Read The Desperado Online

Authors: Clifton Adams

Tags: #Western

The Desperado (20 page)

It was in August, I remember, when we first heard that Davis was no
longer the governor of Texas. But that didn't solve all my problems as
cleanly as I had once thought it would.

Pappy said, “Now don't try to rush things, son. It's going to take
time to get the army out of Texas, even if Davis isn't governor any
longer. And don't forget the Texas Rangers; they'll be taking the
army's place. And the United States marshals...” Then he looked at me
with those sad, sober eyes of his, and I knew the worst was yet to
come.

He said slowly, “It won't ever be the same as it was before, son.
They won't be forgetting that bluebelly cavalryman you killed,
especially the government marshals.”

I felt that old familiar sickness in the pit of my stomach.

Pappy said, “Forget about this John's City place, son. You won't ever
be able to go back there again. We'll head for the New Mexico country,
or maybe Arizona, where nobody knows us.” He laughed abruptly. “Who
knows, maybe we'll turn out to be honest, hard-working citizens.”

But he knew what I was thinking. And he said, “Forget about the girl,
too, son. It will be the best for both of you.”

I knew Pappy was right. I could look ahead and see how things would
be from now on. But I couldn't forget Laurin. She was a part of me that
I couldn't put away. Then Pappy's words hit me and I saw a new hope.
We'll head for the New Mexico country, Pappy had said. Why couldn't
Laurin go with us? If she loved me, if she believed in me, she would do
that. I'd change my name and we could homestead a place in New Mexico.
We could live like other people there....

Pappy was looking at me with those eyes that seemed to know
everything. “Forget about her, son. Women just don't take men like us.”

For a moment, I wondered if Pappy was speaking from experience. But
that thought soon passed from my mind. The idea of Pappy ever being in
love was too ridiculous to consider seriously. Besides, I couldn't
forget Laurin any more than I could forget that I had a right arm. She
was a part of me. She would always be a part of me.

And I suppose that Pappy saw how it was, and he didn't try to change
my mind again.

But he insisted that we stay in our cave until the last of the cattle
drives were made in the fall. By then, he said, the army should be out
of Texas. If I was bound to go back to John's City, he said, winter
would be the best time.

Chapter 11

SO that was the way it was, because I had learned by this time that
it didn't pay to act against Pappy's judgment. We watched August and
September crawl by with painful slowness. Then came October with its
sudden frosts and red leaves and sharp smells, and I think that was the
hardest month of all.

And at last November came and Pappy went out to scout the country to
the west, and when he came back he said we could try it, if I was still
bound to go. It was a bitter cold night when at last we rode out of the
hills and headed south, and we still had on the same clothes that we
had worn for months. We were still without slickers, or coats of any
kind. But I didn't mind the cold because I was going back to Texas
again, to Laurin.

We crossed the Red River far west of Red River Station, on my
nineteenth birthday, and Pappy said maybe that was a good sign. Maybe
we would make it to John's City and everything would work out after
all. But he only said it with his voice, and not with his eyes.

Nineteen years old. I could just as well have been ninety. Or nine
hundred. I didn't feel any particular age, in this country where age
didn't mean much anyway. Men like Pappy, and Buck Creyton, could have
notched their guns long before they were nineteen, if they had been the
kind of men to make a show about it.

I was on familiar ground when we crossed the river and got into Texas
again. I half expected Pappy to leave me there and go his own way
toward New Mexico,
but
he only said, “We've been together now
for a pretty good spell. I guess I wouldn't rest good without knowing
how you made out.”

It didn't occur to me to wonder what I was going to do or say when
the time came to face Laurin. I didn't know how I was going to explain
away the reputation I'd got as a gunman, and it didn't worry me until
we had come all the way and sighted the Bannerman ranch house in the
distance.

And Pappy said, “Well, son, from here on in, I guess it's up to you.”

Pappy knew what he was, the things he stood for. And he knew that he
wouldn't do my cause any good if Laurin saw us together. And, for the
first time, I saw Pappy as Laurin would have seen him—a hard, dirty
old man with ratty gray hair hanging almost to his shoulders. A man in
pitiful rags and tired to death of running, but not knowing what else
to do. A man with no pride and no strength except in his guns.

