set do on the bajada.

    Nobody got out. ting for t to bloorbert cor winding down.

    ts name yre. Bell kneo.  out os and  and a Cart canvas jacket and  until  h.

    Sheriff Bell, he said.

    Agent McIntyre.

    vehis?

    Its a 72 Ford pickup.

    McIntyre stood looking out doapped t his leg.

    Bell. Im o kno, e in color.

    Id say we. Yes.

    Could use a set of tires.

    over and ruck. e on his clipboard. he looked inside.

    forhe back.

    tires?

    Bell anding s. . Deputy  y.

    Rival party.

    Yessir.

    I t t up.

    they are.

    But not this one.

    Not this one.

    McIntyre looked too a ride doh you?

    Sure you can.

    toorberts truck. t looked at Bell and apped t  intend to make this easy, do you?

    yre. Im just messin h you.

    t t-up trucks. McIntyre o ed in t t thing I ever saw, he said.

    ood making notes on ances and made a rougc tes.

    ere there no guns here? he said.

    Not as many as t two pieces in evidence.

    heyve been dead?

    Four or five days.

    Somebody must  away.

    Bell nodded. t a mile north of here.

    t Bronco.

    Yep.

    Mexican black tar.

    Bell looked at torbert. torbert leaned and spat.

    If t somebody is  missing.

    Id say ts a reasonable guess.

    McIntyre continued ing. Dont  it.

    I aint worried.

    McIntyre adjusted  and stood looking at trucks. Are t  here?

    Ran