shook his head at the manâs attitude. âFrom your wife for free, if you ever find her again.â
âThat no-good bastard,â OâRiley grumbled and scowled at the thought of the wife-stealing horse trainer.
Rosa soon returned with her two hands full of tamales, and they sat on the stage office porch, unwrapped the corn shucks, and ate them.
âWhatâs next?â OâRiley asked. âMy asshole is sore. I could sleep for a week. And still no horses.â
Slocum looked at him hard in disgust. âDid I tell you this would be easy?â
âNo, butââ
âThatâs right. Now stop your bellyaching.â
They rode on through boulder-strewn Texas Canyon to Benson, arriving in the night, and ate supper in a small café they found still open.
âWhen she gets through eating, Iâm sending Rosa up to the block of crib houses and see if theyâve seen your fancy horses. The rustlers had to go by those narrow cribs to have gone south to Tombstone. And those women donât miss much.â
âWho are the ones that you want?â she asked between bites.
âThey would have been leading two fancy horses, a mare and a big stallion. You donât have a good description of them, do you, OâRiley?â
âThey are both fine, bay-colored horses. Heads high and powerful. The stallion has a scar, but you wouldnât see it unless you were up close.â
âOh, sure, if they went by, one of those
putas
would have seen them.â Rosa jumped to her feet. âI wonât be gone long.â
âWhat help will she be?â OâRiley asked, disgusted, when she was started away from them.
âShe probably can find out more from those women in half an hour than you or I could in a day or more.â
âSheâs a whore, ainât she?â
âI donât know. She ainât run off with another man yet.â
âWhy do you keep reminding me about my damn wife? That money-grubbing bitch left me.â
âMaybe because you treated her so nice is why she left you. You know, you are about the dopiest guy I ever met. You gripe even when folks are trying to help you for free and are doing their best.â
âHell, youâll get paid.â
âStart paying me and her every day then.â
âI need a drink.â
âSure, go blab off in some cantina and warn them bastards whoâve got your horses that weâre coming after them. Thatâs why I sent her. She can learn more from those sisters than you or I could spending a week in those saloons. Besides, the women wonât mention sheâs been there.â
âAll right, all right. What do I need to do then?â
âStop bitching. We will run these thieves down and get your horses back somehow. Be more helpful and damn sure stop treating Rosa like sheâs a slave. She came on her own and she can go on her own, anytime she wants. I figure she doesnât like working in a whorehouse, and she can be invaluable to us in this job.â
âI never really thought about that.â
âSo now go back and tell me about your wife and the guy she left with. Did they take the horses?â
âNo. I donât think so.â
âWhy not?â
âThey left Tucson, and I learned that they went north. I think those two went to Preskit in my buggy. They have horse races up there, the marshal told me. Do they?â
âYes, they do.â
âThey have races up there. He wanted to find another sucker like me and race his horses for him. No, I donât think they stole my racehorses. They just took my buggy and those two buggy horses. She could always say they were hers.â
âWhere did you meet her at?â
âAt Albany, New York. Her father had some racehorses. I met her at the racing meet. She was a lovely young woman, though I doubted she was a virgin at the time. She got a little tipsy at a party one night