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“That’s in a lot of bars around the state,” the man said.
“As it should be,” Vern said. “Hunters are hunting again and the bad guy is dead. Or so I read.”
“You don’t believe it?”
Vern said, “Rumor is the story’s more complicated. But that’s just jailhouse talk. Why should I doubt the word of the governor who set me free even though he took his own sweet time doing it? He said it was Klamath Moore, so as far as I’m concerned, it was Klamath Moore.”
“May that son of a bitch roast in hell,” the redheaded woman said, toasting the photo with her fresh drink.
“Perhaps she’d excuse us for a minute?” the benefactor said.
“Why?” Vern asked.
“Why?” she echoed.
“Just a little business.”
“Do I know you?” Vern asked.
“No.”
“Honey,” Vern said, patting her on the butt, “give me just a minute, please.”
“Fine,” she said, sliding unsteadily off her stool. “I need to pee, anyway.”
“Your girlfriend?” the benefactor asked.
“Of course not, come on. But she’ll do for a Tuesday night in Rawlins, Wyoming.”
The man smiled. It was a cruel smile, Vern thought. Did he know this guy? Had he met him on the inside, or on the outside? Did he arrest him once for poaching, back in the day?
“So today is the first day of the rest of your life,” the man said.
“In a way.” Vern was starting to get a bad feeling about this. “Have we met?”
“I said no. But we have a mutual acquaintance.”
“Who might that be?”
“His name is Joe Pickett.”
The light went out of Vern’s eyes. “Oh.”
“He’s my friend, and he’s in a bad way right now. The world has fallen in on him. I’m confident he’ll be able to pull out of it, though. He’s got the support of his family. He’s not so sure about his boss.” The man paused until it became uncomfortable. “And someone who looks out for him.”
Vern felt the blood drain from his face. “I better be going.”
“Not yet.”
Vern felt something long and heavy like a pipe laid across his thigh. He looked down at the barrel of the biggest pistol he’d ever seen, the gaping muzzle an inch from his crotch.
“I was kind of hoping my freedom might last more than one night,” Vern said, swallowing bitterly.
Nate said, “A false hope, as it turns out. Here, hold out your hand.”
“What’s this?
A poker chip?

“Yup,” Nate said. “The last one. I found it on Shenandoah’s body. Hold onto it tight and think about it while we go outside for your last walk.”
Acknowledgments
The author would like to acknowledge research material used in this novel, including
Tracking: Signs of Man, Signs of Hope,
by David Diaz with V. L. McCann, and
Wilderness Evasion
, by Michael Chesbro.
Thanks to Wyoming game warden Mark Nelson, who provided invaluable information regarding tracking and investigative procedure, to Laurie Box and Ann Rittenberg, for reading the first drafts and offering better ideas, and to Don Hajicek, for
www.cjbox.net
.
A special tip of the black Stetson goes to the team of enthusiastic pros at Putnam and Berkley, including Ivan Held, Rachel Kahan, Michael Barson, and Thomas Colgan.
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