Justin was riding Tattoo home from town one Friday afternoon in autumn, enjoying being in the woods on his horse again. The Model-T and dusty roads saved time but couldn't compare with the enjoyment he felt with Tattoo's companionship. As he rounded a curve between two high banks, two masked men on horses faced him with pistols leveled. They were dirty and tattered. Their stance was tense. Justin knew these were the outlaws he had been warned about. His gut clenched as he drew Tattoo to a stop.
"Hand over your payroll," one demanded.
"Not even a 'howdy,' just orders," Justin said.
"I said we want your payroll,"
"I don't have a payroll. My men go to Deerbrook to get paid."
"You're lyin'."
"Search me and see."
They moved in on him, one on each side to search the saddlebags and his pockets. They kept the few dollars they found in his billfold. As the man on his right straightened up, his kerchief fell off his face down around his neck. Justin recognized a face he had seen on wanted posters all over town - Bill "Bandit" Butler had robbed and killed his way through three states.
"Well," Butler drawled, "that's bad luck for you. You know we'll have to kill you now." His cold eyes looked at Justin as he lifted his pistol a few inches from Justin;s chest.
Before Justin could react, a familiar voice on the bank said, "Drop your guns, both of you!"
The outlaws looked around but held on to their pistols.
"We've got two shot guns and two rifles aimed at you! Show 'em, boys!"
Four masked men moved to the edge of the bank, their gun barrels pointed. The outlaws' pistols thudded to the ground.
"Now listen to me good! This man and his family are friends of our'n. You touch 'em again and we'll hunt you down. We know exactly which cave you're holin' up in! Now git out!"
The outlaws galloped away and one of Abner's men picked up their pistols.
Abner jumped off the bank and held his hand up to help Justin dismount. Justin mopped his face with relief.
"I would;ve met the undertaker if you hadn't happened by - or did you know . . . ?"
""We heard they was plannin' to jump you. The rest was guesswork. The Good Lord was not ready for you yet."
"Thank you. I owe you!"
"No," Abner said. "We still owe you one life. Your wife saved my wife and my son."