Gunsmith #362 : Buffalo Soldiers (9781101554388) by J. R. Roberts Page B
Authors: J. R. Roberts
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open, and there were still shots, these coming from Bass Reeves’s room…
The bartender and the second man turned, their eyes wide as they saw Reeves, and they tried to bring their guns to bear. But Bass Reeves had not stated the matter clearly enough. It was not only a bad idea, but a decidedly deadly one.
“-Wait—” the bartender yelled, but it was too late. Reeves killed him and the second man just as the third and fourth men got the door open again and came running into the room.
When they saw the naked black man with the gun, they stopped and one of them said, “Whoa!”
That was way too late. They knew Reeves was goingto fire. One man squeezed his eyes shut so he wouldn’t see it coming. The other man tried to bring his gun around. Neither man had chosen the right course of action, and in seconds they were both dead.
Reeves heard the shots in the hall, and rushed for the door…
Clint saw Reeves come rushing from his room after the last shot, and now he and the black deputy marshal were standing there, naked, brandishing guns.
Reeves looked up and down the hall, saw people peering out of their rooms, and shouted, “Back inside!”
They withdrew their heads and shoulders and slammed their doors.
“Have you got a girl in your room, Bass?” Clint asked him.
“Yeah, I do,” Bass Reeves said, “the blond saloon girl.”
“Yeah, I got the brunette,” Clint said. “I’ll bring her into your room. Let’s find out if they were in on this.”
“Right.”
Reeves went back into his room and got Letty out from under the bed. By that time Clint had dragged the naked brunette into the room. There was a lot of smooth, pale skin in evidence. Clint had taken the time to pull on his pants, so Reeves did the same. Now the skin that was showing was mostly female.
There was some commotion in the hall now that Clint and Reeves were not there. Clint slammed the door of Reeves’s room. It wouldn’t close firmly, but it stayed just ajar.
“Are you ladies aware what just happened?” Clint asked.
“No,” Letty said. “I—I was under the bed.”
Clint looked at Julie.
“Seems to me you killed some men who were tryin’ to kill you.”
“And is that what you’ll tell the sheriff?” Clint asked.
She smirked and said, “Well, yeah, but it won’t matter much.”
“Why not?”
“Because he ain’t much of a sheriff.”
“You let us worry about that,” Reeves said. “What we wanna know now is, what—if anythin’—did you two know about this?”
“Wha—” Letty said.
“God, no!” Julia said. “You think if I knew lead was gonna be flying, I’d be here?”
Clint studied her. She didn’t look as frightened as her friend, Letty, but both girls looked to him to be telling the truth.
“You gals better get dressed,” he told the naked women. “We’re probably going to be having some company soon.”
Letty grabbed her clothes, and she and Julie ran to Clint’s room to get dressed.
“You believe them?” Reeves asked.
“Yeah, I do,” Clint said, scratching his head. “There was too much of a chance of them getting hurt for them to be in on it.”
“I guess you’re right.”
“Too bad,” Clint said. “I was sort of having a good time.”
“When did you realize what was happenin’?” the black deputy asked.
“Oh,” Clint said, “I had an idea that even if they weren’t in on it, somebody might use them as a distraction anyway. I didn’t like the looks we were getting in the saloon. I think I know why the town is called Poison Springs. It’s not exactly friendly.”
“Did it ever occur to you to warn me?” Reeves asked his friend.
“Oh, I knew you’d hear them coming down the hall like a herd of cattle,” Clint said.
“Yeah, well,” Reeves said, “you better go get dressed if the sheriff’s comin’.”
“And then we’ll get our rooms changed,” Clint suggested.
“Why bother?” Reeves asked. “Let’s just saddle up and get out of here before
The bartender and the second man turned, their eyes wide as they saw Reeves, and they tried to bring their guns to bear. But Bass Reeves had not stated the matter clearly enough. It was not only a bad idea, but a decidedly deadly one.
“-Wait—” the bartender yelled, but it was too late. Reeves killed him and the second man just as the third and fourth men got the door open again and came running into the room.
When they saw the naked black man with the gun, they stopped and one of them said, “Whoa!”
That was way too late. They knew Reeves was goingto fire. One man squeezed his eyes shut so he wouldn’t see it coming. The other man tried to bring his gun around. Neither man had chosen the right course of action, and in seconds they were both dead.
Reeves heard the shots in the hall, and rushed for the door…
Clint saw Reeves come rushing from his room after the last shot, and now he and the black deputy marshal were standing there, naked, brandishing guns.
Reeves looked up and down the hall, saw people peering out of their rooms, and shouted, “Back inside!”
They withdrew their heads and shoulders and slammed their doors.
“Have you got a girl in your room, Bass?” Clint asked him.
“Yeah, I do,” Bass Reeves said, “the blond saloon girl.”
“Yeah, I got the brunette,” Clint said. “I’ll bring her into your room. Let’s find out if they were in on this.”
“Right.”
Reeves went back into his room and got Letty out from under the bed. By that time Clint had dragged the naked brunette into the room. There was a lot of smooth, pale skin in evidence. Clint had taken the time to pull on his pants, so Reeves did the same. Now the skin that was showing was mostly female.
There was some commotion in the hall now that Clint and Reeves were not there. Clint slammed the door of Reeves’s room. It wouldn’t close firmly, but it stayed just ajar.
“Are you ladies aware what just happened?” Clint asked.
“No,” Letty said. “I—I was under the bed.”
Clint looked at Julie.
“Seems to me you killed some men who were tryin’ to kill you.”
“And is that what you’ll tell the sheriff?” Clint asked.
She smirked and said, “Well, yeah, but it won’t matter much.”
“Why not?”
“Because he ain’t much of a sheriff.”
“You let us worry about that,” Reeves said. “What we wanna know now is, what—if anythin’—did you two know about this?”
“Wha—” Letty said.
“God, no!” Julia said. “You think if I knew lead was gonna be flying, I’d be here?”
Clint studied her. She didn’t look as frightened as her friend, Letty, but both girls looked to him to be telling the truth.
“You gals better get dressed,” he told the naked women. “We’re probably going to be having some company soon.”
Letty grabbed her clothes, and she and Julie ran to Clint’s room to get dressed.
“You believe them?” Reeves asked.
“Yeah, I do,” Clint said, scratching his head. “There was too much of a chance of them getting hurt for them to be in on it.”
“I guess you’re right.”
“Too bad,” Clint said. “I was sort of having a good time.”
“When did you realize what was happenin’?” the black deputy asked.
“Oh,” Clint said, “I had an idea that even if they weren’t in on it, somebody might use them as a distraction anyway. I didn’t like the looks we were getting in the saloon. I think I know why the town is called Poison Springs. It’s not exactly friendly.”
“Did it ever occur to you to warn me?” Reeves asked his friend.
“Oh, I knew you’d hear them coming down the hall like a herd of cattle,” Clint said.
“Yeah, well,” Reeves said, “you better go get dressed if the sheriff’s comin’.”
“And then we’ll get our rooms changed,” Clint suggested.
“Why bother?” Reeves asked. “Let’s just saddle up and get out of here before
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