ThirteenIn the Silver Dime saloon
From his viewpoint on a raised mound, Talpas levelled his field glasses on the receding shapes of four riders, making their way slowly out of the town. He sucked in air through his teeth and wished he had more chewing tobacco. It helped him think, for now he was in two minds. Whether to continue following and risk being spotted, or wait, then try to pick up their trail. Tracking was never a strong point of his, so he decided to take a gamble, ride into town and find out if anyone knew where the g**g's destination might be. Because four men constituted a g**g, and he wondered who the new additions might be. Lol always did have a gift for attracting the more questionable individuals in any community. Perhaps he'd hit the mark yet again.
Taking his time, Ta
