Chapter 33

“S-sheriff,” he stuttered. “Mr. Middleton would like a word with you.”

“Middleton? Is Nate Middleton behind all this? Tell the old bastard to come over and palaver.”

“He thought maybe you’d come to him. He’s just over in them rocks to your right.”

Our eyes went to a jumble of rocks about a quarter of a mile from us.

Landreth tugged at one end of his mustache. “He wants to talk, he can come to me. But I don’t want more’n one man with him.”

Without another word, the messenger turned his horse and waved the flag attached to his rifle barrel. Then he held it aloft before lowering it. He did this twice, apparently in a pre-arranged signal.

“Now,” the sheriff said, “scoot on outta here or I’ll turn the braves loose on you.”

The nameless cowboy took him seriously. He kicked his horse into a run and passed the two horsemen riding out from the rocks without pausing.