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Chapters (25)
  1. Also by
  2. Title Page
  3. Copyright Page
  4. Dedication
  5. CHAPTER 1
  6. CHAPTER 2
  7. CHAPTER 3
  8. CHAPTER 4
  9. CHAPTER 5
  10. CHAPTER 6
  11. CHAPTER 7
  12. CHAPTER 8
  13. CHAPTER 9
  14. CHAPTER 10
  15. CHAPTER 11
  16. CHAPTER 12
  17. CHAPTER 13
  18. CHAPTER 14
  19. CHAPTER 15
  20. CHAPTER 16
  21. CHAPTER 17
  22. CHAPTER 18
  23. CHAPTER 19
  24. CHAPTER 20
  25. Teaser chapter

“I don’t know if they are or not,” Hawk explained. “There were five of ’em that did the killin’. Three of ’em are dead, and the last sign I got of the other two was leadin’ to Helena. I’m a couple of days behind ’em now. I got sidetracked back at Wolf Creek.” He didn’t bother to elaborate on the reason.

Totally concerned at this point, Bertie looked at Dewey. “You see anybody like that come in here the last couple of days?” Before he could answer, she looked back at Hawk. “What did you say that feller’s name was?” When Hawk told her the one name he knew was Booth, she looked at Dewey again for his answer.

“Not that I know of,” Dewey replied. “Like you said, though, we don’t usually ask them their names. What do they look like?” he asked Hawk.

“I don’t know, just regular-lookin’ jaspers,” Hawk answered. “The one named Booth rides a black Morgan with a fancy saddle. That’s about all I can tell you.”

They talked awhile longer, then Bertie’s daughter, Blossom, came down the stairs, a young cowhand preceding her by about ten minutes. Like her mother, her face lit up when she saw Hawk standing there at the bar. Unlike her mother, however, she ran up to him and locked him in a warm embrace. John Hawk had helped her and her mother when they were in desperate need of help and she would always be indebted to him.

CHAPTER 17

CHAPTER 17

“How ’bout it?” Mutt Crocker bellowed. “That room suit you all right? You ain’t gonna get nothin’ much fancier up at the hotel.” He grinned at them as they came down the steps to the saloon.

“I’ve seen worse,” Booth Corbin answered. “I reckon it’ll do. What do you think, Jesse?”

“I’ve slept in fancier jail cells than that, but I reckon it’ll do,” Jesse japed the onetime member of their gang and now owner of the Capital City Saloon. “How’d you come up with the fancy name for this place?”

Mutt shrugged. “Since they moved the capital of Montana to Helena, it’s the capital city, so I thought that’s what I oughta call it.”

“How’s business?” Booth asked. “I mean, since you’re not exactly in the center of the town.”