"You men just hold steady," he said, in a calm, almost friendly, voice.
It evidently didn't sound as friendly to the men around the fire.
"Murderers!" the young one yelled. He sprang to his feet and darted past the Captain so fast the Captain didn't even have time to trip him or hit him with his rifle barrel. For a fat man he moved fast, springing on the back of the mule before the other two could even move. Newt expected the Captain to shoot him or at least step over and knock him off the mule, but to his surprise the Captain just stood and watched, his rifle in the crook of his arm. The boy--for he was no older--pounded the mule desperately with his heels and the mule responded with a short leap and then went crashing down, throwing the boy over its head and almost back to the spot he had left.
Looking more closely, Newt saw why the Captain had not bothered to stop the escape: the mule was hobbled.
The sight of a man so addled as to try and get away on a hobbled mule was too much for Deets. He slapped his leg with his big hand and laughed a deep laugh, resting his rifle for a moment on the low adobe wall.
"You see, it's a poor mule," the boy said indignantly, springing up. "Its legs won't work." Deets laughed even louder, but the baldheaded man sighed and looked at the Captain in a rather jolly way.
"He's my brother but he ain't smart," he said quietly. "The Lord gave him a fine baritone voice and I guess he thought that was enough to do for a poor Irish boy." "I'm smarter than yourself at least," the boy said, kicking dirt at his brother. He seemed quite prepared to take the quarrel farther, but his brother merely smiled.
"You must unhobble the mule if you want his legs to work," he said. "It's details like that you're always forgetting, Sean." The mule had managed to get to its feet and was standing quietly by the Captain.
"Well, I didn't hobble him," Sean said.
"I was riding the donkey." The baldheaded man hospitably held the bottle out to the Captain.
"It's only a swallow," he said, "but if you're thirsty, you're welcome." "Much obliged, but I'll pass," the Captain said. "Do you men know where you are?" "We ain't in Ireland," the boy said. "I know that much." "You wouldn't have a bag of potatoes about you, sir, would you?" the older said. "We do miss our spuds." Call motioned for Deets and Newt to join the group. When they did the bald man stood up.
"Since you've not bothered to murder us, I'll introduce myself," he said. "I'm Allen O'Brien and this is young Sean." "Are those your only animals?" Call asked. "Just a donkey and a mule?" "We had three mules to start with," Allen said. "I'm afraid our thirst got the better of us. We traded two mules for a donkey and some liquor." "And some beans," Sean said. "Only the beans were no good. I broke my tooth trying to eat one." It was Call's turn to sigh. He had expected vaqueros, and instead had turned up two helpless Irishmen, neither of whom even had an adequate mount. Both the mule and the donkey looked starved.
"How'd you men get here?" he asked.
"That would be a long story," Allen said. "Are we far from Galveston? That was our destination." "You overshot it by a wide mark," Call said.
"This hut you're resting in belongs to a man named Pedro Flores. He ain't a gentle man, and if he finds you tomorrow I expect he'll hang you." "Oh, he will," Deets agreed. "He'll be mad tomorrow." "Fine, we'll go with you," Allen said. He courteously offered the bottle to both Deets and Newt, and when they refused drained it with one gulp and flung it into the darkness.
"Now we're packed," he said.
"Get the horses," Call said to Newt, looking at the Irishmen. They were none of his business and he could just ride off and leave them, but the theft he was about to commit would put their lives in considerable danger: Pedro Flores would vent his anger on whatever whites lay to hand.
"I've no time for a long explanation," he said. "We've got some horses to the south of here.
I'll send a man back with two of them as soon as I can. Be ready--we won't wait for you." "You mean leave tonight?" the boy said. "What about sleep?" "Just be ready," Call said. "We'll want to move fast when we move, and you'll never make it on that mule and that jackass." Newt felt sorry for the two. They seemed friendly. The younger one was holding the sack of dried beans. Newt didn't feel he could leave without a word about the beans.
