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“I am sure of it,” the judge said. “But the problem is, you shot him three times in the back.”<br />
Johnson said he hadn’t intended to kill anyone at all.<br />
“I am sure of it. You have no problem with me, but you may have some difficulty when Black Dick<br />
hears of it, tomorrow or the next day, depending if he’s in town.”<br />
This had already occurred to Johnson, and he did not like to think about it too long.<br />
“You planning to leave Deadwood?” the judge said.<br />
“Not just yet,” Johnson said.<br />
Judge Harlan took another pull from the flask. “I would,” he said. “Myself, I’d be gone before<br />
daybreak.”<br />
“Well, damn me,” Sam Perkins said, fingering the bullet holes in the wall after the crowd had left.<br />
“You surely had some hot work here, Mr. Johnson.”<br />
“They didn’t get the bones.”<br />
“That’s so, but they got every one of my guests out of bed in the middle of the night, Mr. Johnson.”<br />
“I’m sorry about that.”<br />
“Scared Edwin the night clerk so bad he wet his trousers. I’m not fooling.”<br />
“I’m sorry.”<br />
“I can’t run a hotel this way, Mr. Johnson. The Grand Central has its reputation. I want these bones<br />
out of here today,” Perkins said.<br />
“Mr. Perkins—”<br />
“Today,” Perkins said, “and that’s final. And I’ll charge you to repair the bullet holes. That’ll be on<br />
your bill.”<br />
“Where am I going to move them to?”<br />
“Ain’t my problem.”<br />
“Mr. Perkins, these bones are valuable to science.”<br />
“We’re a long way from science. Just get ’em out of here.”