Part 18 (2/2)

It was something, the talent Gus had for saying the very thing that a man might have been half thinking. Jake had more than once considered Denver, regretted more than once that he hadn't stopped there instead of going to Fort Smith. Going along with a drive would be a good enough way to get back to Denver. Of course, that didn't settle the question of Lorie, exactly.

”You know as well as I do Call would never allow no woman in this camp,” he said. It was surprising that Gus would even suggest such a thing.

”Call ain't G.o.d,” Augustus said. ”He don't have to get his way every day of the month. If she was my sweetheart, I'd bring her, and if he didn't like it he could bite himself.”

”You couldn't afford her, Gus, no better card player than you are,” Jake said, standing up. ”I believe I'll go to town. I don't feel like b.u.mping around Mexico tonight.”

Without another word he got his horse and left. Call watched him go and walked back over to Gus. ”Do you think he'll come on the drive?” he asked.

”Not unless you let him bring his girl,” Augustus said.

”Why, is Jake that crazy?” Call asked. ”Does he want to bring that girl?”

”It never occurred to him, but it has now,” Augustus said. ”I invited her.”

Call was impatient to get off, but Gus's remark stopped him. Gus was never one to do the usual, but this was stretching things, even for him.

”You done what?”

”Told him he ought to bring Lorie along,” Augustus said. ”She'd improve the company.”

”I won't have it,” Call said at once. ”G.o.dd.a.m.n you. You know better than that.”

”Ain't you late for work?” Augustus asked. ”I can't enjoy the night for all this jabbering.”

Call decided it was some joke. Even Gus wouldn't go that far. ”I'm going,” he said. ”You watch this end.”

Augustus lay back, his head against his saddle. It was a clear night, the stars just beginning to appear. Needle, Bert, Pea, Deets and Dish were waiting to go to Mexico. The rest of the boys were holding the herd. Bol was peeing on the campfire, causing it to sputter. Call turned his horse and rode toward the river.

19.

NEWT'S MIND had begun to dwell on the north for long stretches. Particularly at night, when he had nothing to do but ride slowly around and around the herd, listening to the small noises the bedded cattle made, or the sad singing of the Irishmen, he thought of the north, trying to imagine what it must be like. He had grown up with the sun s.h.i.+ning, with mesquite and chaparral, armadillos and coyotes, Mexicans and the shallow Rio Grande. Only once had he been to a city: San Antonio. Deets had taken him on one of his banking trips, and Newt had been in a daze from all there was to see.

Once, too, he had gone with Deets and Pea to deliver a small bunch of horses to Matagorda Bay, and had seen the great gray ocean. Then, too, he had felt dazed, staring at the world of water.

But even the sight of the ocean had not stirred him so much as the thought of the north. All his life he had heard talk of the plains that had no end, and of Indians and buffalo and all the creatures that lived on them. Mr. Gus had even talked of great bears, so thick that bullets couldn't kill them, and deerlike creatures called elk, twice the size of ordinary deer.

Now, in only a few days, he would be going north, a prospect so exciting that for hours at a stretch he was taken away from himself, into imaginings. He continued to do his normal work, although his mind wasn't really on it. He could imagine himself and Mouse out in a sea of gra.s.s, chasing buffalo. He could scare himself to the point where his breath came short, just imagining the great thick bears.

Before the Irishmen had been there a week, he had made friends with Sean O'Brien. At first the conversation was one-sided, for Sean was full of worries and p.r.o.ne to talking a blue streak; once he found that Newt would listen and not make fun of him, the talk gushed out, most of it homesick talk. He missed his dead mother and said over and over again that he would not have left Ireland if she hadn't died. He would cry immediately at the thought of his mother, and when Newt revealed that his mother was also dead, the friends.h.i.+p became closer.

”Did you have a pa?” Newt asked one day, as they were resting by the river after a stretch of branding.

”Yes, I had one, the b.a.s.t.a.r.d,” Sean said grimly. ”He only came home when he was a mind to beat us.”

”Why would he beat you?” Newt asked.

”He liked to,” Sean said. ”He was a b.a.s.t.a.r.d, Pa. Beat Ma and all of us whenever he could catch us. We laid for him once and was gonna brain him with a shovel, but he was a lucky one. The night was dark and we never seen him.”

”What happened to him?” Newt asked.

”Ha, the drunkard,” Sean said. ”He fell down a well and drownded. Saved us killing him and going to jail, I guess.”

Newt had always missed having a father, but the fact that Sean spoke so coldly of his put the matter in a different light. Perhaps he was not so unlucky, after all.

He was riding around the herd when Jake Spoon trotted past on his way to Lonesome Dove.

”Going to town, Jake?” Newt asked.

”Yes, I think I will,” Jake said. He didn't stop to pa.s.s the time; in a second he was out of sight in the shadows. It made Newt's spirits fall a little, for Jake had seldom said two words to him since he came back. Newt had to admit that Jake was not much interested in him, or the rest of them either. He gave the impression of not exactly liking anything around the Hat Creek outfit.

Listening to the talk around the campfire at night, Newt learned that the cowboys were unanimously hostile to Jake for fixing it so that Lorena was no longer a wh.o.r.e. Dish, he knew, was particularly riled, though Dish never said much when the other boys were talking about it.

”h.e.l.l,” Needle said, ”there never was but one thing worth doing on this border, and now a man can't even do that.”

”A man can do it plenty over in Mexico,” Bert observed. ”Cheaper too.”

”That's what I like about you, Bert,” Augustus said, as he whittled a mesquite twig into a toothpick. ”You're a practical man.”

”No, he just likes them brown wh.o.r.es,” Needle said. Needle kept a solemn look on his face at all times, seldom varying his expression.

”Gus, I've heard it said you had a fancy for that woman yourself,” Jasper Fant said. ”I wouldn't have suspected it in a man as old as you.”

”What would you know about anything, Jasper?” Augustus asked. ”Age don't slow a man's whoring. It's lack of income that does that. No more prosperous than you look, I wouldn't think you'd know much about it.”

”We oughtn't to talk this way around these young boys,” Bert said. ”I doubt a one of 'em's even had a poke, unless it was at a milk cow.”

A general laugh went up.

”These young uns will have to wait until we get to Ogallala,” Augustus said. ”I've heard it's the Sodom of the plains.”

”If it's worse than Fort Worth I can't wait to get there,” Jasper said. ”I've heard there's wh.o.r.es you can marry for a week, if you stay in town that long.”

”It won't matter how long we stay,” Augustus said. ”I'll have skinned all you boys of several years' wages before we get that far. I'd skin you out of a month or two tonight, if somebody would break out the cards.”

That was all it took to get a game started. Apart from telling stories and speculating about wh.o.r.es, it seemed to Newt the cowboys would rather play cards than anything. Every night, if there were as many as four who weren't working, they'd spread a saddle blanket near the campfire and play for hours, mostly using their future wages as money. Already the debts which existed were so complicated it gave Newt a headache to think about them. Jasper Fant had lost his saddle to Dish Boggett, only Dish was letting him keep it and use it.

”A man dumb enough to bet his saddle is dumb enough to eat gourds,” Mr. Gus had said when he heard about that bet.

”I have et okra,” Jasper replied, ”but I have never yet et no gourd.”

So far neither Newt nor the Rainey or Spettle boys had been allowed to play. The men felt it would be little short of criminal to bankrupt young men at the outset of their careers. But sometimes when n.o.body was using the deck, Newt borrowed it and he and the others played among themselves. Sean O'Brien joined in. They usually played for pebbles, since none of them had any money.

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