"You have to soak them beans," he said. "Soak them a while and it softens them up." The Captain was already loping away, and Newt didn't dare linger any longer.
"There's no water to soak them in," Sean said. He was very hungry, and inclined to despair at such times.
Deets was the last to leave. Allen O'Brien walked over, as he was mounting.
"I hope you'll not forget us," he said. "I do fear we're lost." "The Captain said we'll get you, we'll get you," Deets said.
"Maybe they'll bring a wagon," Sean said.
"A wagon would suit me best." "A cradle would suit you best," his brother said.
They listened as the sound of loping horses grew faint and was lost in the desert night.
Augustus soon found the horse herd in a valley south of the old line camp. Call had predicted its location precisely, but had overestimated its size. A couple of horses whinnied at the sight of riders but didn't seem particularly disturbed.
"Probably all Texas horses anyway," Augustus said. "Probably had enough of Mexico." "I've had enough of it and I just got here," Jake said, lighting his smoke. "I never liked it down here with these chili-bellies." "Why, Jake, you should stay and make your home here," Augustus said. "That sheriff can't follow you here. Besides, think of the women." "I got a woman," Jake said. "That one back in Lonesome Dove will do me for a while." "She'll do you, all right," Augustus said.
"That girl's got more spunk than you have." "What would you know about it, Gus?" Jake asked. "I don't suppose you've spent time with her, a man your age." "The older the violin, the sweeter the music," Augustus said. "You never knowed much about women." Jake didn't answer. He had forgotten how much Gus liked argument.
"I guess you think all women want you to marry them and build 'em a house and raise five or six brats," Augustus said. "But it's my view that very few women are fools, and only a fool would pick you for a chore like that, Jake. You'll do fine for a barn dance or a cakewalk, or maybe a picnic, but house building and brat raising ain't exactly your line." Jake kept quiet. He knew that silence was the best defense once Augustus got wound up.
It might take him a while to talk himself out, if left alone, but any response would just encourage him.
"This ain't no hundred horses," he said, after a bit. "Maybe we got the wrong herd." "Nope, it's right," Augustus said. "Pedro just learned not to keep all his remuda in one place. It's almost forty horses here. It won't satisfy Woodrow, but then practically nothing does." He had no sooner spoken than he heard three horses coming from the north.
"If that ain't them, we're under attack," Jake said.
"It's them," Augustus said. "A scout like you, who's traveled in Montana, ought to recognize his own men." "Gus, you'd exasperate a preacher," Jake said. "I don't know what your dern horses sound like." It was an old trick of theirs, trying to make him feel incompetent--as if a man was incompetent because he couldn't see in the dark, or identify a local horse by the sound of its trot.
"'I god, you're techy, Jake," Augustus said, just as Call rode up.
"Is this all there is or did you trot in and run the rest off?" he asked.
"Do them horses look nervous?" Augustus asked.
"Dern," Call said. "Last time we was through here there was two or three hundred horses." "Maybe Pedro's going broke," Augustus said. "Mexicans can go broke, same as Texans. What'd you do with the vaqueros?" "We didn't find none. We just found two Irishmen." "Irishmen?" Augustus asked.
"They just lost," Deets said.
"Hell, I can believe they're lost," Jake said.
"On their way to Galveston," Newt said, thinking it might help clarify the situation.
Augustus laughed. "I guess it ain't hard to miss Galveston if you start from Ireland," h
e said. "However, it takes skill to miss the dern United States entirely and hit Pedro Flores's ranch. I'd like to meet men who can do that." "You'll get your chance," Call said. "They don't have mounts, unless you count a mule and a donkey. I guess we better help them out of their fix." "I'm surprised they ain't naked, too," Augustus said. "I'd had thought some bandit would have stolen their clothes by now." "Have you counted these horses, or have you been sitting here jawing?" Call said brusquely. The night was turning out to be more complicated and less profitable than he had hoped.