Laurin would see only death in those pale gray eyes of Pappy's,
missing the shy kindness that I knew was there, too. Laurin would look
at Pappy and see me as I would be in a few more years.

I said, “Is this good-by, Pappy?”

He smiled faintly. “Maybe, son. Or maybe I'll see you again. You
never know.”

I said reluctantly, and Pappy could see the reluctance in my eyes and
it made me ashamed, “You might as well come with me, Pappy. The
Bannermans set a good table, and we both could use some grub.”

But he shook his head. “You go on, son.” We shook hands very briefly.
“And good luck with that girl of yours.” He jerked his big black around
abruptly, and without a good-by, without a wave of his hand or a
backward look, he rode back to the north.

I watched him until he disappeared behind a rise in the land, and I
felt alone, and unsure, and a little afraid. Doubt began to gnaw at my
insides.

Good-by, Pappy.... Good luck.

I nudged Red gently and began riding over the flatland that I knew so
well, toward the ranch house. Toward Laurin. As I got closer the
uneasiness inside me got worse. For the first time in months, I was
conscious of the way I looked—my own ragged clothes, my own shaggy
hair hanging almost to my shoulders. And in contrast, my shining,
well-cared-for pistols, tied down at my thighs. No pride and no
strength except in his guns. That was the thought I had used in my mind
to describe Pappy... and all along I had been describing myself.

For a moment, I was tempted to turn and ride as hard as I could until
I caught Pappy. Pappy was my kind. We understood each other.... But the
thought went away. Clothes didn't make a gentleman. Long hair didn't
make a killer. Laurin would understand that.

The thought of turning back went away, but not the feeling of
uneasiness, as I got closer to the ranch house. I came in the back way,
around by the barns and corrals, and a couple of punchers in the
shoeing corral looked up and watched for a moment, and then went on
about their work. They didn't even recognize me. More than likely they
pegged me for a saddle tramp looking for a few days' work, and, knowing
that Joe Bannerman never hired saddle tramps, lost interest.

Then, as I rode on through the ranch back yard, I saw a man come out
of a barn with a saddle thrown over his shoulder, heading for a smaller
corral near the house where the colts were kept for breaking. He
glanced at me once without slowing his walk. Suddenly he stopped,
looking at me. He waited until I pulled up alongside him, and then he
said:

“My God, Tall!”

The man was Laurin's brother, Joe Bannerman. He looked at me as if he
wasn't entirely sure that his eyes weren't playing tricks on him. He
looked at Red, who had been a glossy, well-cared-for show horse the
last time he saw him, but whose coat was now shaggy and scarred in a
thousand places where thorns and brush had raked his royal hide.

I tried to keep my voice light, but I knew that the change in me was
even more shocking than the change in Red. I said. “How are you, Joe? I
guess you might say the prodigal has returned.”

But Joe Bannerman had no smile of welcome. He shifted the saddle down
to the crook of his arm. “Tall, you're crazy! What do you mean, coming
back to John's City like this?”

But he knew before I had time to answer. Laurin. Something happened
to his face. He said, “Look, Tall, if you know what's good for you,
you'll get out of here in a hurry. There's nothing in John's City for
you any more.” Then he added, “Nothing at all.”

“Don't you think that's up for somebody else to decide, Joe?”

“She's already decided,” Joe Bannerman said roughly. “Next week she's
getting married.”

I stiffened. At first the words had no meaning, and then I thought:
Joe never liked me. This is just his way of trying to get rid of me. I
even managed a smile when I said, “I guess I won't put much stock in
that, Joe, until I hear Laurin say it herself.”

He glanced once at the house and then jerked his head toward the barn
that he had come out of. “For God's sake, Tall, be sensible. Get that
red horse in the barn before somebody sees you.”

There was something in his voice that made me rein Red over. I
followed him, not quite knowing why, as he walked quickly to the other
side of the barn, where the house was blocked from view. I dropped down
from the saddle and said, “Now maybe you'll tell me what this is all
about.”

Joe Bannerman dropped his saddle to the ground and seemed to search
for the right words. He said, “I don't want you to get the idea that
I'm doing this for your benefit, because I don't give a good round damn
what happens to you. But I don't want any trouble around here if I can
help it.” Then his voice got almost gentle. And I didn't understand
that. “You ought to realize better than anybody else,” he went on,
“that things have changed since... since you went away from John's
City. You're a hunted man, Tall, with a price on your head.”

