As they begin to come after him one by one, he realizes he’s going to need to carry a gun—it’s the only way he can get out of LEAVING THE LARIAT TRAIL alive!
“I’ve shot cows and left ‘em lay.”
Burke said, “What for?”
“Part of the job.”
• ● •
Fred and Burke were quiet and heavy-lidded as they sat in the two chairs by the stove. The whiskey bottle was empty, and a cloud of tobacco smoke hung in the air. I found that the sewing went just as well at the table as it did in my lap, so I didn’t mind sitting by myself. Furthermore, I had things to mull over.
Of the dozens of comments that had been tossed off during the visit, Ace Martin’s statement, not even a boast, that he had shot cows and left them was a remark that I kept coming back to. I had heard of killing a mama cow in order to make off with her unbranded calf, but I had never heard a man say he had done it, much less in such a matter-of-fact tone. I had already decided I didn’t want to take part in this new plan, and now I was even more certain. I did not want to work with Ace Martin.