his lips with relish as he gazed at his brother. Red began to swear. He heatedly cursed the robbers and their immediate ancestors as he hitched up his chaps and started off in the direction of his brother's corral.
"I'm gonna borrow one o' yore hosses," he flung back over his shoulder.
"Help yoreself," Tom called after him. "Take Jack Owens saddle. She's hangin inside the front door."
"Guess we've done learned all we need here," said the methodical Kansas. "Might as well scare up a posse now an do a li'l trailin."
They had no need to scare up a posse. Every Farewell citizen, on hearing the news, reached for his Winchester, scooped up saddle and bridle and headed for his horse.
Within fifteen minutes Kansas Casey was riding the wagon-track trail. With him galloped the two Kanes, Buck Saylor and twenty other men. Other of Farewell's inhabitants, slower in the uptake, followed by twos and threes.
They followed the tracks eastward a distance of more than five miles. Ridin