huntinâ criminals. You think someone is gonna go up against these hard cases if they know they canât kill âem if they have to? Thereâs always a fight, and if the bounty hunter or marshal or whoever isnât good enough, heâs dead. He takes that chance. If he is good enough, then he gets his man and the rewardâand thatâs one less criminal to bother decent folks. Would you rather no one tried?â
âNo, I suppose not.â Courtney sighed. She never had answers for Mattieâs reasonable arguments. âIt just seems so harsh.â
âYouâre just too tenderhearted,â Mattie said, âbut you canât tell me you were sorry when Polecat Parker was killed.â
âNo.â
âWell, theyâre all like that, Courtney. Itâs better for the rest of us if theyâre dead.â
âIâ¦guess so, Mattie.â
Mattie grinned. âYouâre hopeless, Courtney Harte. Youâd pity a snake.â
Courtney shook her head. âA snake? I donât think so.â
âWell, anyhowââMattie tapped the posterââyouâd think this fool would change his name, with so many of these posters around.â
âMaybe I like my name the way it is.â
The girls gasped and whirled around. Jim Ward stood right next to them, looking none too pleased. Of medium height and lanky, with close-set eyes over a hooked nose, he had a long,untrimmed mustache reaching clear to his jaw. He yanked the poster down, crumpling it and then stuffing it in his back pocket. He turned his cold gray eyes on Mattie, who was speechless for a change. Courtney managed to find her voice. âShe didnât mean anything, Mr. Ward.â
âMaybe I donât like beinâ called a fool no time, no how.â
âYou gonna shoot me?â Mattie sneered, suddenly reckless.
Courtney could have pinched her black and blue. Her knees turned weak.
âThat sounds like a right fine idea,â Ward said hotly.
âHere now!â Lars Handley called out to them. âI donât want trouble in my store.â
âThen stay where you are, old man,â Ward ordered harshly, and Lars stopped where he was. âThis here is between me and Miss Bigmouth,â Ward finished, and Lars eyed the rifle he kept under the counter. But he didnât reach for it.
No one else moved, either. It was deathly quiet. Charley and Snub had come in right after Ward did, and were sitting in the barberâs section enjoying the show.
Hector, finished with his customerâs shave, found his hands had began to tremble. The customer wiped his face clean, but he made no move to rise from the chair. Like the others, he quietly watched the drama unfolding.
Courtney was near to tears. My God, had she just moments before felt sorry for this man because someone would probably shoot him someday?
âMattie?â She tried sounding calm. âMattie, letâs go.â
âUh-uh,â Jim said, his hand snaking out to grab one of Mattieâs braids. He jerked her face very close to his. âBigmouth ainât leavinâ until she apologizes. Then Iâll tend to you, honey. Well?â he demanded of Mattie.
Courtney held her breath, seeing Mattieâs blue eyes spitting sparks.
âIâm sorry,â Mattie finally said quietly.
âLouder.â
âIâm sorry!â the girl shouted furiously.
Chuckling, Jim Ward let her go.
But those close-set eyes lit on Courtney now. He smiled disagreeably.
âNow, why donât you and me go somewhere where we can get better acquainted, honey? Iâve had my eye on you sinceââ
âNo!â Courtney blurted out.
âNo?â His eyes narrowed. âYouâre tellinâ me no?â
âIâI have to get back to the hotel, Mr. Ward.â
âUh-uh.â His fingers moved up her arm, then clamped around it tightly. âI donât