Chapter 18
Dead Drunk
Jeff Baker heard the same flock of ducks. He looked up at them and thought of how he might kill one without shooting and drawing a lot of attention to himself.
He was broke again and decided that if Douglas’ saddle was still there he would ride it down to Bear Valley and sell it. He left his horse tied to a willow tree and went on into the camp on foot. The saddle was gone. He figured someone else could have grabbed it but then remembered the empty casing for the .35 the sheriff had. No doubt he was the one who took the saddle.
Jeff would have sold the saddle with the horse but he worried about blood. He looked for any he could find but there wasn’t any. It still unnerved him and the buyer didn’t need a saddle anyway.
The whole mess unnerved him. He looked around
