The Andre Norton Megapack - 15 Classic Novels and Short Stories

would be more like it, amigo . Yesterday, well, they got m’ hoss—tried to git me. Only left their mark, though,” Anse said, regarding his arm ruefully. “I’ve been wearin’ off boot heels hoofin’ it ever since. Tryin’ to make it back to that there water hole.”
    “Who shot your horse?”
    “I didn’t see no name printed big ’cross his jacket, but I’m thinkin’ it was Shannon.”
    “You were in Mexico?”
    Anse shook his head. “No, an’ Shannon ain’t there, neither. I trailed along—ridin’ th’ high lines careful—when he went with that there Mex Coronel an’ his men. Stayed with him ’bout a day, Shannon did. Then another man, Anglo, rode into their camp—had him a chin fest with Shannon, an’ Johnny saddled up pronto, beat it with th’ stranger. Thought he might be headin’ home, but he weren’t. So I kept on ridin’ into their dust an’ waitin’ to find out what it was all ’bout.
    “Shannon an’ this hombre, they hit it up a pretty good lick till they got well away from th’ Sonora trail. Then they skimmed it down till you’d think they had all month an’ a handful of extra Sundays to git wherever they was goin’. Plumb wore me down amblin’ ’long th’ way they did. I sure ’nough ’bout scraped off myhoss’s hoofs cuttin’ down his speed.
    “Spent a whole day jus’ loungin’ ’round in one camp. I’d say they was waitin’ for someone—only nobody ever showed. So they went on, me followin’. I’ll tell you one thing. This new hombre Shannon took up with, he was a real hard case. A short trigger man if I ever laid eye on one. Anyway we jus’ kept on, with me tryin’ to think iffen I should Injun up to git th’ drop on ’em or not. Seemed to me, though, as how it might be brighter to kinda jus’ drift their way an’ see what’s makin’ ’em rattle their hocks out in th’ middle of nowhere.
    “Guess I weren’t as smart as I thought I was. As I said, yesterday suddenly they give th’ spurs an’ lit out. Me, guess I got kinda upset ’bout losin’ ’em an’ followed a bit too hasty. Hoss came down with a hole in him. Me, I took another. Gave ’em a good sight of a man plugged where it means th’ most an’ that musta convinced ’em I wasn’t no problem no more. So—that was what happened. I jus’ pulled as green a trick as a sod-buster tryin’ to crawl a wild one! An’ where Shannon is now I don’t know—only I don’t think it’s in Mexico.”
    “Probably with Kitchell.” Hurriedly Drew filled in his own experiences and what he had learned from Topham.
    Anse looked about him. “For territory what looks so bare,” he commented, “this stretch of country sure must have a sight of population wanderin’ ’round in it. Th’ Old Man an’ his posse somewheres up ahead, an’ Shannon an’ that side-kick of his, an’ Kitchell maybe, as well as th’ Yankees hotfootin’ it behind you—or so you hope. Lordy, this’s gonna be th’ Battle of Nashville over again’ do they all meet up! All we need is a couplabull pups up on one of them ridges an’ we could blow ’em all to hell-an’-gone! Jus’ which bunch is goin’ to claim us first?”
    “ Señores , that is already decided,” Teodoro said quietly.
    Drew looked up. Where had they come from, those four? Out of the rocks themselves? He only knew that now they were there, rifles over their forearms, ready to swing sights on the three below. His heart gave a lurch—Apaches? And then on the far right he recognized Greyfeather, Rennie’s chief scout. And it was Greyfeather who pointed to them and to the way ahead, who gave an emphatic wave of the hand which was an order. Leading their horses, they obeyed, the Pimas falling in behind.
    The back-door route to the pass was a rough one. They had to leave the horses and climb, two of the Pimas always in sight behind, guns ready. Anse sighed.
    “Seems like we have lots of luck—all of it plain bad. These Injuns run us in an’ as far as th’ Old Man’s concerned we’re jus’ what everybody claims we is. We’re a coupla saddle bums as is only on th’ loose ’cause we got up earlier an’ owned faster hosses than th’ sheriff! How’d we ever git our saddles slipped ’round so wrong, anyway?”
    “I did it,” Drew said bitterly. “It’s not any of your doin’, Anse. Tied myself up in a string of lies and now they have me tight. So help me, Anse, if I ever get this unsnarled, I’m never goin’ to open my