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The blacksmith turned away “That’s recked the Coast Line Li”

Dashwood rejoiced He was closing in He reached into his bag Isaac Bell had wired hiet in touch with a pair of Southern Pacific cinder dicks nas and Bottoot him drunk and into the arms of a redhead at their favorite brothel Then they’d taken hiiven him the hook that had derailed the Coast Line Li “Did you make this hook?”

The blacksmith eyed it morosely “You know I did”

“Why didn’t you say anything?”

“Because they’d bla those poor people”

“What was his name?”

“Never said his name”

“If you didn’t know his name, why did you run?”

The blacks his head Tears welled in his eyes and rolled down his red cheeks

Dashwood had no idea what to do next, but he did sense that it would be a mistake to speak He turned his attention to the ocean in an effort to re theblacksmith took Dashwood’s silence as condemnation

“I didn’t mean no harm I didn’t mean to hurt nobody But ould they believe, me or him?”

“Why wouldn’t they believe you?”

“I’ shot Who would you believe?”

“What kind of big shot?”

“Who would you believe? A drunken smithy or a senator?”