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by Austin Davis


  “All right, now,” said Wick, “if that’s true, then why didn’t Pulaski just choose remains of seven more horses from his morgue the night he discovered the evidence was missing?”

  “Because no other horses would have matched the descriptions on the original dec sheets,” I replied. “The case had become so smelly by then that he knew we would hire our own pathologist to verify his findings. When our pathologist’s report didn’t match his, things would have gotten even more embarrassing.”

  “So the insurance money reimbursed you for the bogus quarter-million loan from Scales,” Stroud said to Bevo.

  “Right. Only, like I say, there wasn’t no quarter-million loan from him, since there wasn’t no horses. I was supposed to pay Nyman fifty thousand out of the settlement, when I got it.” Bevo winked at me. “I don’t think I’ll do that now.”

  “And the money you borrowed from the Farmer’s Branch Bank, you’ve had that money stashed all the time?”

  “Yep. That’s another quarter mil.” He laughed. “If only I could have found a way to snooker you out of your fee, I’d have walked off with the whole pot. As it is, I made close to nine hundred thousand on the deal. Not bad, considering I never even had to burn any horses.”

  “A little more effort went into it than that,” I reminded him. “Don’t forget, Deck Willhoit almost gelded you that night in Dallas. And you came close to going to prison.”

  “You lying little rat’s ass son of a bitch!” Wick said, a note of awe in his voice.

  “It’s the principle, Mr. Chandler,” Bevo explained. “You get a plan, you stick with it. That’s what I done, and it sure as hell worked.”

  “With a little help from us!” Wick said.

  “I don’t want you boys to think I’m not grateful,” Bevo said, starting the car’s engine. “I’m reserving an emu egg for each of you, soon as I get the ranch started. You know what an emu egg’s worth?”

  “That’s fine, Bevo,” said Stroud, “we could use the protein.” The old man gave a little shrug. “I just hope you’ll still be grateful when you get the 1099 form we’re sending to the IRS to let them know you got all this money.”

  Bevo’s smile disappeared. “What?”

  “The law imposed that duty on us when the check came to this firm.”

  “Are you fucking nuts?” Bevo cried.

  “Ask Mr. Parker here,” Stroud said. “He’s our tax man.”

  “That’s right, Bevo,” I said. “Principle, you know. And the firm doesn’t want to pay the tax on the money it pays out to you.”

  Bevo slammed the Lexus in gear, rocketed out of the parking space, and ringing curses on our heads, sped away down Main Street.

  Wick watched him go and shook his head. “Think he’s still going to give me an emu egg?”

  “If he does,” Stroud said, clapping him on the shoulder, “you can sit on it. And when it hatches, you can give it to Mike Starns to replace the bird you lost for him.”

  We had not noticed Paul Primrose leaving the bank, but now, as he passed us in his car on his way back to Mule Springs, he made a universal gesture toward us with his hand.

  “There you have it, Mr. Parker,” the old man said. “The elected district attorney, the highest peace officer in Claymore County, a lay preacher, no longer waves at us with his entire hand. What does that say to you?”

  “I think it says, 'Welcome home,’” I replied as we headed for the office door.

  AUSTIN DAVIS is a native Texan. This is his first novel.

  Copyright © 2003 by Steve Garrison and John Alexander.

  All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form without written permission from the publisher.

  This is a work of fiction. Names, places, characters, and incidents are products of the author's imagination or are used fictionally. Any resemblance to actual people, places, or events is entirely coincidental.

  Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data available.

  ISBN 978-1-4521-2502-2

  Designed by tom & john: a design collaborative

  Composition by Suzanne Scott

  Cover photo by Petography

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  Contents

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Chapter 29

  Chapter 30

  Chapter 31

  Chapter 32

  Chapter 33

  Chapter 34

  Chapter 35

  Chapter 36

  Chapter 37

  Chapter 38

  Chapter 39

  Chapter 40

  Chapter 41

  Chapter 42

  Chapter 43

  Chapter 44

  Chapter 45

  Chapter 46

  Chapter 47

  Chapter 48

  About the Author

  Copyright

 

 

 


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