Robert B. Parker
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Once, Appaloosa law was Virgil Cole and Everett Hitch. Now it's Amos Callico, a vindictive, power-hungry tin star with bigger aims-and he could use Cole and Hitch on his side. This time the paid guns aren't for hire, which makes Callico a very vengeful man. But threatening Cole and Hitch ignites something just as dangerous.
like a stallion, and he don’t know what it is.” “Creatures don’t seem to like things they don’t know what it is,” I said. The stallion moved nervously around his herd of mares. Head up, tail up, ears forward. One of the mares was cropping grass a few feet away, separate from the herd. The stallion nipped her on the flank, and she closed with the other mares. “Stays right around here,” Virgil said. “Why you suppose he keeps them here?” I said. “Lotta herds drift.” “Good grass,” Virgil said.
“Wants me arrested,” Virgil said. “He wants that very bad,” Callico said. “Can’t say I blame him,” Virgil said. Tilda came out with a pot of coffee and poured some for us. “Tilda,” Virgil said. “Why don’t you get a cup for our friend Amos here.” “Yessir, Mr. Cole,” Tilda said. “But we both know I can’t arrest you,” Callico said. He took the cup from Tilda and held it while she poured. “You got fifty eyewitnesses that it was self-defense,” Callico said. “Didn’t know it was that many,”
promise,” I said to Laurel. She looked at Virgil. He nodded. She looked at me. I nodded. Then she nodded back at both of us. And smiled. 29 LAUREL’S SO QUIET,” Virgil said. “Folks forget she’s there, and they say things in front of her.” “Think she’ll ever talk?” I said to Virgil. “Talks to me,” Virgil said. “Think she’ll ever talk to anybody else?” I said. “Don’t know,” Virgil said. We were riding easy down a low slope. The horses had settled in for the ride, and picked their way
animals were hurt. But there was no gunfire, and it seemed almost still because of it. It was daylight. Virgil Cole walked out of the alley near the bank, and in his almost stately way walked down to the jail. In the middle of the wounded horses and men, he paused and squatted down. With the eight-gauge loaded, I walked out and joined him. He was sitting on his heels beside Chauncey Teagarden, who was sprawled protectively over the body of General Laird, with both Colts still in his hand.
down with us. “You drinking whiskey in that coffee?” Allie said. “We are,” Virgil said. “Hard to drink it without some.” “Oh, Virgil,” she said. “You know you don’t mean it.” Virgil looked at me. “ ’Course he don’t,” I said. “Everett,” Allie said. “You might pour a splash for me and Laurel.” I poured some into Allie’s coffee. “Go easy on the child,” Allie said. “Sure,” I said. “I met Mrs. Callico this afternoon, at a church meeting. A fine lady. Educated back east. Very good manners.”