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“I heard you mention him. Weren’t you deputies together?”

“Years ago, boy,” Shaye said, “a lot of years ago.”

“Want us to take your horse, Pa?” James asked.

“I’ll take care of my animal,” Shaye said, “you boys take care of your own.”

“Yes, sir.”

“I’ll meet you back at the hotel in two hours.”

“Two hours?” Matthew complained. “That’s barely time to see to our horses and have a bath and a shave.”

“And no time to get into trouble,” Shaye said. “That’s about what I had in mind, boy.”

7

When Dan Shaye entered the sheriff’s office, the man behind the desk looked up from the wanted posters he was studying, frowned just for a moment, then smiled and stood up.

“Dan Shaye!” Sam Torrence said, extending his hand. “What the hell are you doing in Vernon? I didn’t think you ever left South Texas anymore.”

“Hello, Sam,” Shaye said. He approached the desk and shook hands with the tall, slender man whose hair had gone completely gray since the last time Shaye had seen him.

“It’s good to see you, Dan,” Torrence said. “What brings you my way?”

“The Langer gang.”

“I heard they hit a bank down south,” Torrence said. “That was you?”

Shaye nodded, then said, “They killed my wife during their escape.”

“Ah, Jesus…” Torrence’s face went pale. “Mary…”

“Rode her down in the street, Sam.”

“Christ,” Torrence said. “Sit down, Dan. I was gonna offer you some coffee but this is better.”

He brought a bottle of whiskey out of his desk drawer, then fetched two coffee cups from the potbellied stove in the corner. He poured a shot into each and handed one to Shaye.

“Here’s to Mary,” he said.

“To Mary.”

They both drank, and when Torrence reached across the desk to pour again, Shaye placed his cup on the desk, upside down.

“One’s enough for me.”

“Not for me,” Torrence said. He poured another shot and downed it. “You on their trail?”

Shaye nodded.

“With a posse.”

“My boys.”

“Your…”

“Sons,” Shaye said. “Three of ’em.”

“That’s right,” Torrence said, snapping his fingers, “I knew you and Mary had three sons. How old are they?”

“Twenty-five, twenty-three, and nineteen. I deputized them.”

“Are they experienced?”

“No,” Shaye said, “but I had no choice. No one else volunteered, my deputies quit. Besides, they deserve to come. Langer and his boys killed their ma.”

“We’re talkin’ about Ethan Langer, right?”

“Yeah,” Shaye said. “Aaron hit a bank in South Dakota about the same time.”

“So you’re trackin’ them north…through here?”

“You tell me, Sam.”

Torrence sat back in his chair, which creaked. “They ain’t been through here, Dan,” he said, shaking his head. “I’d know if they had.”

Shaye stood up. “We’ll be here overnight, Sam, and then we’ll be moving out. If you have anything you want to tell me, you’ll be able to find me.”

“Dan,” Torrence said, “I’m tellin’ you—”

“It’s good to see you, Sam.”

Shaye turned and walked out of the office. He knew that Torrence’s eyes were on his back. He stopped just outside the door, in case the other lawman came after him right away.

The last time Shaye saw Torrence had been years ago, before he moved on to wear the sheriff’s badge in Epitaph. They had both been in Wichita, and Shaye had caught Torrence with his hand out. All these years later there was no reason to think the man had changed. A lawman with his hand out could live very well, and Shaye had the feeling Torrence was doing all right for himself in Vernon. However, if he had taken a dime from Ethan Langer and was covering up for him, he would regret it.

8

In a nearby bathhouse, Thomas Shaye was drying off, while both Matthew and James were still languishing in tubs of what was now tepid water.

“Hey, this ain’t half bad,” Matthew said.

“I can see why,” Thomas said. “You’ve got enough mud and dirt floating in that water to satisfy any pig.”

“You sayin’ I’m a pig, Thomas?” Matthew asked.

Their mother had given them names from the Bible, and had never shortened them. They were forever Thomas, Matthew, and James, never Tommy, Matt, or Jimmy.

“Would I call you that, Matthew?” Thomas asked. “I’m just commentin’ on your dirty water.”

Matthew looked down at his bathwater and made a face. “Yuck!” he said, and stood up quickly.

“Mine’s still nice,” James said.

“You’ll turn into a prune, James,” Thomas said. “Time to get out.”

James stood up as well, and Thomas tossed them both towels. Matthew’s muscles rippled as he dried himself, while James’s ribs showed, almost painfully.

“Ain’t we heard the name Torrence before?” Matthew asked Thomas.

“Yes, we have.”

“I don’t remember it.”

“You’re too young,” Thomas said. “We heard Pa tell Ma a story about a lawman who took money.”

“Torrence?” James asked.

“That’s the name.”

“If he’s a crooked lawman, why would Pa be friends with him?”

“He used to be friends with him,” Matthew said. “He ain’t no more.”

“Then why talk to him?” the younger brother asked.

“He’s the law here,” Thomas said. “We got to see if the Langer gang has passed through here.”

“If he’s crooked, maybe he took money from them too,” James said. “Maybe he’ll lie.”

“That’s true,” Thomas said, “but Pa knows that. Come on, get dressed. We got to meet Pa at the hotel.”

“You think he’s been talkin’ to the sheriff all this time?” James asked.

“Probably not,” Thomas said, pulling on his boots. “He’s probably been walkin’ around town tryin’ to find out if the gang was here.”

“And if the sheriff lied to him,” Matthew said.

Thomas was the first to finish dressing, so he said, “I’ll wait for you boys outside.”

“What do you think Pa will do if he finds out the sheriff lied?” James asked.

“Whomp him,” Matthew said, “or let me do it.”

“Whomp the law?”

“Pa’s the law,” Matthew said,

“Not here, Matthew,” James said, “and for sure not once we leave Texas.” James pinned on his deputy’s badge. “None of us will be.”

Matthew pinned on his badge as well, and stood tall with it. “We’re the law as long as Pa says we are.”

James only nodded and pulled on his boots.

They joined Thomas outside the bathhouse, and the three walked together toward the hotel. They saw their father standing in front, waiting for them.

“Has he talked to you, Thomas?” James asked.

“About Ma?”

“Yes.”

“No,” Thomas said. “He’s keepin’ it all inside.”

“That can’t be good,” Matthew said.

“It’s not gonna be good for the Langer gang when we catch up to them,” Thomas said.

Shaye felt his chest swell with pride as his three sons walked toward him. They were washed and clean shaven, and though their clothes still bore the dirt of the trail, he knew their mother would have been proud as well.

He had intended to talked to them about the death of their mother, but found himself unable to do so. There was much to be done, and he wanted to hold onto his anger, his rage, until he caught up with Ethan Langer and his men. He was afraid that talking things out with his boys might drain that away, and he needed the full force of it to do what he had to do.