When I had pulled that wild onion up there on that ledge overlooking the deer run, there were bits of gold in the sand that clung to the roots, and when I scraped the dirt away from the base of that outcrop, she was all there … wire gold lying in the rock like a jewelry store window.
Folks sometimes ask me why I called it the Wild Onion Mining Company.
Booty for a Badman
When my roan topped out on the ridge, the first thing I saw was that girl. She was far off, but a man riding lonesome country gets so he can pick out anything strange to it, and this girl was standing up straight beside the trail like she was waiting for a stage. Trouble was, nothing but riders or freight wagons used that trail, and seldom.
With fifty pounds of gold riding with me and three days ahead of me, I was skittish of folks. Most times wild country is less trouble than people, no matter how rough the country. And no woman had a right to be standing out there in that empty desert-mountain country.
We Sacketts began carrying rifles as soon as we stood tall enough to keep both ends off the ground. When I was fourteen I traveled from Cumberland Gap in Tennessee down to the Pine Log Mountains in Georgia, living on cougar meat and branch water, and I killed my own cougars.
Man-grown at fifteen, I hoofed it north and joined up with the Union and fought at Shiloh, and after our outfit was surrendered by a no-account colonel, I was among those exchanged to go north and fight the Sioux in Dakota.
At nineteen I saddled our roan and fetched it for the west to try my hand at gold-panning, but I wasnt making out. Seems like everybody in camp was showing color but me, and I was swallowing my belt notch by notch for lack of eating when those four men came to my fire.
Worst of it was, I couldnt offer them. There I was, booting up for a fresh day with my coffeepot on the fire sos people wouldnt know I hadnt even coffee, but all there was in the pot was water. I dearly wanted to offer them, but I was shamed to admit I was fresh out of coffeethree days out, actually. And so hungry that my stomach thought my throat had been cut.
“Tell,” Squires suggested, “youve had no luck with mining, so nobody would suspect you of carrying gold. If you rode out of camp today, folks would take it for granted you had called it deep enough and quit. That way you could carry our gold to Hardyville and nobody the wiser.”
The four men facing me had taken out the most dust and, knowing about the Coopers, they were worried men. Three of them were family men and that gold meant schooling for their youngsters and homes for their wives and capital for themselves. They were poor, hardworking men, deserving what they had dug up.
Thing was, how to get it past the Coopers?
“Well give you one hundred dollars,” Hodge said, “if you make it through.”
With the best of luck it was a five-day ride, which figured out to twenty dollars a day. With such a grubstake I could take out for California or come back with a grubstake.
My belly was as empty as my prospect hole, and it didnt seem like I had much choice. Coopers or no Coopers, it sized up like the fastest hundred dollars I would ever make. It was Bill Squires done it for me, as wed talked friendly ever since I staked claim on the creek.
Jim Hodge, Willy Mander and Tom Padgett stood there waiting for me to speak up, and finally I said, “Ill do it, of course, and glad of the chance. Only, I am a stranger, and”
“Squires swears by you,” Padgett interrupted, “and even if we dont know you very well, hes known you and your family. If he says you are honest, thats all there is to it.”
“And this is a chance to get you a stake,” Squires interrupted. “What can you lose?”
Well, the last two men who rode out of camp with gold were found dead alongside the trail, shot down like youd shoot a steer; and one of them was Jack Walker, a man Id known. Neither of them was carrying as much as Id have.
“Take a pack horse,” Squires suggested, “load your gear.” He glanced around and lowered his voice, “It seems like somebody here in camp informs the Coopers, but nobody will know about this but us, and all of us have a stake in it.”
Later, when the others had gone, Squires said, “Hope you didnt mind my saying Id known your family. They were willing to trust you if I did, but I wanted them to feel better.”
So I packed up and rode off, and in my saddlebags there was fifty pounds of gold, worth around a thousand dollars a pound at the time, and in my pocket Id a note signed by all four men that I was to have a hundred dollars when the gold was delivered. Never had I seen that much cash money, and since the war Id not had even ten dollars at one time.
