GO EN RODEO EN 9

dutch gervin was a big man.. a mean man and a man who people feared. he was a bull dogger who hadnt won a dime in over a year. but he kept showing up to rodeos. he didnt ask for a ride on your bull dogging horse, he told you. no one had turned him down at 6 foot 6 and 260 pounds and a mass of muscled across his chest folks just handed him the bridle reins. after all what was one run? what no one could figgure out was where he got the money to keep going down the road. but if they had taken the time to check his back trail they would find that after each rodeo shut down and moved on to another western town there was always a armed robbery of a small business. as joe and ed and jerry walked through camp leading sox back to camp dutch had stood there alone and appraised the sorrell horse.. he was already scheming on how to own the animal. he was so busy watching the smooth way of going the horse had he didnt notice that jerry had seen him doing just that. dutch had never approached jerry or ed about rideing on of their horses. he knew that he couldnt intimidate the brothers. it was also rumored that jerry always had a loaded pistol on him at all times. dutch knew he could win a fist fight with just about any one except a 45 caliber lead injecter. at camp joe had strung a picket line ovrhead between two pine trees. just at dusk he noticed both of his horses wernt grazeing. their bellys full. they were standing with a hind leg cocked and at rest.this was a good sighn. he went out and unhobbled both horses and took them to water. when they had finished drinking he returned to camp and tied each to the picket rope with enough slack they could lie down should they wish to joe went about his camp chores like he normally would. the fact that ed sat against a pine tree with his rifle resting across his lap was like it was a every day ocurence. he started cooking a supper. presently jerry came sauntering into camp. he sat a bag of food next to the fire. "you didnt know it but you got house guests for the night."he grinned over at joe who didnt even look up " your welcome at anytime, the coffee is hot, help your self. "joe was peeling a potato and pointed toward the coffee pot with his knife. jerry poured him self a cup and one for ed. when he took eds to him he bumpted eds foot. when ed looked up jerry pointed back to the main part of camp with his chin. dutch was standing there looking after them. ed accepteed the cup , took a sip and mumbled" i see him." it was going to be a long night.