Reaper's Fee Part 19

Wesley nodded slowly and ran his tongue over cracked lips. "You sure about that?"

"Yeah. I barely got away."

"Did they follow you here?"

"I don'tathink so."

Wesley's fist slammed into Lester's chin hard enough to snap his head back like a rag doll. The impact wasn't enough to knock Lester out, but it sure took away plenty of his steam.

"You don't think so?" Wesley growled. "What kind of d.a.m.ned fool's answer is that? What the h.e.l.l were you thinking, coming here with a couple of killers on your tail? And one of 'em's a bounty hunter? I should kill you right now, G.o.d dammit!"

Although Lester's jaw wasn't broken, he wasn't anxious to move it any more than he had to. "You're my family," he blubbered. "I thought I couldaI thoughta"

"You didn't think," Wesley interrupted. "That's the d.a.m.n problem."

Suddenly, Lester's eyes cleared and the fear vanished from his face. "I thought I could warn you," he said calmly. "I heard all the talk you've been spreading all the way out in Oregon."

"We're not the only ones that have been talking about them jewels. It's been in the newspaper, for Christ's sake."

"You're the one that called it the Reaper's Fee," Pat pointed out."

Wesley grinned proudly and puffed out his chest. "I might've had something to do with that."

"Exactly," Lester said. "And now that folks have had enough time to spread their rumors, tell their own stories, Graves caught wind of it. Kinman's heard about it, too, and both of them are after that Reaper's Fee." Lester wasn't about to tell his cousins that he'd offered to bring Kinman this far to save his own neck and was relieved when neither of the other men asked about it.

Reluctantly, Wesley let Lester go.

"Is it still here?" Lester asked.

Both cousins looked at each other. Wesley spat onto the ground as Pat nodded.

"Yeah," Pat told him. "Most of it is."

"Let's see it."

"Why?"

"Because I came all this way," Lester said. "I'm your kin and I would have helped you go after it if you would have given me the chance. The least you can do is let me get a look at what all this fuss is about."

Pat looked over to Wesley, who eventually nodded.

"Go on and show him," the oldest cousin said. "Don't let Stephanie see what you're up to or she'll make you hand over another portion of your share."

"Kiss my a.s.s," Pat muttered as he walked back to the barn.

Wesley grabbed hold of Lester once more, but not like the last time. Instead, he took hold of the back of Lester's neck and pulled him in under his arm. "You all right, cousin?"

"Yeah. I could use something to eat."

"The women will fix you up just fine. Is that true what you said before? About those men coming after you and all?"

"Yeah," Lester said. "I'm afraid it is. Are you gonna kick me out of here?"

"Nah. I may want to, but you're right. You're kin. Besides, you've got a bigger price on your head than me and Pat combined. I checked. That Mexican must really have it in for you."

"Texan."

"Whatever."

After another minute or two, Pat returned from the barn carrying a bundle in one arm as if it was his firstborn. Made up of battered leather tied up by a few lengths of twine, the bundle wasn't any bigger than a small loaf of bread. Pat kept his eyes on the house at all times. When he made it back to where Wesley and Lester were standing, he turned his back to the house and held the bundle out in one hand.

Pat peeled back the top layer of leather, and Lester could see the treasure that everyone had talked about. It wasn't as much as some had claimed, but seeing all those glittering diamonds, gold nuggets and bundles of cash was enough to take Lester's breath away.

"That's the Reaper's Fee?" Lester gasped. "It was really in that grave?"

Wesley nodded, admiring the bundle in Pat's hand. "Sure was. It was stuffed in Cobb's pockets."

"Youasifted through a dead man's pockets?"

"Sure. How else was I gonna get it out of there?"

Closing up the bundle, Pat carefully wound the twine back around it and said, "We already dug up a grave. The rest didn't seem like too much more to ask."

For the first time since he'd started in on all of this, Lester got a real good impression of the rage seething behind Nick's eyes when he'd been talking about someone disturbing his friend's grave. In a frightened voice, Lester said, "We might want to pack up and get the h.e.l.l away from here."

Br.i.m.m.i.n.g with confidence over the fruits of his labor, Wesley said, "If those men want to come after my kin, they'll have a fight on their hands. Besides, there's three of us and only two of them, right?"

"But one of them's a known killer," Pat said. "I heard Graves killed his first man before he even f.u.c.ked his first woman."