Now, that woman standing down there sized up like trouble aplenty. Pa, he always warned us boys to fight shy of women. “Theyll trouble you,” pa said. “Love em and leave em, thats the way. Dont you get tangled up with no female woman. They got more tricks they can do than a monkey on sixty feet of grapevine.”
“Dont believe that, Tell,” ma would say. “You treat women right. You treat a woman like she was your sister, you hear?”
Pa, he would say, “Theres two kinds of women, Tell, good and bad, and believe me, a good woman can cause a man more trouble than a bad one. You fight shy of them.”
So I fought shy. Of mountain cats and bears, of muskrat and deer, even of horses and cows I knew a sight, but I wasnt up on womenfolk. Orrin nowhe was my brotherhe was a fiddler and a singer, and fiddlers and singers have a way with women. At home when strange womenfolk showed up, Id taken to the hills.
Looked to me like I was fair trapped this time, but I wasnt about to turn and run. Any woman waiting in lonesome country was a woman in trouble. Only I begun to sweat. Id never been close to no lone woman before.
Worst of it was, there was somebody on my trail. A man like me, riding somewhere, he doesnt only watch the trail ahead, he looks back. Folks get lost because when they start back over a trail they find it looks a sight different facing the other way. When a man travels he should keep sizing up the country, stopping time to time to study his back trail so he recognizes the landmarks.
Looking back, Id seen dust hanging in the air. And that dust stayed there. It had to be somebody tracking me down, and it could mean it was the Coopers. Right then Id much rather have tangled with the Coopers than faced up to that woman down there, but that no-account roan was taking me right to her.
Worst of it was, she was almighty pretty. There was a mite of sunburn on her cheekbones and nose, but despite that, she was a fine-looking girl.
“How do you do?” Youd of thought we were meeting on the streets of Nashville. “I wonder if you could give me a lift to Hardyville?”
My hatbrim was down over my eyes, and I sized up the country around, but there was no sign of a horse she might have ridden to this point, nor any sign of a cabin or camp.
“Why, I reckon so, maam.” I got down from the saddle, thinking if trouble came I might have to fetch that big Colt in a hurry. “My pack horse is packing light so I can rig that pack saddle sos you can ride it sidesaddle.”
“I would be grateful,” she said.
First off, it shaped like a trap. Somebody knowing I had gold might have this woman working with them, for it troubled me to guess how she came here. There were a sight of tracks on the ground, but all seemed to be hers. And then I noticed a thin trail of smoke from behind a rock.
“You have a fire?”
“It was quite cold last night.”
When she caught my look, she smiled. “Yes, I was here all night.” She looked directly at me from those big blue eyes. “And the night before.”
“It aint a likely spot.”
She carried herself prim, but she was a bright, quick-to-see girl, and I cottoned to her. The clothes she wore were of fine, store-bought goods like some Id seen folks wear in some of those northern cities Id seen as a soldier. Where I came from it was homespun, or buckskin.
“I suppose you wonder what I am doing here?”
“Well, now.” I couldnt help grinning. “It did come to my mind. Like I s
aid, it aint a likely spot.”
“You shouldnt say aint. The word is isnt.”
“Thank you, maam. I had no schooling, except what ma could give me, and I never learned to talk proper.”
“Surely you can read and write?”
“No, maam, I surely cant.”
“Why, thats awful! Everybody should be able to read. I dont know what I would have done these past months if I could not read. I believe I should have gone insane.”
When the saddle was rigged, I helped her up. “Maam, I better warn you. Theres trouble acoming, sos youd better have it in mind. It may not be a good thing, me helping you this way. You may get into worse trouble.”
We started off, and I looked over my shoulder at her. “Somebody is following after me. I figure its them Cooper outlaws.”
Worst of it was, I had lost time, and here it was coming up to night, and me with a strange girl on my hands. Pa told me women had devious ways of getting to a man, but I never figured one would set out alongside a lonely trail thataway. Especially one as pretty as she was.
