Chapter 17

We stable the horses, then get rooms at a hotel, doubling up, as is the custom. Wade says nothing, just takes one of the keys and starts up the stairs, leaving me caught between him and Evan. Harry and Leland, being the married men, room together, leaving me to take up with Wade and leave Evan to Dewey, who I know will get after him. This is what Wade likely expects, and I find Evan wide-eyed at such a prospect.

“You go in with Wade,” I tell Dewey. “Evan can room with me.”

Dewey, who is not a bad-looking man, but has rotten teeth that give him a smell, looks uncomfortable at the prospect of bedding down with Wade. I can’t tell if he’s thinking to get up to something or fearing to get hell beat out of him if he tries. “Okay, Roy,” he says and follows Wade upstairs.

“Let’s get a drink,” I tell Evan once we’ve tossed bedrolls and saddlebags into the room.