The Andre Norton Megapack - 15 Classic Novels and Short Stories

th’ war. Our boys an’ theirs, too, got real expert toward th’ end—could heat up a rail an’ tie a regular noose in it, were some tree handy to rope it ’round. Gonna take th’ Yankees some doin’ to git all them back into place.” He laughed. “Drew, ’member that time we took them river steamers an’ had us a real feed? Times when I was in that Yankee stockade eatin’ th’ swill they called rations I used to dream ’bout them pickles an’ canned peaches an’ crackers with long sweetin’ poured on ’em!”
    “Heard tell as you boys don’t think th’ war’s clear over yet,” Fenner observed. “Didn’t youhave yoreselves a ruckus with th’ soldiers at th’ Four Jacks?”
    Drew’s reminiscent smile faded. But he was not going to keep on protesting about the right or wrong of what happened back in town. The way Nye and Topham had hustled Anse and him out with the wagon train had made it seem as if they were in disgrace, and that rankled a lot. What was expected of them—that they should have let Helms pour it on—maybe serve as butts for a series of practical jokes without raising a finger in their own defense? On the other hand, the Kentuckian could see the sense behind Topham’s arguments. If Bayliss wanted to use Drew’s connection with the Range as a weapon in some scheme against Hunt Rennie, then Hunt Rennie’s son was only too willing to clear out. Perhaps he should clear out even farther and head for California. Drew began to think about that. There was Sage. She couldn’t hope to make such a trip for maybe six months. That would mean putting off traveling until next spring or early summer. But six months…Of course, he could go now. Don Cazar would buy the foal and Shadow, too, and give him a fair price. That would be relinquishing a dream. No Spur R brand would ever be established here in Arizona. But sometimes dreams were priced too high.…
    “You’re mighty grim-mouthed,” Anse commented, glancing at Drew sideways. “Thinkin’ of trains runnin’ through here git you down that far? Or else that roughenin’ up you took in town still sit sour on your stomach?”
    “Sits sour all right,” Drew admitted. “Sits sourer to think we were suckered into it.”
    The scout glanced from one to the other of the young men.
    “You think there’s somethin’ in all that talk Topham was givin’ lip to?” Anse asked.
    “Could be. Can’t say as how I’d like to find out the truth. Look here, Fenner, we’ve heard a lot about Captain Bayliss wantin’ to make trouble for Don Cazar. Does everybody believe that?”
    “Everybody wot ain’t blind, deef, or outta their natural-born wits,” Fenner replied. “Bayliss come out here two years ago. ’Fore that, Major Kenny, he was in command between here an’ Tucson. Had him an outpost right on th’ edge o’ th’ Range. Him an’ Don Cazar, they never talked no war, ’cept ’gainst Apaches an’ th’ bandidos . Was there a raid, th’ major, he took out th’ troops; and Don Cazar, he took out his riders an’ th’ Pimas. ’Tween ’em they give everybody wot wanted a spot of trouble all they could chew off an’ a lot more’n they could swallow. Kept things quiet even if a man hadda rest his hand on his rifle ’bout twenty-four hours outta every day.
    “But this here Bayliss—he’s been like a mule with a burr under his tail ever since he hit th’ territory. Wants to have th’ say ’bout everything—includin’ wot goes on at th’ Range—which he ain’t never goin’ t’ have as long as Don Cazar kin sit th’ saddle an’ ride. Back in ’62 when th’ Rebs came poundin’ in here, they spoke soft an’ nice to Don Cazar. They wanted him to back their play an’ see ’em straight on to Californy. He was from Texas an’ them Texas boys jus’ naturally thought as how he’d saddle up an’ ride right ’long wi’ ’em. Only he said it loud an’ clear—that such ruckusin’ round only meant th’ whole country here’d go to pot. When th’ army pulled out, th’ Apaches got it into their heads as how they finally licked us good an’ proper an’ this here was their country fur th’ takin’. Nearly was, too.
    “Then th’ Rebs got up on their high horse an’ said as how iffen Don Cazar warn’t with ’em, then hewas agin ’em, an’ they would jus’ move in on him . He tol’ ’em to go ahead an’ try. An’ seem’ as how they was only one company hereabouts—Howard’s Rangers—they