"I assigned that chore to Dish Boggett," Augustus said. "It's around forty." "Not enough," Call said. "You take two and go back and get the Irishmen." He took his rope off his saddle and handed it to the boy.
"Go catch two horses," he said. "You better make hackamores." Newt was so surprised by the assignment he almost dropped the rope. He had never roped a horse in the dark before--but he would have to try. He trotted off toward the horse herd, sure they would probably stampede at the sight of him. But he had a piece of luck. Six or eight horses trotted over to sniff at his mount and he easily caught one of them. As he was making a second loop and trying to lead the first horse over to Pea, Dish Boggett trotted over without being asked and casually roped another horse.
"What are we gonna do, brand 'em?" he asked.
Newt was irritated, for he would have liked to complete the assignment himself, but since it was Dish he said nothing.
"Lend 'em to some men we found," he said.
"Irishmen." "Oh," Dish said. "I hate to lend my rope to an Irishman. I might be out a good rope." Newt solved that by putting his own rope on the second horse. He led them back to where the Captain was waiting. As he did, Mr. Gus began to laugh, causing Newt to worry that he had done something improperly after all--he couldn't imagine what.
Then he saw that they were looking at the horse brands--H I C on the left hips.
"It just goes to show that even sinners can accomplish Christian acts," Augustus said.
"Here we set out to rob a man and now we're in a position to return valuable property to a man who's already been robbed. That's curious justice, ain't it?" "It's wasted night, is what it is," Call said.
"If it was me I'd make the man pay a reward for them horses," Jake said. "He'd never have seen them agin if it hadn't been for us." Call was silent. Of course they could not charge a man for his own horses.
"That's all right, Call," Augustus said.
"We'll make it up off the Irishmen. Maybe they got rich uncles--bank directors or railroad magnates or something. They'll be so happy to see those boys alive again that they'll likely make us partners." Call ignored him, trying to think of some way to salvage the trip. Though he had always been a careful planner, life on the frontier had long ago convinced him of the fragility of plans. The truth was, most plans did fail, to one degree or another, for one reason or another.
He had survived as a Ranger because he was quick to respond to what he had actually found, not because his planning was infallible.
In the present case he had found two destitute travelers and a herd of recently stolen horses. But it was still four hours till sunup and he was reluctant to abandon his original ambition, which was to return with a hundred Mexican horses. It was still possible, if he acted decisively.
"All right," he said, quickly sorting over in his head who should be assigned to do what. "These are mainly Wilbarger's horses. The reason they're so gentle is because they've been run to a frazzle, and they're used to Texans besides." "I'd catch one and ride him home, if I could find one that paces," Jake said. "I'm about give out from bouncing on this old trotter you boys gave me." "Jake's used to feather pillows and Arkansas whores," Augustus said. "It's a pity he has to associate with hard old cobs like us." "You two can jabber tomorrow," Call said.
"Pedro's horses have got to be somewhere. I'd like to make a run at them before I quit. That means we have to split three ways." "Leave me split the shortest way home," Jake said, never too proud to complain. "I've bounced my ass over enough of Mexico." "All right," Call said. "You and Deets and Dish take these horses home." He would have liked to have Deets with him, but Deets was the only one he knew for certain could take the Wilbarger horses on a line for Lonesome Dove. Dish Boggett, though said to be a good hand, was an untested quality, whereas Jake was probably lost himself.
"Gus, that leaves you the Irishmen," he said. "If they can ride, you ought to catch up with these horses somewhere this side of the river. Just don't stop to play no poker with them." Augustus considered the situation for a minute.
"So that's your strategy, is it?" he said.
"You and Newt and Pea get to have all the fun and the rest of us are stuck with the chores." "Why, I was trying to make it easy for you, Gus," Call said. "Seeing as you're the oldest and most decrepit." "See you for breakfast, then," Augustus said, taking the lead ropes from Newt. "I just hope the Irishmen don't expect a buggy." With that he galloped off. The rest of them trotted down to where Pea and Dish were sitting, waiting.
