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parked a ways down and two men were standing there in the dull red glare。 they nodded each in turn and said sheriff。
we could of brought weeners； she said。
yeah。 marshmallers。
you wouldnt think a car would burn like that。
no； you wouldnt。 did you all see anything？
no sir。 just the fire。
didnt pass nobody or nothin？
no sir。
does that look to you like about a 77 ford； wendell？
it could be。
id say it is。
was that what the old boy was drivin？
yeah。 dallas plates。
it wasnt his day； was it sheriff。
it surely wasnt。
why do you reckon they set fire to it？
i dont know。
wendell turned and spat。 wasnt what the old boy had in mind when he left dallas i dont reckon； was it？
bell shook his head。 no； he said。 id guess it was about the farthest thing from his mind。
in the morning when he got to the office the phone was ringing。 torbert wasnt back yet。
he finally called at nine…thirty and bell sent wendell to get him。 then he sat with his feet on the desk staring at his boots。 he sat that way for some time。 then he picked up the mobile and called wendell。
where you at？
just past sanderson canyon。
turn around and e back。
all right。 what about torbert？
call him and tell him to just set tight。 ill e get him this afternoon。
yessir。
go to the house and get the keys to the truck from loretta and hook up the horsetrailer。
saddle my horse and lorettas and load and ill see you out there in about a hour。
yessir。
he hung up the speaker and got up and went down to check on the jail。
they drove through the gate and closed it again and drove down along the fence about a hundred feet and parked。 wendell unlatched the trailer doors and led the horses out。 bell took the reins of his wifes horse。 you ride winston； he said。
you sure？
oh im more than sure。 anything happens to lorettas horse i can tell you right now you damn sure dont want to be the party that was aboard him。
he handed wendell one of the lever action rifles hed brought and swung up into the saddle and pulled his hat down。 you ready？ he said。
they rode side by side。 weve drove all through their tracks but you can still see what it was； bell said。 big offroad tires。
when they got to the car it was just a blackened hulk。
you were right about the plates； wendell said。
i lied about the tires though。
hows that。
i said theyd still be burnin。
the car sat in what looked like four puddles of tar； the wheels wrapped in blackened skeins of wire。 they rode on。 bell pointed at the ground from time to time。 you can tell the day tracks from the night ones； he said。 they were drivin out here with no lights。
see there how crooked the track is？ like you can just see far enough ahead to duck the brush in front of you。 or you might leave some paint on a rock like that right yonder。
in a sandwash he got down and walked up and back and then looked away toward the south。 its the same tire tread in back as was goin down。 made about the same time。
you can see the stripes real clear。 which way theyre a goin。 theys two or more trips each way； id say。
wendell sat his horse； his hands crossed on the big roping pommel。 he leaned and spat。
he looked off to the south with the sheriff。 what do you reckon it is were fixin to find down here？
i dont know； bell said。 he put his foot in the stirrup and stood easily up into the saddle and put the little horse forward。 i dont know； he said again。 but i cant say as im much lookin forward to it。
when they reached mosss truck the sheriff sat and studied it and then rode slowly around it。 both doors were open。
somebodys pried the inspection plate off the door； he said。
the numbers is on the frame。
yeah。 i dont think thats why they took it。
i know that truck。
i do too。
wendell leaned and patted the horse on the neck。 the boys name is moss。
yep。
bell rode back around the rear of the truck and turned the horse to the south and looked at wendell。 you know where he lives at？
no sir。
hes married； aint he。
i believe he is。
the sheriff sat looking at the truck。 i was just thinkin itd be a curious thing if he was missin two or three days and nobody said nothin about it。
pretty curious。
bell looked down toward the caldera。 i think we got some real mischief here。
i hear you； sheriff。
you think this boys a doperunner？
i dont know。 i wouldnt of thought it。
i wouldnt either。 lets go down here and look at the rest of this mess。
they rode down into the caldera carrying the winchesters upright before them in the saddlebow。 i hope this boy aint dead down here； bell said。 he seemed a decent enough boy the time or two i seen him。 pretty wife too。
they rode past the bodies on the ground and stopped and got down and dropped the reins。 the horses stepped nervously。
lets take the horses out yonder a ways； bell said。 they dont need to see this。
yessir。
when he came back bell handed him two billfolds hed taken from the bodies。 he looked toward the trucks。
these two aint been dead all that long； he said。
where they from？
dallas。
he handed wendell a pistol hed picked up and then he squatted and leaned on the rifle he was carrying。 these two is been executed； he said。 one of their own； id say。 old boy never even got the safety off that pistol。 both of em shot between the eyes。
the othern didnt have a gun？
killer could of took it。 or he might not of had one。
bad way to go to a gunfight。
bad way。
they walked among the trucks。 these sumbitches are bloody as hogs； wendell said。
bell glanced at him。
yeah； wendell said。 i guess you ought to be careful about cussin the dead。
i would say at the least there probably aint no luck in it。
its just a bunch of mexican drugrunners。
they were。 they aint now。
i aint sure what youre sayin。
im just sayin that whatever they were the only thing they are now is dead。
ill have to sleep on that。
the sheriff tilted forward the bronco seat and looked in the rear。 he wet his finger and pressed it to the carpet and held his finger to the light。 thats been some of that old mexican brown dope in the back of this rig。
long gone now though； aint it。
long gone。
wendell squatted and studied the ground under the door。 it looks like theres some more here on the ground。 could be that somebody cut into one of the packages。 see what was inside。
could of been checkin the quality。 gettin ready to trade。
they didnt trade。 they shot each other。
bell nodded。
there might not of even been no money。
thats possible。
but you dont believe it。
bell thought about it。 no； he said。 probably i dont。
there was a second mix…up out here。
yes； bell said。 at least that。
he rose and pushed the seat back。 this good citizens been shot between the eyes too。
yep。
they walked around the truck。 bell pointed。
thats been a machinegun； them straight runs yonder。
id say it has。 so where do you reckon the driver got to？
its probably one of them layin in the grass yonder。
bell had taken out his kerchief and he held it across his nose and reached in and picked up a number of brass shell…casings o