“I hear-tell Mrs. Carpenter is going over to Coldwater Ranch to welcome the Coopers—with a fresh apple pie,” Larry added with a wicked grin. He realized he was goading Carpenter and it was intentional.
Carpenter had all he could stand and reached for his sidearm, “Kill them boys!”
Season VI, Chapter 5 Coldwater Ranch, Episode 10:
“Do you have scruples?”
The question was a bit of a surprise at first; but thinking the question over it became obvious where McLintock was going with this, “My scruples are affected by my income, as is my loyalty to an employer.”
“As I’d hoped. First, let me make clear one little thing, disloyalty is rewarded swiftly with termination and by termination I don’t mean fired.”
“With that in mind, nothing less than a full partnership will be acceptable compensation.”
“I was prepared to offer a very generous salary, but full partnership? Why would I consider that?”
“Grand Marais Town Marshal Angus McGillicuddy’s murder,” Erik smiled faintly as he made up the story—a story he hoped he could relay to Big Mac in Murdo, “Sooner or later you would find this out, anyway, but I was a deputy US Marshal and part of the posse which tracked you and Marshal Kidd to Duluth. We lost your trail there and a big fight followed resulting in Deputy Marshal Boomer Jack shooting Marshal McIntyre.”
“So—my compensation and immunity from termination.”
“What does the shooting of the marshal have to do with that?”
“When the posse broke up, I turned in my badge and remained in Duluth as the others returned to Danger Bay with McIntyre’s body. Boomer Jack waited in hiding for a day or two, and then we set out to track you. He’s nearby and if you don’t agree to my terms, or if anything should happen to me—he will pay you and Kidd a visit. A fatal visit. I know too, that Kidd tried to draw down on Boomer and found himself staring into the muzzles of a pair of .44s.”
“I suppose he wants compensation as well?”
As he shouted “Kill them boys!” Carpenter reached for his gun, but wisely, his wranglers were experienced enough to know to just raise their hands.
Carpenter was stopped cold as Larry had both his Colt .45s out and pointed at his head before ol Sam’l’s hand came within an inch of his gun.
“You should maybe reconsider drawing your gun, Mr. Carpenter,” Boomer smiled.
To be Continued…