“No, I don’t reckon I will.”
Cullison was looking straight at him with his fearless level gaze. Fendrick realized with a sinking heart that he could not drive him that way to surrender. He knew that in the other man’s place he would have given way, that his enemy was gamer than he was.
He threw up his hand in a sullen gesture that disclaimed responsibility. “All right. It’s on your own head. I’ve done all I can for you.”
“What’s on my head?”
“Your life. Damn you, don’t you see you’re driving me too far?”
“How far?”
“I’m not going to let you get away to send us to prison. What do you expect?”
Luck’s frosty eyes did not release the other for a moment. “How are you going to prevent it, Cass?”
“I’ll find a way.”
“Blackwell’s way—the Devil’s Slide?”