"I've heard plenty of bad stories about Graves, too," Wesley said. "That don't make 'em all true. "Just the same, though, maybe we should put the odds more in our favor. You still got them shotguns from when Uncle Mike visited us last spring to do some hunting?"

"Yeah, but one of them's broken and we don't have any sh.e.l.ls."

"Go back into town and buy some sh.e.l.ls. Buy a new gun while you're at it. We make sure the wives are armed along with us and it'll be five against two. That should work out better all around."

"I just got back from town," Pat told him. "Stores are closed. I'm not heading straight back there."

"Then I'll go in the morning. Jesus Christ, you're a whining cuss."

"I'll go with you," Lester offered.

"You see there? Little cousin knows how to lend a hand when all of our a.s.ses are on the line." Wesley booted Pat in the backside as the younger cousin went back to put the bundle in its hiding spot. "We'll take turns keeping watch, and Lester and I'll head into town come first light. Odds are that them two won't even find us out here."

Lester nodded, doing his best to mirror Wesley's confidence.

He was given a room and allowed to sleep while the other two cousins kept watch. The more he thought about Nick's reputation with a gun and Kinman's reputation for tracking, the harder it was for Lester to get any rest.

TWENTY-FOUR.

By the time he and Kinman had broken camp and ridden out the next morning, Nick knew how the bounty hunter was tracking Lester. It wasn't easy to spot at first, but Nick had managed to pick out the pattern that kept showing up among the tracks in the dirt. Kinman seemed to enjoy doing his job and was d.a.m.n good at it, so Nick let him keep the lead. For the moment, their end goal was the same.

"You ever hear of Pat or Wesley Harbor?" Kinman asked after he'd gotten his bearings and was preparing his horse for the day's ride.

Nick cinched up the last buckle on Kazys's saddlebags and shrugged. "I've been to Boston Harbor."

"They ain't places. They're people. Ever hear of 'em?"

After thinking about it once more, Nick came up with even less than before. "No. I guess I haven't."

"They're Lester's cousins. By the looks of it, he may be heading out to meet them."

"If you know where to find them, we should be able to work out a shortcut. That should shave off some time."

"If I knew where to find them, I would've found them already. They're wanted men, mostly for working with your friend Barrett Cobb."

Nick recognized the way Kinman was staring at him. It was the look that was in a man's eye when he asked a question that he figured you already knew the answer to. It reminded Nick of the smug distrust that poured from a lawman's eyes. "Barrett worked with plenty of men. He used them for a lot of jobs so none of them would know too much."

"You worked with him, too."

"Me and Barrett also worked with a lot of other fellas. If you want to know where they are, I can take you to their graves. Some of them are still somewhere in Montana, but I'm sure you'd be more than welcome to have a look around. Those vigilantes just love bounty hunters."

"And they also love outlaws," Kinman said without missing a beat. Making sure to stare at Nick's mangled hand, he added, "I hear they take extra special time with the outlaws they like more'n anyone else."

Nick nodded and climbed into his saddle. Once there, he made a particularly nasty gesture with the hand that was still in Kinman's sights. "You want to lead the way or would you prefer to give Lester even more of a head start?"

"Don't you worry about Lester. I've been tracking him long enough to know how his little pea brain works. His kin lives somewhere around a town named Hackett. He'll run there just as surely as I'm sitting here."

"Then what are you waiting for?" Nick asked while waving grandly toward the trail. "Lead the way."

Kinman stared at Nick for a few seconds. In that short amount of time, Nick felt as if he could hear exactly what was running through the bounty hunter's mind. The smugness in Kinman's eyes, combined with the way he turned his back to Nick was proof that the bounty hunter thought he could take Nick down whenever he saw fit to do so.

As he watched Kinman snap his reins and get moving, Nick s.h.i.+fted his hand toward his pistol. He could put a bullet through that arrogant fool before Kinman even heard the shot that killed him. Nick could even dig a hole and plant Kinman in it without losing much time in his pursuit of Lester Peterson.

But of all the things Kinman was, he sure as h.e.l.l wasn't a fool.

Nick thought about that as his fingers brushed against the specially tooled leather of his holster. It was strapped across his belly, as it was whenever he was expecting a fight. Nick could draw a fraction of a second quicker that way.

Kinman may or may not have known that Nick had caught on to the trick he'd pulled with the shoe of Lester's horse. Letting the name of that town drop, on the other hand, was something the bounty hunter had done on purpose. Any man would know that the name of the town closest to the spot they were after was a valuable piece of information. To a tracker, it would have been twice as valuable.

