The Andre Norton Megapack - 15 Classic Novels and Short Stories

with th’ rest of them bushwacker scrubs, but when they got me a mile or so down th’ road they decided as how I’d had it good an’ there was no use wastin’ wagon room on me. So they let me lie.…
    “Only,” the Texan paused and then continued more soberly, “Drew, sometimes—sometimes it seems like a hombre can have a mite more’n his share of luck; or else he’s got him Someone as is line ridin’ for him. We had us friends in Tennessee, an’ it jus’ happened as how I was dropped where one of them families found me. They sure was good folks; patched me up an’ saw me through like I was their close kin. Hid me out by sayin’ as how I had th’ cholera.
    “An’ most of th’ time I didn’t know a rope from a saddle—outta my head complete. First there was that shoulder hole; then I got me a good case of lung fever. It was two months ’fore I could crawl round better’n a sick calf what lost its ma too early. Then, jus’ as I got so I could stamp m’ bootson th’ ground an’ expect to stand straight up in ’em, this here Yankee patrol came ’long an’ dogged me right into a bunch o’ our boys they had rounded up. I had me some weeks in a prison stockade, which ain’t, I’m tellin’ you, no way for to spend any livin’ time. Then this here war was over, an’ I was loose. No hoss, no nothin’. Some of th’ boys got to talkin’ ’bout trailin’ back to Texas, tryin’ out some ranchin’ in the bush country. A lotta wild stuff down there—nobody’s been runnin’ brands on anythin’ much since ’61. We planned to get a herd of mavericks, drive up into Kansas or Missouri, an’ sell. A couple of th’ boys had run stuff in that way for th’ army, even swum ’em across the Mississippi. It would maybe give us a start. An’—well, there weren’t nothin’ else to do. So we tried it.” Anse sat staring down at the water lapping at his lean middle. His was a very thin body, the ribs standing out beneath the skin almost as harshly as did the weal of the scar on his shoulder.
    “And it didn’t work?”
    “Well, it might’ve. I ain’t sayin’ it won’t for some hombres. Only we run into trouble. Texas ain’t Texas no more; it’s th’ Fifth Military District. Any man what fought for th’ Confederacy ain’t got any rights. It’s worse’n an Injun war. We got us our herd, leastwise th’ beginnin’ of one. An’ that was back-breakin’ work—we was feelin’ as beat as when we run out of Tennessee after Franklin. Only we kept to it, ’cause it would give us a stake. So we started drivin’ north, an’ they jumped us.”
    “Who?”
    “Yankees—th’ brand what probably set at home an’ let others do th’ real fightin’—ready to come in an’ take over once th’ shootin’ was done with. They grabbed th’ herd. Shot Will Bachus when he stood up to ’em, an’ made it all legal ’cause they had a tin-horn deputy ridin’ with ’em. Well, we got him anyway an’ two or three of th’ others. But then they called in th’ army, an’ we had to ride for it. Scattered so they had more’n one trail to follow. But they posted us as ‘wanted’ back there. So I come whippin’ a mighty tired hoss outta Texas, an’ I ain’t plannin’ on goin’ back to any Fifth Military District!”
    “Any chance they’ll push a star after you here?”
    “No. I’m jus’ small stuff, not worth botherin’ ’bout by their reckonin’, now I ain’t got anythin’ left them buzzards can pick offen m’ bones. They’s sittin’ tight an’ gittin’ fat right there.”
    “Then it’s all set.” Drew tossed Anse a towel. “Climb out and we’ll get started!”
    “Doin what?”
    “You’ve worked horses, and they can use another wrangler on the Range. Right now they’ve a lot to be topped—want to gentle ’em some and trade ’em south into Mexico. If you ride for Don Cazar, nobody’s goin’ to ask too many questions.”
    “How d’you know he’ll sign me on?” Anse studied his own unkempt if now clean reflection in the shaving mirror on the wall. “I sure don’t look like no bargain.”
    “You will when we’re through with you,” Drew began. The Texan swung around.
    “Looky here, you thinkin’ of grub stakin’? I ain’t gonna—”
    “Suppose you had yourself a stack of cart wheels and my pockets were to let?” Drew retorted. “I think I remember me some times when we had one blanket and a hunk of hardtack between us, and there weren’t any