Moreover, she was a lady. A body could see she was quality, and she rode there beside me, chin lifted and proud like she was riding the finest thoroughbred at a county fair, or whatever.
“You running from something, maam? Not to be disrespectful, maam, but out in the desert thisaway it aintisntjust the place a body would expect to find a lady as pretty as you.”
“Thank you.” Her chin lifted a mite higher. “Yes, I am running away. I am leaving my husband. He is a thoughtless, inconsiderate brute, and he is an Army officer at Fort Whipple.”
“He will be mighty sorry to lose you, maam. This here is a lonesome country. I dont carry envy for those soldier boys out here, I surely dont.”
“Well! It certainly is not a place to bring an officers bride. Ill declare! How could he think I could live in such a place? With a dirt floor, and all?”
“What did he say when you left?”
“He doesnt know it yet. I had been to Ehrenberg, and when we started back, I just couldnt stand the thought, so when no one was looking, I got out of the Army ambulance I was riding in. I am going to catch the steamer at Hardyville and go home.”
When I looked to our back trail, no dust hung in the air, and I knew we were in trouble. If it had been soldiers looking for this girl, they would not have stopped so sudden-like, and it looked to me like they had headed us and laid a trap, so I swung up a draw, heading north instead of west, and slow to raise no dust.
It was a sandy wash, but a thin trail skirted the edge, made by deer or suchlike and we held to it. When we had been riding for an hour, I saw dust in the air, hanging up there in a fair cloud about where I had come up to this lady. Again I turned at right angles, heading back the way I had come. Off to the north and west there was a square-topped mesa that was only a part of a long, comb-like range.
“We are followed, maam,” I said, “and those Coopers are mighty thoughtless folks. I got to keep you out of their hands. First off, well run. If that, doesnt work, well talk or well fight, leaving it up to them. You hold with me, maam.”
“They wouldnt bother me,” she said. “I am the wife of an Army officer.”
“Most Western men are careful of womenfolk,” I agreed, “but dont set no truck by being an officers wife. The Coopers murdered two Army officers not a week ago. Murdered them, maam. They just dont care a mite who you may be. And a woman like youthey dont often see a woman pretty as you.”
She rode up closer to me. “I am afraid I didnt realize.”
“No, maam, most folks dont.” I said.
It was still the best part of two days to Hardyville, and nothing much there when we arrived. It was head of navigation on the Colorado, and last Id seen there were only three or four buildings there, and about that many folks.
Nobody seemed to know how many Coopers there were, but the guesses ran all the way from five to nine. They were said to be renegades from down in the Cherokee nation and mighty mean.
We held to low ground, keeping off skylines, finding a saddle here and there where we could cross over ridges without topping out where we could be seen. It was darkening by then, with long shadows reaching out, and when we came up the eastern flank of that mesa Id headed for, we rode in deep shadow.
When we found a way around the butte, we took it, and the western slope was all red from the setting sun, and mighty pretty. The wind blew cool there, but Id found what I was huntinga place to hole up for the night.
A man hunting a night camp with somebody trailing him has to have things in mind. He wants a place he can get into and out of without skylining himself or showing up plain, and he also wants a place where he can build a fire that cannot be seen, and something to spread out the smoke. And here it was, and by the look of it many an Indian had seen the worth of it before this time.
The fall off from the mesa rim made a steep slope that fell away for maybe five hundred feet. A man could ride a horse down that slope, but it would be sliding half the time on its rump. The wall of the mesa raised up sheer for some three hundred feet, but there at the foot of that cliff and atop the slope was a hollow behind some rocks and brush.
Maybe it was a half-acre of ground with grass in the bottom and some scraggly cedars at one end. We rode down into that hollow, and I reached up and handed down the lady.
“Maam, well spend the night here. Talk low and dont let any metal strike metal or start any rock sliding.”
“Are they that close?”
“I dont rightly know, maam, but we should hope for the best and expect the worst. Pa said that was the way to figure.”
