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roof was made of tin.

He could see a good part of the corral and, yes, there was at least one
horse in the back. All he could see was a tail and part of a rump.

But if his man was in there he'd be well supplied with horses, ready for
the last dash to the border and to Mexico.

A voice suddenly called out, "That you, Custis?"

Longarm lifted his head just enough to answer back. In the dry, thin air
of the high prairie, sound carried a great distance. He had only to raise his
voice slightly. He said, "Yeah, it's me. That you, Jack?"

"Yeah. How you been getting along?"

"Oh, pretty fair. How about you?"

"Can't complain. Pretty hot, I'd reckon."

"Well, it's that time of the year. What can you expect."

A bullet suddenly whipped through the greasewood, coming within a foot of
Longarm's face. He dropped instantly flat against the dirt. Out of the side
of his mouth he said, "Jack, I ain't gonna talk to you if you're gonna shoot
at the sound of my voice."

He could hear a laugh. "Hell, Custis, you can't blame me. I don't
reckon you've come for a social visit. I tell you, though, you can't trace
sound up here the way you can on lower ground. I bet I missed you a yard or
better."

"What you want to bet I ain't going to answer that."

Jack Shaw laughed again. "I'm right sorry about your horse, Longarm. I
hate to kill a horse."

"You done that one a favor. He was about to founder under me. He'd
already gone to trembling."

"Well, it's the way them damn heat waves shimmer. Throw your aim off. I
meant to take a shot at you, but you kept getting closer and closer and I
couldn't chance it in case I missed. You might have made you a one-man
cavalry charge right at the cabin. But I had to stop you. You can understand
that."

"You by yourself?"
Shaw said, "Well, I guess, like you said, I'll let you make a bet on that
one."