but I decided to target one who obviously was. I looked over at the barn. Ignacio still had his rifle trained on somebody.

For a moment, we both looked at one another. Like me, he was probably wondering just what kind of signal Charley was going to give us. I assumed it had to be one that would allow him and the two women to get to safety.

I watched Charley walk over to the well, where the two women were drawing water and pouring it into their wooden buckets. I couldn't tell if he was talking to them, but I assumed he was telling them what to do when all hell broke loose. I watched as one of the women gingerly poured water in his battered canteen.

"Get a wiggle on," Bledsoe yelled at Lupita and Marisol. "That nester can git his own beef tea. We're gittin' gut s...

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