Three guns cracked and kicked up the dust close to the sheriff. 284
“What do you want with us?” Flatray asked, sparring for time.
“Drop your gun. If you don’t we’ll riddle you both.”
West spoke to Jack promptly. “Do as he says. It’s MacQueen.”
Flatray hesitated. He could kill MacQueen probably, but almost certainly he and West would pay the penalty. He reluctantly put his rifle down. “All right. It’s your call.”
“Where’s O’Connor?”
The sheriff looked straight at him. “Haven’t you enough of us for one gather?”
The outlaws were closing in on them cautiously.
“Not without that smart man hunter. Where is he?”
“I don’t know.”