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Updated: June 13, 2025
Old Morgan rode a bay when he left Lamo Balleau says." "Did I say Morgan rode a black horse?" queried Laskar, knowledge in his eyes that he had a thing to tell that would blanch their faces. He grinned, still holding his chest, his glance malicious. "Did I say a black horse?" he repeated. "Did I say Morgan rode a black horse? Morgan didn't.
"Harlan," he said softly, "some of the boys feel a little resentful over the way you sent Dolver and Laskar out. There are several friends of those two men outside now. Suppose I should call them in and tell them that the bars are down on you eh?" If Haydon expected his threat to intimidate Harlan, he was mistaken. Harlan sat, motionless, watching the outlaw chief steadily.
But Harlan followed him, grasping him by a shoulder and gripping it with iron fingers, so that Laskar screamed with pain. "Who is that man?" Harlan motioned toward the rock. "Lane Morgan. He owns the Rancho Seco about forty miles south of Lamo," returned Laskar after a long look into Harlan's eyes. "Who set you guys onto him what you wantin' him for?" "I don't know," whined Laskar.
"I lifted his gun an' his rifle, an' Dolver's gun, an' throwed them under Purgatory my horse. Laskar has tried to get them, an' Purgatory's raised some objection." He stepped back and peered around the rock.
Harlan's eyes narrowed, his lips wreathed into a feline smile. But he did not change his position. "Who's the witness against me?" "Laskar." "Has he testified?" "He's goin' to." Harlan backed away a little. His grin was tiger-like, a yellow flame seemed to leap in his eyes. Laskar, realizing at last that he could hope for no assistance from Gage or Deveny, grew rigid with desperation.
He looked sharply at her, saw that she was now quite composed, and drawing Purgatory to a walk, began to relate to her the incident of the fight at Sentinel Rock. His story was brief brutally brief, she might have thought, had she not been watching his face during the telling, noting the rage that flamed in his eyes when he spoke of Dolver and Laskar and the mysterious "Chief."
"You two wait here, Laskar and myself will do the talking to Gage." He started away with the man who had answered him; then called back over his shoulder: "Hang around; if there's trouble, you'll want to get in on it." Deveny and Laskar walked down the street; the girl saw them enter the building occupied by the sheriff.
"I don't mind telling you that I did have a notion that way a moment ago. But I was afraid I might be a little slow. When you downed Laskar I watched you, trying to learn the secret of your draw. I didn't learn it, because there is no secret you're just a natural gunslinger without a flaw. You're the fastest man with a gun I ever saw and I'm taking my hat off to you."
But all intently watched as Laskar showed by his actions that he intended to accept his chance. Deveny, too, watched intently. He kept his gaze fixed upon Harlan, not even glancing toward Laskar.
Well, there was no witnesses to Morgan's cashing in, and one man's word is as good as another's in this country." "Meanin'?" questioned Rogers, noting the light in Deveny's eyes. "Meaning that Laskar is going right now to whisper into Sheriff Gage's ear that he saw our friend, 'Drag' Harlan, killing old Morgan." Rogers got to his feet, grinning.
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