toward the old Morton place. Something about him struck Scratch as familiar, but he didnât recognize the man right off.
The two of them climbed to their feet. Somebody moving that fast usually meant trouble, and Scratch was glad he hadnât taken off his gun belt and hung up the Remingtons. He watched tensely as the rider veered away from the house and came toward him and Eben. The man must have spotted them in the field.
Scratch relaxed a little as he realized why the rider looked familiar. He wasnât sure, but he thought the man was Hank Creel, Boâs youngest brother. When he came closer, Scratch was sure of it. He lifted a hand in greeting.
âThatâs Boâs brother Hank,â he told Eben.
âYeah, I recognize him now, too. But he looks mighty upset about something.â
Scratch agreed with that. And considering all the crazy things that had taken place since he and Bo returned to Bear Creek, he wasnât even too surprised that something else must have happened.
He just hoped it wasnât too bad.
âHowdy, Hank,â he called as the younger man hauled back on the reins and brought the horse to a skidding stop. Hank was red-faced and out of breath. He had never been a good rider, and Scratch thought that the way heâd been bouncing up and down in the saddle should have been a dead giveaway as to his identity.
Hank dismounted awkwardly and stumbled toward them. He said, âScratch, Bo needs your help. The marshal arrested him a little while ago.â
âWhat!â
Hank nodded and swallowed hard.
âMarshal Haltom brought a posse out from Bear Creek,â he said. âBo wouldnât put up a fight against the law, and he wouldnât let me, either.â
âNo, he wouldnât,â Scratch said. âBoâs always been the law-abidinâ sort, except when there wasnât any other way to make sure the right thing got done. He didnât do anythinâ?â
Hank shook his head and said, âNo, he just handed over his gun and went with them peacefully.â
Scratch knew how difficult it must have been for his old friend to do that.
âI thought your pa was goinâ to town to talk to the marshal,â he said to Hank.
âYeah, he did. He left the ranch not long after you did. But he and the posse must have missed each other somehow. Marshal Haltom had to have been on his way to the Star C by the time Pa left for Bear Creek.â
There were three or four different trails a man could use to get to the settlement from the Creel ranch, Scratch thought, so the idea wasnât too far-fetched. But it was bad luck for Bo, even though John Creel might not have been able to talk the lawman out of making an arrest if heâd been there.
âWho swore out the charges against Bo?â Scratch asked as his eyes narrowed in anger.
âDanny Fontaine.â
Eben made a disgusted noise and said, âThose damn carpetbagging Fontaines are nothing but trouble.â
Scratch turned to his brother-in-law.
âIâve got to head for town and see if I can talk some sense into the marshal,â he said.
âIt wonât be easy,â Eben warned. He put a hand on the muleâs shoulder. âJonas Haltom is honest, as far as I know, but heâs also stubborn as the day is long. If heâs convinced heâs done the right thing by arresting Bo, you wonât be able to talk him out of it.â
âWeâll see about that.â Scratch was still thinking about Judge Parker and Deputy Marshal Brubaker. They were the key to this . . . but only if he had time to get in touch with them and get a reply back.
With the way everybody in the settlement was so up in arms against Bo, Scratch worried about his old friend being locked up in jail. The situation was ripe for a lynch mob to form. That was another good reason to get to town as fast as he could.
âTell Dorothy Iâm sorry I couldnât
Simon Brett, Prefers to remain anonymous