that. âCome on, whereâd you hear that name?â
âOh, he checked into the hotel this morning. I just thought you might have heard of him before, that he might have a reputation.â
âAnother bad one, huh?â
âHe did have that look.â
âWell, if heâs older, you could ask Charley or Snub. They know all the fast guns with the worst reputations, and you know how they love to gossip.â
âHeâs not that old, maybe twenty-five or -six, I guess.â
âThen they probâly wouldnât know, but if you just wanna know how many men heâs killedââ
âMattie! I donât want to know any such thing.â
âWell, but then what do you want to know?â
âNothing, nothing at all.â
âWell, God sakes, whyâd you ask?â A moment later, she said, âIs that him?â
Courtneyâs pulse leaped, then returned to normal. Across the street, at Reedâs saloon, leaning against a post, was one of two other gunmen recently come to town.
âNo, thatâs Jim Ward,â Courtney explained. âHe came in yesterday with another man.â
âJim Ward? Now, that name does sound familiar. Wasnât that one of the names on those wanted posters Wild Bill sent down from Abilene last year?â
Courtney shrugged. âI never did understand why Marshal Hickok sent us those posters. Weâve never had a town marshal.â No one in Rockley wanted that job, which was why so many outlaws, or âowlhootsâ as Charley called them, felt free to travel through Rockley. âIt wouldnât matter if he is wanted. Who is there in Rockley to arrest him?â
âTrue,â said Mattie, âbut it helps knowinâ who to stay clear of.â
âI stay clear of all of them if I can.â Courtney shivered.
âWell, naturally, but you know what I meant. If Harry had known Polecat Parker was wanted, he woulda shot him instead of just runninâ him out of town.â
Courtney steeled herself against the mention of that name. âDonât remind me. Sarah was in a snit for months when she heard about thethousand-dollar reward that someone in Hays City collected on that vile man.â
Mattie laughed. âSarah is always in a snit about somethinâ.â
The two girls crossed the street, hoping to get out of the hot sun. It was nearing the end of summer, but Kansas didnât seem to know it. Courtney didnât get out in the sun often, except to hang out laundry, but even that was enough to give her a light golden tan each summer. It went very well with her honey gold eyes.
Lars Handley smiled at the girls as they entered his store. He was waiting on Berny Bixler, who acknowledged them as well. Four other customers milled around, no one in any particular hurry.
Just about anything you wanted could be found in Handleyâs store, provided it was of a practical nature. The only thing he didnât sell was meat, but Zing Hodges, an ex-buffalo hunter, had opened a meat market next door. In the front corner of Handleyâs, a man could get a shave or haircut, and if the need arose, a tooth pulled by Hector Evans. The barber rented this small corner of the store from Lars because heâd never made up his mind whether he wanted to stay in Rockley, and so he didnât want to spend the money to build his own shop.
Mattie pulled Courtney straightaway to the wall where the old wanted posters were hung.
âThere, see?â Mattie beamed. âThree-hundred-dollar reward for Jim Ward, wanted for âmurder, armed robbery, and other numerous crimes in New Mexico.ââ
Courtney studied the poster and its pencil sketch of a man that did in fact resemble theJim Ward staying at the hotel. âIt says wanted dead or alive. Why do they do that, Mattie? It just gives all those bounty hunters a license to kill.â
âThey have to, or no one would bother