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Authors: J. R. Roberts
The Town Council Meeting (7 page)
Clint smiled.
“I just don't think you and your men could encounter him and his men on the road without somebody ending up eating some dirtâunless . . .”
“Nice seeing you, Judge,” Andy Rivers said. He turned and walked out of the saloon.
The judge sat down, looked around the table.
“Well,” he said.
“You know,” Patton said, “it makes sense. Those two always seemed to be one up on Big Ed.”
“If that was the case,” Clint asked, “then why was it necessary to kill him?”
SIXTEEN
The question hung over the table.
“That's true,” Ben Lawson said. “If they were teaming up against him, there was no need for either one to want him dead.”
“So, the question is,” Clint said, “who else had a reason to want him dead?”
Again, the town council exchanged glances.
“How about you gents?”
The cards remained on the table as
that
question hung over them.
that
question hung over them.
“That's ridiculous,” the judge said. “Why would anybody at this table want to kill Ed Kennedy?”
“That's what I've been saying,” Clint pointed out. “But at least you fellas knew him. I didn't.”
“Ed Kennedy was very important to this town,” the mayor said. “So are Matt Holmes and Andy Rivers. The three of them keep this town alive with their business.”
“Doesn't mean somebody from this town didn't want him dead,” Clint said. “I happened to walk in here as the big, bad stranger and I'm getting the blame. It's easy to point a finger at the stranger in town, isn't it?”
The judge drummed his fingers on the tabletop.
“I don't like the direction this is takin',” he said.
“Once it's proven that I didn't kill him, people are going to start looking elsewhere.”
The cards stayed on the table.
“Still want to play poker?” Clint asked.
“You know,” Lawson said, “Yatesman is never gonna be able to figure this out.”
“We need somebody who can,” Chambers said.
Now all four men looked at Clint.
“Not me,” he said. “I'm a suspect, remember?”
“I think if you did it, you'd've been gone a long time ago,” the judge said. “Since we have a quorum, here, I say we vote on whether or not to hire Adams to solve the mystery of Ed Kennedy's death.”
“All in favor,” the mayor said, and the four men all said, “Aye,” at the same time.
“Nay,” Clint said.
“Sorry,” the judge said, “you ain't a member of the council.”
“But I'm the guy you're trying to hire,” Clint said. “Why should I help a town that's so ready to string me up for something I didn't do?”
“It ain't the town that's ready to string you up,” the judge said, “it's the Bar K boys.”
“And they're still out there,” Clint pointed out. “To take you up on your offer I'd have to be able to get out of this saloon.”
“You could slip out the back,” Lawson said.
“Somebody would tell them as soon as I did.”
“We can make sure they don't,” Chambers said.
“How?”
“We'll empty the saloon,” the judge said. “We'll say the meeting's too important and we need to have the saloon to ourselves. Once everybody's out, you can slip out the back.”
“And walk around town?”
“How many of the people in town do you think would recognize you walking the streets?” the mayor asked. “Hell, I ain't sure they even recognize me when I'm on the street.”
Clint looked around the table. All four men were staring at him.
“What about the game?” he asked.
“We'll keep the game goin',” the judge said, “but I think we all need some rest. Why don't we take a break to empty the saloon, catch a nap, and then work on getting Adams out the back door?”
“Wait a second,” Clint said. “I haven't agreed to anything, yet.”
“Yet?” the mayor asked.
“He means money,” Lawson said.
“Well,” Clint said, “the word you used was âhire.' ”
The other three glared at the judge.
“Well, you can't expect him to do it for nothin',” the judge said. “Why would he?”
“Ain't he got enough of our money over the past two days?” Chambers asked.
“Consider that as payment for poker lessons,” Clint said. “Wanting me to solve a murder . . . that's extra.”
“Okay, how much?” the judge asked.
“I don't know,” Clint said. “I'm still not sure I want to do it.”
“Well,” the judge said, “just because we believe you didn't do it doesn't mean anyone else does.”
“But if you tell people . . .” Clint said.
“And why should we?” Lawson asked.
“And who says we all believe you didn't do it?” Chambers asked.
Clint looked at the judge, who just shrugged.
“That's blackmail,” he said.
“Could be called that,” the judge said, “but blackmail wouldn't involve payment, so why don't we just agree that you'll be paid and discuss a price?”
“You drive a hard bargain, Judge,” Clint said.
SEVENTEEN
The game broke up briefly, which meant the town council meeting was in “recess.”
Clint found Jennifer and asked her if he could use her room.
“Should I come up with you?”
“After a while,” he said. “They're going to start emptying the saloon. Come up when that's done, so you can let me know.”
“And how long will we have?” she asked.
“Long enough for me to take a nap and make some decisions,” he said.
“Ooh,” she said, “a nap sounds like fun.”
“Waking up from a nap can be fun,” he said, “if you get my meaning.”
She smiled.
“Nobody ever said I was slow,” she told him. “Okay, the door's open. Go ahead. I'll be up there in a little while.”
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Clint didn't know where the council members went to get their rest. And he didn't know how much luck they were having downstairs emptying the saloon. He walked to the window and looked out. It was dark again and the Bar K men were once again carrying torches. He wondered how long it would be before somebody got the big idea to toss one through a window.
He was surprised that Sheriff Yatesman and his temporary deputies seemed to be doing the job, keeping the Bar K boys out of the saloon. Now, as he watched, people started to come streaming out of the saloon. He wondered what the reaction would be on the street.
He decided to actually try to get some sleep before Jennifer showed up. Also, he had some thinking to do about the killing of Ed Kennedy. He and the town council had come to an agreement on price, and he was now charged with solving a murderâand solving it would ultimately prove that he was not the one who killed the man. The money was secondary.
