Jeffords stepped down off the train. The ride from Tulsa had been tiring, and at 62 he was tired of tiring. All he wanted was to return to Oklahoma and his three-room cabin, and stay there forever.
But first, he had one last job.
Salter came toward him, grinning. "I see you got my telegram, old man. Thanks for coming--and making my reputation!"
The younger man made a move for his gun, but Jeffords was faster. One shot through the heart, and Jeffords holstered his gun and sat on the worn bench to await the next train back home.
But first, he had one last job.
Salter came toward him, grinning. "I see you got my telegram, old man. Thanks for coming--and making my reputation!"
The younger man made a move for his gun, but Jeffords was faster. One shot through the heart, and Jeffords holstered his gun and sat on the worn bench to await the next train back home.
