The Hunt for Clint Adams

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comin’ in tomorrow.”
    â€œLet’s hope they’re as good as you say they are,” Tarver said.
    â€œYou’re askin’ a lot, Jed,” Dexter said.
    â€œI want them to be experienced, and to be good with a gun.”
    â€œYou want boys who have taken off trains, stages, banks . . . this ain’t the old days.”
    â€œThen I’ll take older men,” Tarver said. “Forty to fifty ain’t bad.”
    Tarver was still in his late thirties, but Dexter had passed forty while his partner had been in jail.
    â€œWell, the boys I got comin’ in are in their thirties,” Dexter said. “They rode with Hal Jordan while you was inside.”
    â€œWhat happened to Jordan?”
    â€œHe’s dead,” Dexter said. “Shot out of the saddle tryin’ to rob a bank in Kansas. These boys have been lookin’ for a gang to join.”
    â€œI’m gonna go get a steak,” Tarver said, standing up. “Your boys getting in early tomorrow?”
    â€œShould be.”
    â€œI’ll be back here in the mornin’, then,” Tarver said. “You wanna get a steak?”
    â€œGotta finish my beer,” Dexter said, “then I thought I’d get me some Mexican food.”
    Tarver made a face.
    â€œI didn’t miss Mex food while I was inside,” he said. “See ya later. I’ll come in and have a beer with you.”
    â€œOkay,” Dexter said. “See ya.”
    Tarver went out the batwing doors, then stepped to the window to look inside. Dexter got up from the table and walked back to the bar to stand next to Gerald. Those two were thick as thieves these days. They were planning something, but Tarver figured Dexter wouldn’t do a thing until they made some money.
    He went to find that steak.
    â€œHe’s bein’ real picky, ain’t he?” Gerald asked. “What makes you think he’ll hire these boys yer bringin’ in?”
    â€œBecause he’s bein’ so picky,” Dexter said, “he’s also gonna get impatient. He’s ready to pull a job.”
    â€œGot one in mind?”
    â€œThere’s a bank in a town near here that’s holding’ a payroll,” Dexter said, “That’ll probably be first.”
    â€œWhen do we go?”
    â€œTarver and me usually go in first and take a look,” Dexter said. “I said Tarver was getting impatient. Don’t you do the same. It’s all gonna work out.”
    â€œIt better,” Gerald said. “If Tarver catches on to you . . .”
    â€œDon’t worry, he ain’t gonna catch on,” Dexter said. “He trusts me, and he thinks I still trust him.”
    â€œI hope you’re right.”
    â€œStop worryin’, I toldja,” Dexter said. “It’s all gonna work out.”
    â€œWe gettin’ some Mexican food?” Gerald asked.
    â€œYeah,” Dexter said. “Finish your beer and we’ll get some tacos and beans.”
    â€œAnd rice,” Gerald said. “I want rice.”
    Dexter drained his beer, hoping he’d learned more in four and a half years outside than Tarver had learned on the inside.

    The next day, two men arrived in town. Dexter met them at the hotel.
    â€œBobby, Tom,” he said, shaking hands with them. “Just make sure you tell Tarver everything he wants to hear.”
    Bobby Davis said, “I really wanna work with Tarver, man.”
    â€œWhat for?” Tom Melvin asked. “We’re just gonna end up killin’ him.”
    Hey!” Dexter snapped. “Get that thought out of your mind, you hear?”
    Tom stared at Dexter, confused.
    â€œBut you said—”
    â€œNever mind what I said,” Dexter cut him off. “Just make sure he takes you guys on. After that, do what he says until I say different. You got that?”
    â€œYeah, yeah,” Tom said. “I got

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