“So Dutch carries the Dodson brand, does he?”
“He does their dirty work.”
“And his own, too.”
“Sure.”
“I’ve a notion Mr. Dutch has my autograph stamped on his face this glad mo’ning,” drawled Hugh.
“Sorry to hear that. It’ll mean trouble unless you leave.”
“That’s what he told me at Aurora,” Hugh answered quietly.
“I heard about that. You’ve got his number. So has yore brother. Makes it worse. You’ll get no even break from him. It’ll be like last night. A shot outa the dark. Only next time he won’t miss.”
“I’m not sure it was Dutch. I was one of the vigilance committee at Aurora. We ran a bunch of thugs from town. Might be any one of that gang. Or someone may have took me for Scot. He has enemies, of course.”
“An’ you’re the spittin’ image of him, Kid. That last is one good guess.”