âweâll stay overnight in a hotel and you can have your baths.â
Bridget leaned over and sniffed him audibly.
âYou could use one, too, you know.â
She and Bride both giggled.
Clint stopped at the first hotel they came to. He went inside with them, registered them all, and arranged for their baths.
âIâm going to take care of the horses,â Clint said, âand put our wagon in a safe place. Donât leave the hotel, all right?â
âWhy?â Bride asked. âIs this a dangerous town?â
âI just want to know where you are,â Clint said. âYouâre my responsibility.â
âWeâll stay,â Bridget said. âYou go and do what you have to do.â
He left the hotel and drove the wagon to the livery stable. He made arrangements with the man there to care for the three horses, and watch over the wagon. He promised to lock his place up at night, with the wagon inside. Clint paid him half the agreed-upon amount in advance.
He walked back to the hotel, keeping a sharp eye out for anyone suspicious. He reached the building without seeing anyone who was paying him any special attention.
Inside he arranged with the clerk for a bath of his own, then got his key and went to his room, which was across the hall from the sisters.
He left his bag and rifle on the bed, then walked across to their door and knocked.
Bride answered.
âEverything okay?â he asked.
âYes,â she said. âBridget is in the bath. When she comes back, I will go.â
âOkay,â he said. âIâm right across the hall, if you need anything.â
âWe will, Clint. Thank you.â
He went back to his own room, figured to wait until both girls were finished with their baths before taking one himself.
*Â *Â *Â
Owen Brown owned and ran the livery stable, but he also had another part-time jobâas a deputy. After Clint Adams left his stable, he locked up and walked to the sheriffâs office.
Sheriff Cargill looked up as Owen entered and said, âYour not due to be on duty for another day, Owen.â
âI know that, Steve,â Brown said. âI just thought I ought to tell you who was just at my stable.â
âOh? Whoâs that?â Cargill was still staring at something on his desk as he asked.
âClint Adams.â
Cargillâs head jerked up.
âThe Gunsmith?â
âThatâs right.â
âWhatâs he doing in Saint Joe?â
âHe didnât say,â Brown answered, âbut heâs got a wagon with him. Left it at my place with his horse, and team.â
âWhatâs in the wagon?â
âI didnât look.â
The sheriff stood up and grabbed his hat.
âWell, letâs have a look now,â he said, âbefore I go and talk to him.â
âHe ainât done nothinâ, Sheriff.â
âHeâs in town, Owen. That canât be good. You know that, or you wouldnât be here.â
âIâm just tryinâ to be a good deputy, Sheriff.â
âYou are, Owen,â the sheriff said. âYou are. Now, come on. Show me that wagon.â
*Â *Â *Â
Clint heard the door to the girlsâ room open and close, assumed Bridget had come back. Then it opened and closed again. Bride going for her bath. When it opened and closed again, that would be his cue to go down for his own bath. All he had to do until then was relax, and wait his turn.
He took off his gun belt, hung it on the bedpost, sat on the bed, and decided not to remove his boots. He reclined on the bed with his hands locked behind his head, and stared at the ceiling.
Sometime later he heard the floor creaking in the hall. He was reclining on the bed, waiting for his turn with the bathtub. He grabbed his gun and moved to the door. The footsteps were too heavy to belong to either one of the girls.
He stood at the door with his left hand on the
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