Longarm and the Apache Plunder

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A man had to study on his drinking money when he didn’t have a job. But while the Parthenon Saloon, near the place he used to work, asked an extra nickel for a needled beer, it also offered the best free lunch in town. So the former Deputy U.S. Marshal Custis Long was down at that end of the bar, nursing a needled beer while eating pickled pigs’ feet and potato salad, when his recent boss, Marshal Billy Vail, caught up with him.

The older and shorter Vail bellied up to the bar, snapped a German-silver badge upon the polished mahogany between them, and demanded in an injured tone, “What in blue blazes did I do or say, old son?”

Longarm, as he was better known away from the federal building he’d just stormed out of, coldly replied, “At the risk of sounding like your fool echo, you told me you wanted me to sneak down the other side of the Colorado-New Mexico line and ride herd on a heap of storm clouds hoverin over La Mesa de los Viejos, which is ominously close to Jicarilla country.”

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