Lancaster said. Kent moved into the room with his hands up. “Close the door.” “Lancaster,” Kent said, closing the door on his dead partner. “Now I remember. You used to ride with Beck.” “Long time ago,” Lancaster said. “I thought you were dead,” Kent said. “I think even Beck thought you were dead, and now you’re huntin’ him?” “That’s right,” Lancaster said. “And you’re gonna tell me where he is.” “That’s gonna be pretty hard,” Kent said, “since I don’t know where he is.” “Then he paid you in advance?” “That’s right.” “And you and your partner are just so honorable you did the job anyway, huh?” “Don’t kid yerself,” Kent said. “If I thought I could’ve got away with it, I woulda left town the day after he did.” “So you’re afraid of him?” “Damn right.” “Are you afraid of me?” “Hell, no.” Lancaster cocked the hammer on his gun and said, “You should be.” “You were somethin’ once, Lancaster,”