Perhaps Kinman was seeing if Nick would try to attack him and go on alone now that he had something to work with.

Then again, there was always the chance that Kinman was tired and had made a slip of the tongue.

No, Nick thought. That wasn't a possibility.

"We've wasted enough time already," Kinman shouted over his shoulder. "Stop lagging behind and let's get moving."

"No need to worry," Nick shouted back. "I know where Hackett is and we should be able to get there around noon or so if we keep a good pace."

Watching for Kinman's reaction, Nick kept his hand over his holstered pistol. The tips of his fingers might have been mostly numb, but he could feel the smooth, curved iron well enough.

Kinman stopped.

For the next few seconds, he sat upon his horse while slowly c.o.c.king his head to one side. Finally, he turned and looked back at Nick and Kazys. "The best pace in the world won't help us if we don't leave this spot. Is something wrong with your horse, or are you content to let that a.s.shole and his cousins live like kings off of them jewels?"

"I'm just making sure I didn't leave anything behind," Nick said, still keeping his hand on his gun.

Kinman started riding, but slowly enough so he could hear what was going on behind him. Nick recognized the cautious way Kinman flicked his reins as well as the way the bounty hunter kept his ears p.r.i.c.ked for any sound he could pick up. When Nick began to follow, he saw Kinman's posture relax a bit as both horses fell into a quick step.

There had to be something that Kinman was holding back. The more Nick thought about it, the more certain he became. A man didn't get a reputation like Kinman's by making slips of the tongue to men he clearly didn't trust. Then again, Kinman had made the mistake of showing himself back in Rock Springs.

Or had that been a test as well?

Nick had batted that thought around more than once, but it had been pushed aside in favor of everything else that had happened since then. Showing himself in Rock Springs could have been a fatal mistake or it could have been a piece of some other plan. Nick didn't like to bet on mistakes. Instead, he kept his thoughts churning as he and Kinman gathered up speed and rode toward Hackett.

Kinman only allowed himself half a smirk at Nick's expense. Even though he was pretty sure the other man couldn't see his face from behind him, Kinman didn't want to muck up whatever knots were being tied within Nick's brain.

Crossing Nick's path in Rock Springs had been a mistake. If he'd had his say in the matter, Kinman would have preferred to go after Graves the way he went after all of his targets: after some careful scouting and preparation. But sometimes a man had to play the cards he was dealt and Kinman was pretty happy with the way this game was going.

So far, Kinman had gotten Nick to change his mind half a dozen times on whether he should trust him or not. Considering the confusion that had surrounded their first run-in, Kinman figured that maintaining that confusion was his best bet.

Nick was going to take his shot and was simply waiting for his chance to come. Kinman knew well enough that any move he made toward his own gun would be met by a storm of lead from that Schofield Nick carried. It was only a question of timing. One fraction of a second either way would decide whether Nick or Kinman would wind up dead.

Kinman took a look behind him to find Nick right where he should be. The deck was stacked in Kinman's favor and all was right with the world. There was even more money waiting for him once he caught up with Lester and his no-good cousins. Hopefully, those boys had a wagon on that spread of theirs, because Kinman would need one to haul all of those bodies in to claim the rewards.

To make matters even better, Kinman had seen Nick in action back in Rock Springs. For that, alone, running into Graves was worth tipping his hand a little early. The gunman Kinman had heard so much about would have given him a run for his money in shooting those Chinamen for such an easy payoff. After seeing the way Nick had faltered when it came time to earning some of Hale's money, Kinman was more inclined to believe the stories he'd heard about how badly those Montana vigilantes had torn Graves apart.

Kinman rode ahead of Nick without much concern. Nick may have been a threat in his younger days, but he wasn't anything that Kinman couldn't handle now. In fact, Lester and his cousins might just do Kinman's job for him once they got to Hackett. Either way, Kinman figured this might be the last job he would need to complete before retiring to a nice little spread of his own.

TWENTY-FIVE.

Someone knocked on the door and Lester didn't make a move to answer it. He was still half asleep and in a strange room, so he didn't think someone could be trying to summon him. When the knock came again, it snapped him out of his daze and got him to his feet. Lester walked across the small, cozy room and pulled open the door.

"You still in there?" Pat grunted. "Wesley's getting ready to head into town. You're still going with him, right?"

Lester nodded. "Yeah. I'm still going. I was just trying toajust freshening up a bit."