Walking around to the front of his law office, Roland Mason encountered his friend Odysseus Martin, known around Laramie as Odd Martin. But what astounded the lawyer was that Odd was walking down the street with his hands in the air, with a stranger holding a Winchester pointed at Odd's back.
The Winchester rifle was held in gloved hands. He had a bag that he carried by its strap, over his shoulder. His face was impassive, eyes almost invisible by the shade created by the hat. A huge brown handlebar mustache graced his upper lip. Mason had seen his type before. Lawman of some kind. Only, he sported no visible badge. Maybe not a U.S marshal, then.
Bounty hunter. All business, this one.
Not a good sign.
Odd must have been at work at Edmondson’s livery. His clothes, although patched and worn, were clean and well cared for. Odd’s wavy black hair was likewise clean and combed.
Mason could not place the look on Odd’s face. He was most certainly dazed by this situation, but, for the rest, Mason could not tell if Odd was scared, confused, or resigned- just a wave of emotions Mason couldn’t completely read.
Odd saw Mason and called out, “Mistah Mason, Mistah Mason, ol’ Odd needs your help somethin’ desperate.”
The Winchester rifle was held in gloved hands. He had a bag that he carried by its strap, over his shoulder. His face was impassive, eyes almost invisible by the shade created by the hat. A huge brown handlebar mustache graced his upper lip. Mason had seen his type before. Lawman of some kind. Only, he sported no visible badge. Maybe not a U.S marshal, then.
Bounty hunter. All business, this one.
Not a good sign.
Odd must have been at work at Edmondson’s livery. His clothes, although patched and worn, were clean and well cared for. Odd’s wavy black hair was likewise clean and combed.
Mason could not place the look on Odd’s face. He was most certainly dazed by this situation, but, for the rest, Mason could not tell if Odd was scared, confused, or resigned- just a wave of emotions Mason couldn’t completely read.
Odd saw Mason and called out, “Mistah Mason, Mistah Mason, ol’ Odd needs your help somethin’ desperate.”