I said, “You wouldn't be having any ideas about that reward money,
would you, Joe?”

“Don't be a damned fool!” he said angrily. “I just want to keep you
from getting killed on my doorstep. Like I told you, there's nothing
here for you. Why don't you just ride off and let us alone?”

“I'd still like to hear it from Laurin,” I said, “before I do any
riding.” I started to turn toward the house again, but an urgency in
Joe Bannerman's voice cut off the movement.

“Goddammit, Tall, listen to me! I'm trying to tell you that it's all
over between you and Laurin.” Then he sighed wearily. “I guess you've
got a lot of catching up to do. I'll try to give it to you as straight
as I know how. Ray Novak's in that house, and he has orders from the
federal government to get you. Ray was made a deputy United States
marshal after the bluebellies were pulled out of Texas. I told you that
things changed....”

I think I knew what was coming next. I tried to brace myself for it,
but it didn't do any good when Joe Bannerman said, “It's Ray Novak that
Laurin is in love with, Tall. Not you. She's afraid of you. You've got
to be just a name on wanted posters, like this Pappy Garret that you've
been riding with. You've got to be a killer, just like him.” He shook
his head. “I don't know, maybe you had a right to kill that policeman
on account of your father. But all those others... What is it, Tall, a
disease of some kind? Can't you ever turn your back on a fight? Don't
you know any way to settle an argument except with guns?”

Then he looked at me for what seemed a long time. “I guess you don't
even know what I'm talking about,” he said. “That's the way you always
were, never turning your back on a fight. And you never lost one
before, did you, Tall? But you're losing one now. It's Ray Novak that
Laurin's going to marry. Not you.”

I stood dumbly for a moment before the anger started to work inside
me. I still didn't believe the part about Laurin. A thing like ours
couldn't just end like that. But Ray Novak—at the very beginning of
the trouble it had been Ray Novak, and now at the end it was the same
way. I started for the house again, but Joe Bannerman stepped in my
path.

“Tall, you can't go in there. Ray has been sworn in to get you.”

I said tightly, “Get out of my way.”

He didn't move.

I said, “This is my problem and I'll settle it my own way. If you try
to stop me, Joe, I'll kill you.”

His face paled. Then I thought I saw that look in his eyes that I had
seen once before—just before he told me that Pa was dead. For some
reason that I didn't understand, he was feeling sorry for me, and I
hated him for it.

Slowly, he stepped back out of my way. He said quietly, “I believe
you would. Killing me wouldn't mean any more to you than stepping on an
ant. It wouldn't mean a thing to you.”

“Don't be a damned fool,” I said. But he had already stepped back,
watching me with that curious mixture of awe and fear that I had come
to expect from men like him. He didn't try to stop me as I went around
the side of the barn and headed for the back steps of the house. Maybe
he didn't feel it was necessary, because it was too late to stop
anything now. Ray Novak was waiting for me at the back door.

If he had made the slightest move I would have killed him right
there. I realized that I had never really hated anybody but him. It
would have been a pleasure to kill him, and I knew I could do it, no
matter how much training his pa had given him with guns. But he didn't
make a move. He didn't give me the excuse, and I'd never killed a man
yet who hadn't made the first move.

He said mildly, “I guess you better come in, Tall.”

He was just a blurred figure behind the screen door and I couldn't
see what his eyes were saying. Then another figure appeared behind him.
It was Laurin.

Woodenly, I went up the steps, opened the screen door, and stepped
into the kitchen. Laurin was standing rigidly behind Ray, and I
thought: She's grown older, the same as I have. Those large eyes of
hers were no longer the eyes of a girl, but of a woman who had known
worry and trouble and—at last I placed it—fear. She had changed in
her own way almost as much as I had changed. Only Ray Novak seemed the
same.

Other books

The Flight of the Golden Bird by Duncan Williamson
Home by Julie Andrews
Marry Me by Stivali, Karen
Gods & Monsters by Benedict, Lyn
Into the Forbidden Zone by William T. Vollmann
Her Mistletoe Husband by Renee Roszel


readsbookonline.com Copyright 2016 - 2024