“I know him,” said Windrush, pointing to the group of riders reining in their horses outside the saloon.
“s**t, me too,” added Joseph, looking at Climes who was standing, one booted foot resting on the slat of a fence, filling his pipe with his usual, methodical slowness. “I think we might be having some trouble, marshal.”
“Why don"t one of you boys let me into the secret and tell me who the hell he is?”
“That"s Reece Scrimshaw,” said Windrush. “And he ain"t gonna take too kindly to what has happened to Toby.”
Having listened to what the stable hand told them, they had set off less than an hour previously towards the large house on the hill, leaving Francis propped up in the shade. Approaching the house at a half-run, when the first shot rang out, Climes ordered them to spread out, wit