"Pea, you come with me," Call said. "And you--" looking at the boy. Though it would expose Newt to more danger, he decided he wanted the boy with him. At least he wouldn't pick up bad habits, as he undoubtedly would have if he'd been sent along with Gus.
"All you three have to do is get these horses to town by sunup," he added. "If we ain't back, give Wilbarger his." "What are you planning to do, stay here and get married?" Jake asked.
"My plans ain't set," he said. "Don't you worry about us. Just keep them horses moving." He looked at Deets when he said that. He could not formally make Deets the leader over two white men, but he wanted him to know that he had the responsibility of seeing that the horses got there. Deets said nothing, but when he trotted off to start the horses he took the point as if it was his natural place. Dish Boggett loped around to the other point, leaving Jake to bring up the rear.
Jake seemed largely uninterested in the proceedings, which was his way.
"Call, you're some friend," he said. "I ain't been home a whole day and you already got me stealing horses." But he loped off after the herd and was soon out of sight. Pea Eye yawned as he watched him go.
"I swear," he said. "Jake's just like he used to be."
An hour later they found the main horse herd in a narrow valley several miles to the north.
Call estimated it to be over a hundred horses strong. The situation had its difficulty, the main one being that the horses were barely a mile from the Flores headquarters, and on the wrong side of it at that. It would be necessary to bring them back past the hacienda, or else take them north to the river, a considerably longer route. If Pedro Flores and his men chose to pursue, they would have a fine chance of catching them out in the open, in broad daylight, several miles from help. It would be himself and Pea and the boy against a small army of vaqueros.
On the other hand, he didn't relish leaving the horses, now that he had found them. He was tempted just to move them right past the hacienda and hope everyone there had gone to bed drunk.
"Well, we're here," he said. "Let's take 'em." "It's a bunch," Pea said. "We won't have to come back for a while." "We won't never come back," Call said.
"We'll sell some and take the rest with us to Montana." Life was finally starting, Newt thought. Here he was below the border, about to run off a huge horse herd, and in a few days or weeks he would be going up the trail to a place he had barely even heard of. Most of the cowpokes who went north from Lonesome Dove just went to Kansas and thought that was far--but Montana must be twice as far. He couldn't imagine what such a place would look like, Jake had said it had buffalo and mountains, two things he had never seen, and snow, the hardest thing of all to imagine. He had seen ridges and hills, and so had a notion about mountains, and he had seen pictures of buffalo in the papers that the stage drivers sometimes left Mr. Gus.
Snow, however, was an entirely mysterious thing.
Once or twice in his lifetime there had been freezes in Loneso
me Dove--he had seen thin ice on the water bucket that sat on the porch.
But ice wasn't snow, which was supposed to stack up on the ground so high that people had to wade through it.
He had seen pictures of people sledding over it, but still couldn't imagine what it would actually feel like to be in snow.
"I guess we'll just go for home," Call said. "If we wake 'em up we wake 'em up." He looked at the boy. "You take the left point," he said. "Pea will be on the right, and I'll be behind. If trouble comes, it'll come from behind, and I'll notice it first. If they get after us hot and heavy we can always drop off thirty or forty horses and hope that satisfies them." They circled the herd and quietly started it moving to the northwest, waving a rope now and then to get the horses in motion but saying as little as possible. Newt could not help feeling a little odd about it all, since he had somehow had it in his mind that they were coming to Mexico to buy horses, not steal them. It was puzzling that such a muddy little river like the Rio Grande should make such a difference in terms of what was lawful and what not. On the Texas side, horse stealing was a hanging crime, and many of those hung for it were Mexican cowboys who came across the river to do pretty much what they themselves were doing. The Captain was known for his sternness where horse thieves were concerned, and yet, here they were, running off a whole herd.
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