Chapter 10
The Hanging Man’s Boots
About the time the rope went tight, Talon was just leaving Wolf Creek. The deal he had made on the saddle was as good as any other gambling deal. That was part of the reason he was in a hurry. He had never met Owen Underhill and had no way to know how he might take it. Some people, he knew, were not good losers and he didn’t need reminded that he was an Indian.
He left town and made tracks for the north and west on a trail that stayed clear of the main road. He stayed close enough to the main road to keep an eye on it, in case he was followed. Any place there was high ground above the road he chose it. It slowed him down a little, but not so much to be concerned. Being able to watch his back trail was more important.
About an hour into the ride he sto