He removed his boots and lay down on the bed, fully dressed, with his gun hung on the bedpost. He had decided, after all these years, that bedposts had been invented for him to hang his gun on.
He clasped his hands behind his head and wondered what his detective friends like Talbot Roper and Heck Thomas would do?
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When Sheriff Yatesman saw everyone leaving the saloon he thought it was all over. Had Adams slipped out the back and made his escape, after all? He wanted to go in and find out, but he had to wait for everyone to come out, first.
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When the Bar K foreman, Arnie Coleman, saw the men filing out of the saloon he wondered what the hell was going on.
“Hey, Arnie,” one of the other men asked, “what the hellâ”
“I know, I know,” Coleman said. “Keep your eyes open, men. Adams might be tryin' to slip out with the crowd.”
“And if we see âim?”
Coleman turned to his men and said, “If anybody has a shot at Adams, take it!”
EIGHTEEN
Yates finally made his way into the saloon and caught the bartender and owner by the arm.
“What's goin' on, Sammy?”
“I dunno,” Sammy said. “The judge tol' me to empty the saloon, so I'm emptyin' the saloon.”
“Why?”
“I dunno,” Sammy said, again. “Ask âim. You know, I was doin' a heckuva business. Now I'm supposed to close? By the time I open again all these men will go back to their regular saloon.”
Sammy walked away, shaking his head.
Yatesman looked for the judge, spotted him at the back of the room with the mayor, and hurried over to the two men.
“Judge, Mayor, is it over?”
“Nothin's over, Sheriff,” the judge said, “we just wanted to empty the saloon.”
“Why?”
“We want the rest of our town council meeting to be private,” the mayor said. “That's all you gotta know.”
“Sheriff, your job is still to keep the Bar K boys at bay.”
“Keep âem where?”
“Out of the saloon,” the mayor said, “just like you been doin'.”
“Butâ”
“Don't ask any questions, Pete,” the judge said, slapping the lawman on the back. “Just keep doin' your job. You've been doin' great.”
“Whaâreally? Well, okay . . .”
Now the judge's slap turned into a push toward the door.
“Just keep doin' your job,” he said, again.
As the sheriff went back out the doors Sammy closed and locked them, then turned to stare at the judge and the mayor.
“Don't worry, Sammy,” the judge said. “It's temporary.”
“You got some empty rooms upstairs?” the mayor asked.
“Sure,” Sammy said. “The girls went up to their rooms, but there's a couple. I think Mr. Chambers and Mr. Lawson took one. You and the judge can have the other one.”
“What say, Mayor?” the judge asked. “Roommates?”
“Just for tonight, Judge. Sammy, we'll be back down to continue our meetin'.”
“What am I supposed to do until then?” the saloon owner asked.
“We're takin' a short rest, Sammy,” the mayor said. “I suggest you do the same.”
“Yeah,” Sammy said, “rest.”
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Clint woke up with Jennifer tugging at his trousers. He'd taken his boots off, so once she got his belt undone the trousers gave in to her insistent tugging.
“Jenniferâ”
“Quiet,” she said, “just lie there and rest.”
Was she taking his pants off to make him more comfortableâor to make herself more comfortable?
It became clear once his pants were off and she went for his underwear, running her hands over his bare thighs.
“Jennâ”
“I'm gonna relax you,” she told him, sliding his underwear off.
His cock had already gotten the message and was getting harder and longer.
Now he noticed she had turned the flame on the wall lamp up when she entered. He had turned it down before he fell asleep.
She stepped back and reached behind herself to undo her dress, slide it down her shoulders, and step out of it. She had no undergarments on. He didn't know if this was always the case, or if she had started doing that since his arrival. He didn't mind, though. Her full breasts came into view, and as she massaged them the nipples became harder, and so did he.
Naked, she joined him on the bed, and this time she rubbed her big breasts over the bare skin of his thighs. She did that for a little while, kissing his belly at the same time, and then eventually took his rigid shaft between her big breasts and rolled it there. The head of his dick peeked up from her cleavage, and she ran her tongue over it.
“Relax me, huh?” he asked. “I'm not feeling very relaxed at the moment.”
“I'm not, either,” she said, grinning up at him, “but don't worry, we both will be . . . soon.”
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When the front doors of the saloon were locked Arnie Coleman said aloud, “What the hell is goin' on?”
He ran forward, but stopped short when the sheriff and his deputies turned to face him.
“What's goin' on, Sheriff? Where's Adams?”
“He's inside, as far as I know, Coleman.”
“As far as you know?” Coleman demanded. “How do we know he didn't slip out the back?”
“Because I have a man in the back to make sure none of you slip in,” Yatesman said, “and I'm sure you have a man to make sure he doesn't slip out. And neither of us has heard anythin'.”
“Why are they lockin' the saloon up?”
“I told you, the meetin' is gonna be private.”
“What're they doin' now?”
“Takin' a break,” Yatesman said. “They'll start up again, soon.”
“And what're we supposed to do?”
“How about you all go home?” Yatesman asked.
“Not while the man who killed our boss is still in there,” Coleman said, pointing at the saloon.
“Well then, I guess we're all just gonna have to keep waitin' out here, like we been doin', ain't we?”
NINETEEN
By the time Jennifer slid the entire length of Clint's cock down her throat he was ready to explode. She kept it there for a few seconds, then slid him out again. She smiled as she took hold of him at the base and squeezed, taking his urge away. She knew what she was doing, this girl.
“I'm not gonna let you finish until I use you up,” she told him. “Do you mind?”
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