“It’s a long ways to Dry Springs, Marshal,” Bill Noonan said. His hands were tied to the saddle horn and his feet had been tied with a rope stretched under his horse’s belly. Sid and Charlie were tied in a similar manner and a rope had been attached to each horse in turn, in chainlike fashion, with the end tied to Coburn’s saddle. Hawk had helped Coburn secure the prisoners and then had ridden on.
Coburn rode beside Noonan with Charlie and Sid in front. “There’s three of us and only one of you. We’ll be waiting our chance, you know,” Bill said confidently.
“I know,” the big marshal said. “But, I figure, I can handle it.”
“Too bad, you split up with your pal,” Noonan mused. “You’d‘ve had a better chance.”
“He’s not my pal,” Coburn shrugged. “And you’re lucky I’m taking you back instead of him. He never brings anyone back alive.”
Noonan went silent, but tried not to show his concern. His brow furrowed with worry for his two sons.
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