incursion back into Mexico.
âWhen did Scrap come back to Austin?â Josiah said.
âOnly yesterday, señor, back with the rest of the company, and trouble found him very quickly. He is in jail for the killing of a whore.â
Josiah opened the door then. He smiled slightly at the sight of his friend, then jerked his head, motioning for Juan Carlos to come inside. Happiness was not exactly what Josiah felt, considering the news heâd just been told.
It was not known to anyone how old Juan Carlos really was, but his hair was white as the snow on top of a mountain, contrasting even more brilliantly against his dark brown skin. Juan Carlos was half-Mexican and was the half brother of Hiram Fikes, Pearlâs dead father and Josiahâs former captain. Still able but less spry after taking a bullet near the gut in Brackett, Texas, several months prior, Juan Carlos operated in a variety of different capacities but most often as a spy for the Rangers. At least he had when his brother was alive, and more recently for Captain McNelly.
Josiah looked up and down the street to make sure Juan Carlos was alone, then closed the door softly and locked it.
Juan Carlos stood in the center of the room, a little hunched over, a natural stance not indicating pain or trouble, dressed in near rags, with no knife or gun showing. There was no question that the man was armed, just not visibly. Juan Carlos liked to fade into the crowd and not be noticed. He had saved Josiahâs life on more than one occasion and had more fighting skills, and gun talents, than any one man ought to have a right to. The fool who mistook Juan Carlos for a weak old man would end up a dead fool if he pushed him around or bullied him, or anyone he cared about.
âWhat are you afraid of, Señor Josiah?â Juan Carlos asked, his voice low in tone, aware of Josiahâs situation with Lyle.
âNothing.â Josiah laid the Peacemaker on the table in the kitchen. âTell me about Elliot.â
âAfraid of nothing? Certainly you do not expect me to believe that? Treating a friend like a stranger at the door? Life in the city has made you a nervous man, Josiah Wolfe. I am surprised by the change in you.â
âItâs not the city that has made me nervous.â Josiah glanced unconsciously to the back room where Lyle slept.
âYou fear for the safety of your son.â It was not a question but a statement.
Josiah stared at the old Mexican, not acknowledging whether he was right or wrong. âI have made enemies everywhere I have gone, Juan Carlos, you know that. I canât be too careful.â
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, Señor Josiah, Cortina would like nothing more than to see you dead. But he has been driven deeper into Mexico by McNelly and the other company of Rangers that joined him there.â
âThey will go after Cortina regardless of the border.â
Juan Carlos hunched his shoulders. âIt is no longer my concern. I followed McNellyâs company home to see my niece. Is she well?â
âI asked about Elliot.â Josiah sat down at the table after lighting a hurricane lamp. The room immediately smelled of coal oil. âYou said he killed a whore? That doesnât sound like something he would be involved in. Elliotâs always ready for a fight, but with a man not a woman. Heâs scared of his own shadow around them. Even whores.â
âThat is why I am here, señor.â
âAnd this is not a ruse? After everything that has happened, Iâm a little suspicious of what Juan Cortina is capable of.â
âYou are in no danger that I know of,â Juan Carlos said.
âThatâs good to know. But my troubles are far from cured even if Juan Cortina is hundreds of miles away. I faced down his last bounty hunter, and Iâm sure there will be more. Following you, or using Elliot as a way to lure me out in the open, would not be beneath
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