treated himself. âSix should do me. Scrambled.â
Glenda laid out slices of bacon in a frying pan, then broke eggs into another. She made toast, too, and set out jam.
Jennifer joined them as her mother was setting out plates. She wore a bright blue dress and had tied her hair back with a matching ribbon and looked fresh-scrubbed and happy. âMorning, everyone.â
âMy, arenât you in a good mood,â Glenda said. âNormally youâre a grump this early in the day. I take it you slept well after our little disturbance?â
âNothing little about it,â Jennifer said with a secret wink at Fargo. âBut yes, I slept better than I have in ages.â
Constance shuffled in, still in a robe. âThe smells woke me up,â she said, stifling a yawn.
âGo back upstairs and get dressed,â Glenda said. âWe have company.â
âItâs only him,â Constance said, with a nod at Fargo. âHe saw me like this last night.â
âThatâs not the point.â
âIf you insist,â Constance grumbled, making it sound as if it were the greatest inconvenience ever inflicted on a human being.
Fargo took his time eating. Heâd be in the saddle most of the day, and who knew how many days after. Little was said. Constance was sullen. Glenda seemed to be thinking hard about something. As for Jennifer, sheâd give him sly smiles when she thought her mother and sister werenât looking.
By eight Fargo was in the saddle.
âI still donât see what you hope to accomplish,â Glenda remarked. âNot when you donât have a clue where he is.â
âHe knows where I am,â Fargo said.
âDonât let anything happen to you if you can help it. Iâm counting on you for my half of the bounty.â
âNice to know you care,â Fargo said.
A jab of his spurs, and he rode down the main street to the north end of Meridian. Beyond, he passed isolated cabins. At one a dog barked. At another children waved.
He never once looked back. If he was right, it wouldnât do to let on that he suspected.
The road ended at the edge of forest that stretched on forever. He went a dozen yards in and drew rein. It wasnât long before a rider appeared. To say he was surprised was putting it mildly. It wasnât an outlaw.
Dismounting, he walked the Ovaro behind a blue spruce, shucked the Henry from the saddle scabbard, and waited to show himself until hooves clomped on the carpet of pine needles.
Leveling the Henry as he stepped into the open, Fargo said, âWell, look who it is.â
Marshal Theodore Cripdin jerked on his reins. âYou!â he blurted. He blinked, then asked, âWhat are you doing here?â
âWaiting for you.â
Cripdin switched his reins from one hand to the other. âHow can that be? I decided to go for a ride on the spur of the moment.â
âBullshit,â Fargo said. âYouâre following me.â
âWhy would I do that?â
âFor Blasingame.â
âYouâre loco.â Cripdin tapped his badge. âIâm not part of his gang.â
âYou were watching Glendaâs house last night.â
âI did no such thing,â Cripdin said. âI was home in bed.â
âWhy donât I believe you?â Fargo asked. âYou wouldnât be the first tin star Iâve come across who isnât worthy to wear a badge.â
âNow see here,â Cripdin blustered. âYou might not think much of me but Iâm honest.â
âYet here you are.â
âIâm out for a ride, I tell you.â
Fargo raised the Henry to his shoulder. âHereâs how it will be. Youâll turn around and go back to town. If Blasingame asks, tell him I was on to you and didnât leave you any choice.â
âYou think you know everything but you donât.â
âIf I catch you following me
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