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Show ; 1 1" t li, v. hat's lining In happen ncl " I'arisii didn't w asl'1 any linn1 gelling i.'ii Ins horse miiiI galloping (ill In Hie 11(11 III lien picked up the loose rope, which had I'iillcn In Ihc ground. "I'lc;isc don't tic his H;inks." Owen pc;icd. "II vv;is an accident with the doc - honest, it was." "II was no accident with Parish. II I hadn't come along, you'd have killed Ihc man." "I'.ul he set the prison on lire and run off all those sheep." "I know he didn't," Ben said as he tied up the reins of the black gelding so they wouldn't drag on the ground. Then he removed his bedroll and saddle bags from behind Owen. "I believe you when you say Pat's death was an accident." Ben said. "Still, you admit to pushing his foot through the stirrup. Pat wasn't a good horseman, and you knew it." 'How would I know that''" "And Parish would have been killed," Ben said, not bothering to respond to Owen's comment, "had I not come along and stopped you from pulling on the flan!: cinch. The horse would have bucked him oil with his loot through the stirrup. You're no good. Owen." "I'm not a polygamist." ".Just as you told Parish his fate was in the hands of Cod, so ;s yours now," Ben said, slapping the black gelding on the rump with the loose rope. The gelding lurched forward into a full gallop, the other horse at its side. Both horses disappeared into the blackness, heading south towards Salt lake City. When the galloping horses could no longer be seen or heard, Ben turned to the barefooted deputy. "Have you heard from Gibson or Shank since the sheep ruckus?" (To be continued ) "Yes," Ben admitted. "I think you're telling the truth, so I won't kill you here in the middle of the road." "I want the black gelding back." "You can have it." said Ben, "but first we're going to tie up your partner." With Parish's rifle 'still pointed at him, the other deputy dismounted so Ben could tie his hands behind his back. Ben pushed the man to the ground so Parish,, could remove his boots, which he tied to the man's saddle. ' Next Ben bound Owen's hands behind his back. "What are you going to do?" Owen demanded. "I'm a deputy U.S. marshal." "Here's your horse," Ben said, leading the black gelding forward. "Cet on." "I can't. My hands are tied." "Parish will help you." Parish helped Owen get on the horse. "Where are we going?" Owen asked. "We are not going anywhere." Ben said, quickly grabbing Owen's fool and forcing it through the stirrup until the stirrup was dangling loosely about his ankle. "Parish," Ben said, "if you have a place to hide, I suggest you get on your way. You don't want to be a |