Blood on the Moon Page #5

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west of Avery's patch.

Amy!

What the devil are you doing here?

You didn't think I'd stay home

when you're this close.

This is no place for you.

I told Bart to tell you girls I'd be home by noon.

I told 'em and it didn't do no good.

She was bent on coming along.

I couldn't wait.

All right, Cap, get 'em started.

Bart says you crossed without any trouble?

Yeah. We're primed for it but didn't come.

I think I know why.

Did a rider name of Garry drift into the ranch

yesterday with a note?

You mean that hired gunman of Riling's?

So I had him pegged right.

Too bad, he was a nice seeming fellow.

Too nice to read that note.

But he did.

Do you think this Garry's a killer?

Joined up with Riling, didn't he?

Get out of here, Amy!

I'll make Riling remember this.

They'll run 'till they're worn out.

Four days to the deadline.

It'll take us a week to round 'em up

and get 'em off the Reservation again.

It's young Barden.

I hope it wouldn't come to this.

Just a month ago me and him

went to a shindig together.

Yeah, he was a nice boy.

Well, what do you want?

It's about your Barden.

He was killed on the raid.

I figured maybe that's what happened

when he didn't come home.

I was with him when he got hit.

Nothing I can do.

It's a big price to pay for

a little bit of graze.

Too bad you had to get mixed up in this fight, Barden.

I joined up with the other small ranchers

'cause I figured their fight was my fight.

We ain't being paid to fight, mister.

I'm sorry about your son, Mr. Barden.

You can believe that if you want to.

Sure. Sure.

I've lived here more than of half my life

with my wife and my son.

She died about four years ago.

And now...

Now he's gone.

Go on in the Hotel, Amy.

I told you to ride on through.

- So you did?

- You're time's up, get started.

- Get out of here, Amy.

- No.

- Go on into the hotel.

- No.

Don't move, Lufton.

Your drift, Shotten.

Get that girl out of there.

I said, drift.

What are we waitin' for?

But this is what Riling wants.

He said so.

That's your horse, Reardan.

Get moving.

I ain't taking orders from you.

All right, Reardan. Any time you want.

Make up your mind.

I won't wait.

You won't be this lucky next time, Lufton.

I don't get it, Garry.

I just don't get it.

You're riding on, aren't you?

I'm glad. Not for us, but for you.

I want to thank you for this.

I want to apologize too, for what I said to you.

Don't let a man's whim fool you.

I haven't.

COMMISSARY:

12 MILES

What do you want, amigo?

Whiskey.

Would you be looking for me?

I ain't looking for anybody, mister.

Is that you, Kris?

I heard about Fred.

I'm sorry, Kris.

I'll make Lufton pay for that.

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