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"Can't see how there'd be many of you left."
Shaw said, "I see you tracked along right in my prints. That was a
pretty handy piece of work. You know what's funny about this?"

"Naw."

"Wasn't a week ago I was talking about you. Right before we was gettin'
set to do this job I told the boys, I said, I hope to hell Longarm is off
somewhere else tending to something. He knows this here territory, and that
hombre is the last man you want on your trail. Sonofabitch don't give up."

"Them is kind words, Jack. And you ain't that easy to trail. Of course
you did slow yourself down by taking time out to kill off your gang. That
must have been some slick doings, Jack, getting rid of the whole bunch."

"What makes you think I did? How you know they ain't two or three of us
in here?"

Longarm eased an eye up over the edge of the wash, trying to figure out
if the voice was coming from one of the windows or the open front door.

He said, "Jack, I can still hear the sound of your rifle in my head. You
know as well as I do that every gun has its own sound. If there'd been more
than you in there, there would have been more than one gun shooting at me, and
I didn't hear but the one."

"You reachin' for that one, Custis."

"Aw, Jack, don't come that on me. Ain't you ever been in a blind fight
and figured out who was who and who was where by the sound of their individual
weapons?"

"Yeah, but I thought I was the only one could do it. I hate to hear it's
all that common."

"Oh, it ain't, Jack. You've gone and forgot you once explained that to
me when you was the sheriff at Eagle Pass. I thought it was a bunch of
whiskey talk until I taught myself to listen. Has come in right handy through
the years. Like now."

Shaw laughed. "Well, I'll be damned. Just shows a man ought to know
when to keep his mouth shut." There was a pause. "Yeah, me and you go back a
pretty good ways. I reckon we've drank more than a little whiskey together."

"That we have, Jack. That we have." Longarm eased his head around and
located his canteen. The strap was near his hand, and he pulled it to him and
felt the two-quart flask. It was less than half full. He unscrewed the top
and took just a little in his mouth to relieve the dry parching. A dry mouth
made it hard to talk, and he didn't want Shaw catching on to how thirsty he
was any sooner than necessary. He craned his head back a little further. His