw himself on the floor, rolling, trying to extinguish the flames. There were screams from upstairs, as the attackers took aim at lamps through upstairs windows. Girls practically fell down the stairs in various stages of dress and undress, while men fought their way down, boots in their hands. But the vengeful soldiers were not depending on the shattered lamps and scattered coal oil. They had brought coal oil of their own, and soon flames were racing up outside walls and licking in through shattered windows. Smoke swept down the stairs
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