at the sound of Longarm's voice. So Longarm fired again, aiming at the wounded man's other leg this time.
He saw he'd hit the leg, if not the bone, when Godwynn let go of his Schofield to grab for his thigh with both hands and stagger for that gangplank some more bawling like a baby.
As Longarm broke cover, all too aware Godwynn still had a gun in his left holster, a distant voice called out, "Halt and explain all this in the name of the Texas Rangers!"
Longarm kept covering Godwynn as he strode out into the open after him, shouting back, "I'm the law too, trying to arrest me a mighty unreasonable cuss on murder in the first!"
So the white-shirted Ranger appearing down by the far end of that loading shed yelled, "Hot damn, we got us a wire on that one!" Then he fired his own Peacemaker, and being well trained as a marksman, if not as a careful investigator, hit Godwynn high in the chest with his longer but heavier shot. It likely would have left the wounded killer in piss-poor shape to talk had it been a lighter slug than 230 grains of lead backed by fifty-odd grains of powder, the Rangers tending to load their own shells and admiring noise at least as much as the Mexican rurales.
"I wish you hadn't done that," Longarm grumbled as they both met up near the cadaver sprawled on the dock at their feet.
The younger Ranger shrugged and said, "We both heard you warn him to give it up. Like I said, the famous federal marshal they call Longarm wired an all-points want on this one from just down the coast. Seems he murdered some passenger aboard that very steamer a-hint you!"
Longarm said, "I know. I was there. I' m the one they call Longarm, and it was a government health worker I sent ashore in my place back at our last port of call. As she'd have wired you, this tricky son of a bitch could have swum ashore. But I figured he was hiding out somewhere on board. So I hid out just as good, and as you now see, he made a break for it here thinking I'd got off there."
The young Ranger made a wry face. "He must not have never hunted mice. Me and our old cat, when I was little, used to do what you just did. I'd stomp away whilst the smart old cat crouched silent by the mouse hole. Who was this mouse and how come he shot a lady aboard yonder steamer?"
Longarm hunkered down to go through the dead killer's pockets as he growled, "I suspicion he and his partner were out to get me and got her by mistake, God damn all three of us. I'm still working on it and... Damn it, his dead pard we put ashore at Escondrijo wasn't packing any infernal identification either!"
By this time lots of folks who'd ducked for cover at the sounds of gunplay were edging back out into the morning light. So Longarm added, "Stay here and make sure nobody steals the corpse whilst I go back aboard for their two stock saddles and possibles. All we can do now is put out as total a description of them and their gear as possible and hope for some answers."
The Ranger responded cheerfully, "Go ahead. Any number of my own pards ought to be here any minute, thanks to all that shooting. Ah, you'll tell the boys it was my bullet as finished the bastard, won't you?"
Longarm snorted, "You tell 'em. I was trying to take him alive. So he's all your own to keep and cherish. I got another boat to catch!"
CHAPTER 5
It wasn't that easy. He spent a good three hours making depositions for the local authorities, and then, once he was free to go to the Corpus Christi office of that same steam line, a prune-faced cuss in a wilted suit said he'd have to wire their main office in Galveston about his unusual request. When Longarm observed he hadn't needed special permission to just get aboard one of their coastal steamers down in Brownsville, the Corpus Christi booking agent explained, with a frosty smile, how the southbound steamer they expected around midnight was already overloaded with every stateroom spoken for.
Longarm said, "That's no problem, pard. I only got me and one old
He saw he'd hit the leg, if not the bone, when Godwynn let go of his Schofield to grab for his thigh with both hands and stagger for that gangplank some more bawling like a baby.
As Longarm broke cover, all too aware Godwynn still had a gun in his left holster, a distant voice called out, "Halt and explain all this in the name of the Texas Rangers!"
Longarm kept covering Godwynn as he strode out into the open after him, shouting back, "I'm the law too, trying to arrest me a mighty unreasonable cuss on murder in the first!"
So the white-shirted Ranger appearing down by the far end of that loading shed yelled, "Hot damn, we got us a wire on that one!" Then he fired his own Peacemaker, and being well trained as a marksman, if not as a careful investigator, hit Godwynn high in the chest with his longer but heavier shot. It likely would have left the wounded killer in piss-poor shape to talk had it been a lighter slug than 230 grains of lead backed by fifty-odd grains of powder, the Rangers tending to load their own shells and admiring noise at least as much as the Mexican rurales.
"I wish you hadn't done that," Longarm grumbled as they both met up near the cadaver sprawled on the dock at their feet.
The younger Ranger shrugged and said, "We both heard you warn him to give it up. Like I said, the famous federal marshal they call Longarm wired an all-points want on this one from just down the coast. Seems he murdered some passenger aboard that very steamer a-hint you!"
Longarm said, "I know. I was there. I' m the one they call Longarm, and it was a government health worker I sent ashore in my place back at our last port of call. As she'd have wired you, this tricky son of a bitch could have swum ashore. But I figured he was hiding out somewhere on board. So I hid out just as good, and as you now see, he made a break for it here thinking I'd got off there."
The young Ranger made a wry face. "He must not have never hunted mice. Me and our old cat, when I was little, used to do what you just did. I'd stomp away whilst the smart old cat crouched silent by the mouse hole. Who was this mouse and how come he shot a lady aboard yonder steamer?"
Longarm hunkered down to go through the dead killer's pockets as he growled, "I suspicion he and his partner were out to get me and got her by mistake, God damn all three of us. I'm still working on it and... Damn it, his dead pard we put ashore at Escondrijo wasn't packing any infernal identification either!"
By this time lots of folks who'd ducked for cover at the sounds of gunplay were edging back out into the morning light. So Longarm added, "Stay here and make sure nobody steals the corpse whilst I go back aboard for their two stock saddles and possibles. All we can do now is put out as total a description of them and their gear as possible and hope for some answers."
The Ranger responded cheerfully, "Go ahead. Any number of my own pards ought to be here any minute, thanks to all that shooting. Ah, you'll tell the boys it was my bullet as finished the bastard, won't you?"
Longarm snorted, "You tell 'em. I was trying to take him alive. So he's all your own to keep and cherish. I got another boat to catch!"
CHAPTER 5
It wasn't that easy. He spent a good three hours making depositions for the local authorities, and then, once he was free to go to the Corpus Christi office of that same steam line, a prune-faced cuss in a wilted suit said he'd have to wire their main office in Galveston about his unusual request. When Longarm observed he hadn't needed special permission to just get aboard one of their coastal steamers down in Brownsville, the Corpus Christi booking agent explained, with a frosty smile, how the southbound steamer they expected around midnight was already overloaded with every stateroom spoken for.
Longarm said, "That's no problem, pard. I only got me and one old
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