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Besides, dammit, there was a pursuit to organize, and the sooner that
was done the better.

"Come along, Custis. I have a hackney waiting around the corner."

Longarm nodded and, without protest, allowed Henry to lead him away
from the saddest and most miserable damn thing he'd ever in his life had to
do. God, this was bad.


Chapter 3


Longarm leaned forward to flick the butt of a cheroot out of the cab
window, then slouched back onto the worn padding of the seat. He felt
lousy. But then this was one truly lousy day in every way that counted.

"Long. Custis."

"Yes, Henry?"

"Could I ... could I ask you something."

"Yeah, of course." Longarm continued to peer out the window, not
really focusing on anything, his expression vacant and miserable.

"The ... I remember the other day seeing you run after the carriage,
what was left of it."

"Uh-huh."

"And today ... those coffins being closed."

"Yes?"

"Was it bad?"

The scene came all too readily back into Longarm's memory. Just like
it had been that day.

"It was bad," he said softly, not wanting to go over it again in his
mind, but knowing Henry was entitled to an answer. Henry had cared for
Billy every bit as much as Longarm did. No, that probably wasn't true
either. Henry very probably cared for Billy Vail even more than Longarm.
They'd worked together every day, and were much more than boss and
employee. They'd been friends. That was one of Billy Vail's many gifts.
He was able to command more than mere loyalty from the people he worked
with. He was able to generate love as well.