The Trailsman 317 (18 page)

“Yes,” Fargo said, and shot him in the knee. He let Skagg thrash a bit, then shot him in the other knee.

“You bastard! You miserable, rotten stinking bastard!”

Fargo swung down. He walked up to Skagg and jammed the Colt into Skagg's right eye. “This is for Mabel Landry,” he said, and emptied the Colt.

Morning Dove rose. Brushing at her dress, she came over and stared at the bullet-riddled husk. “Nicely done.”

“It was over too fast,” Fargo said. “I wanted him to suffer like Mabel suffered.”

“Are you in a hurry to return to the white man's world?”

Fargo looked at her and saw the question she had not voiced in her eyes. Smiling, he answered, “I suppose the ladies at the trading post can wait a few more days.”