When the saddles were off, I climbed out on one of those big rock slabs to study the country. Youve got to see country in more than one light to get the lay of it. Shadows tell a lot, and the clear air of early morning or late evening will show up things that are sun-blurred by day. A man scouting country had best size it up of an evening, for shadows will tell him where low ground is, and he can spot the likely passes if only to avoid them.
Pa, who trapped with Bridger and Carson, never lost a chance of teaching us boys how to judge terrain, and the best time was at sundown or sunup with the shadows falling toward you.
When I finished my study, I came down off the rock and cleared a spot of needles and leaves under one of those cedars that sort of arched out toward us. My fire was about the size you could hold in your two hands, for the smaller the fire, the less smoke, and such a fire will heat up just as well if a man wants to cook. And rising up through the branches thataway the smoke would be thinned out so much it could not be seen.
“Im from Tennessee,” I said to her, “and my name is Tell Sackett.”
“OhI am Christine Mallory, and I was born in Delaware.”
“Howdy, Mrs. Mallory. Mostly, the Delawares a man meets out here are Indians. Good trackers and good fighting men.”
When I dug out what grub I had, I was ashamed it was so little. It was a mite Squires staked me to before I taken out. The coffee was mostly ground bean and chicory, and all else I had was jerked venison and cold flour.
When the coffee was ready I filled my cup and passed it to her. “Mrs. Mallory, this isnt what you have been used to, but its all weve got.”
She tasted it, and if she hadnt been a lady I think she would have spit, but she swallowed it, and then drank some more. “Its hot,” she said, and smiled at me, and I grinned back at her. Truth to tell, that was about all a body could say for it.
“Youd better try some of this jerked venison,” I said. “If you hold it in your mouth awhile before you begin to chew, it tastes mighty wholesome. All else Ive got is cold flour.”
“What?”
“Cold flour, its a borrowed thing, from the Indians. Only what I have here is white-man style. Its parched corn ground up and mixed with a mite of sugar and cinnamon. You can mix it with water and drink it, and a man can go for miles on it. Mighty nourishing too. Pa was in Montana one time and traveled two
weeks on a couple of dry quarts of it.”
Last time I got up to scout the country around I caught the gleam of a far-off campfire. Standing there looking across country and watching the stars come out, I thought of that girl and wondered if I would ever have me a woman like that one, and it wasnt likely. We Sacketts are Welsh, and a proud people, but we never had much in the way of goods. Somehow the Lords wealth never seemed to gather to us; all we ever had was ourselves and our strength and a will to walk the earth with honesty and pride.
But this girl was running away, and it didnt seem right. She was huddled to the fire, wrapped in one of my blankets when I came down to the fire. Gathering cedar boughs and grass, I made her a bed to one side, but close to the fire.
“The fire smells good,” she said.
“Thats cedar,” I said, “and some creosote brush. Some folks dont like the smell of creosote. Those Spanish men call it hediondilla, which means little stinker. Some of the Indians use it for rheumatism.”
Nobody said anything for a while, and then I said, “Creosote-brush fires flavor beansthe best ever. You try them sometime, and no beans ever taste the same after.”
The fire crackled, and I added a few small, dry sticks and then said, “It aint right, leaving him thisaway. Hes likely worried to death.”
She looked across the fire at me, all stiff and perky. “That is none of your business!”
“Mrs. Mallory, when you saddled yourself on me, you made it my business. Girl who marries a soldier ought to think to live a soldiers life. Strikes me youve no nerve, maam, you cut and run because of dirt floors. Id figure if a girl loved a man it wouldnt make her no mind. Youre spoiled, maam. You surely are.”
She got up, standing real stiff, coming the high and mighty on me. “If you do not want me here, I will go.”
“No, you wont. First off, you havent an idea where you are or which way to go to get there. Youd die of thirst, if that lion didnt get you.”
“Lion?”
“Yes, maam.” I wasnt exactly lying, because somewhere in Arizona there was sure to be a lion prowling. “Theres snakes, too, and at night you cant see them until they get stepped on.”
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