“I won’t give you up,” she said without inflection.
“Jesus Christ,” Wyatt said and turned and went through the parlor and out the front door.
Carrying the Winchester, Wyatt walked up Fremont Street, his boots making soft sounds in the thick dirt. The morning sun was behind him and his shadow spilled out in front of him, angular and much too long. It was already warm, and the sky was high and cloudless. He turned up Fourth Street, past Spangenberg’s Gun Shop on his left, and on the other side, farther up, at the corner of Allen Street, the Can Can Restaurant where he had had breakfast with Charlie Shibell and talked of being a deputy. Long time ago, Wyatt thought. He turned right on Allen past Hafford’s. Across the street, Johnny Behan came out of the Grand Hotel; he saw Wyatt and waved. Wyatt touched his hat brim and kept going. Johnny was a genial man. Careful about giving offense.
CHRONICLE
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CHRISTIAN TEMPERANCE UNION
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THE HARVARD FOOTBALL ELEVEN
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AMERICAN MARINES AT ALEXANDRIA
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REPORTS OF THE SUPERINTENDENT
OF THE YELLOWSTONE PARK
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NIHILISTIC STUDENTS ARRESTED
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MILWAUKEE BEER
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MEN WITH A SWEET TOOTH
“Hear Johnny’s been coming around after Josie,” Virgil said.
“Yeah. It’s her house. She’s told him she don’t want to see him, but he comes around some anyways.”
“Going to do anything about that?”
Wyatt smiled.
“Morgan maybe done it for me,” he said.
“Oh?”
A freight wagon pulled by six sweat-darkened mules labored past, heading east up Allen Street. There were three whiskey barrels standing upright and lashed side by side to the back of the driver’s seat.
“I was up in Tucson couple weeks back, with Winders, about that new shaft extension on the Mountain Maid. I knew Johnny’d been after Josie about letting him back in, so I asked Morgan to keep an eye on her. You know Morgan wants to be a tough nut like his brothers.”
Virgil smiled.
“He is a tough nut,” Virgil said.
“Like his brothers,” Wyatt said.
“ ’Cept maybe a little too quick sometimes,” Virgil said, “proving it.”
“Hell, Virg, you remember when you was his age.”
Virgil grinned again. “I was never his age. What’d he do?”
“Well, Josie told me that Morgan came by, said he was going to sort of sit around for a while, case Johnny showed up and bothered her. So she gave him some coffee and they sat in the living room and they talked. You know Morgan.”
“He could talk to a sage chicken,” Virgil said.
“Yep, and then sure enough, Johnny comes knocking at the door and Josie lets him in, and there’s Morg sitting there with his coffee. Well, Johnny says, ‘What the hell is he doing there?’ And Morgan says he’s keeping company with his brother’s girlfriend. And Johnny tells him to get out of his house, and Josie reminds him it ain’t Johnny’s house. It’s her house paid for by her father, and Johnny says it don’t give her the right to live in it and be a slut for the Earps. So Morgan knocks him down, and Johnny gets up, and Josie says Morgan was annoyed as hell. ‘I’m losing my goddamned punch,’ he says, and knocks Johnny down again, and this time Johnny stays down for a while, and when he gets up, sort of tottering, Morgan runs him out the front door.”
“Good, Johnny wasn’t packing,” Virgil said.
“Wouldn’t matter if he was,” Wyatt said. “He wouldn’t jerk on Morgan.”
“You never know,” Virgil said. “You never know how far you can push somebody.”
A single rider with a big hat and a checkered blue shirt rode a lathered chestnut horse up Fifth Street and turned the corner. He reined and got off the horse in front of the Oriental across Fifth Street from the Crystal Palace. He led the horse down to the watering trough in front of the Arcade and let him drink. Then he brought the chestnut back and tied him to the rack in front of the Oriental and went in.
“Josie thinks it’s Johnny doing most of the talking about Doc holding up the stage,” Wyatt said.
“Be a way to get at you,” Virgil said.
“Sort of roundabout, ain’t it?” Wyatt said.
“Johnny’s a roundabout guy,” Virgil said.
Wyatt nodded, as much to himself as to Virgil. Below the window, three whores walked up Allen Street toward Sixth Street carrying groceries. Wyatt recognized them. They worked for Nosey Kate Lowe. They’d have an early supper at Nosey Kate’s and get ready for work.
“I was to find Leonard, Head and Crane,” Wyatt said. “Might sort of settle the question.”
“Guess it would,” Virgil said. “You got an idea how you’re going to do that?”
“Well, they’re someplace,” Wyatt said.
“Guess so,” Virgil said.
“And somebody knows where.”
“Specifying who?” Virgil said.
“Well, I’d be willing to bet Ike Clanton knows.”
“Ike rides with the cowboys. Him and the McLaurys,” Virgil said. “You think Ike will turn in his friends to help you?”
“Sure,” Wyatt said. “Make it worth his while.”
“He don’t like us,” Virgil said.
“I ain’t going to ask him to do it ’cause he likes us.”
“What you got to offer him?”
“I’ll think of something,” Wyatt said.
“I expect you will,” Virgil said. “Just don’t get yourself in a position where you got to trust Ike.”
“Not likely,” Wyatt said. “But maybe I can get Leonard and the boys to trust Ike.”
“Be a stupid thing for them to do,” Virgil said.
“Which one of them three boys you figure to be the smartest?” Wyatt said.
Virgil grinned.
“I’d say none of them.”
“That sounds right to me,” Wyatt said.
Twenty-seven
“I want the credit for capturing those three boys,” Wyatt said. “Be a big help to me if I run for sheriff, and it’ll take the pressure off Doc.”
“Meaning you’ll get them to confess and it’ll clear Doc’s name,” Clanton said.
He had on a white cotton shirt. He had rolled the sleeves up and unbuttoned the collar. Sweat was glossy on his neck and his bare arms. He swallowed a shot of whiskey and some beer.
“That’s about right,” Wyatt said.
“But I get the reward,” Clanton said.
“You get them back here where I can grab them and you get the money.”
“Secret.”
“If that’s how you want it,” Wyatt said.
“If I was to do this at all,” Clanton said, “it’s got to be that way. They ride with Brocius and Ringo. They was to find out I turned them boys in, I ain’t got a snowball’s chance in hell of living to spend the money.”