“We"ll swing south in the morning,” said Merry, as he watched the others coming down from the top of the rock. Both appeared breathless – not just from the climb, surmised Merry. “I"m assuming he"s dead?”
“They"ll all be dead pretty soon enough,” said Ritter, crossing to his horse and unhitching his water canteen. He pulled out the stopper and offered it to Nati first, who took it and drank deeply before returning it to the gunfighter.
“Hardin"s woman lives just inside the Mexican border,” said Merry. “I reckon we will be about two days behind him, now that we don"t have to hurry. By the time any lawmen learn of Scrimshaw"s death, we"ll be well on the way.”
“It"s you they"ll pin the old man"s death on,” said Nati.
They all looked at her, but no one spoke. The truth of her words was inc
