Part 42 (2/2)

Dear Ellie-We have come a good peace and have been lucky with the weather, it has been clear.No sign of Jake Spoon yet but we did cross the Red River and are in Texas, Joe likes it. His horse has been behaving all right and neither of us has been sick.I hope that you are well and have not been bothered too much by the skeeters.Your loving husband,July

He studied over the letter for days and wanted to put in that he missed her or perhaps refer to her as his darling, but he decided it was too risky-Elmira sometimes took offense at such remarks. Also he was bothered by spelling and didn't know if he had done a good job with it. Several of the words didn't look right to him, but he had no way of checking except to ask Joe, and Joe had only had a year or two of schooling so far. He was particularly worried about the word ”skeeters,” and scratched it in the dirt one night while they were camped, to ask Joe's opinion.

”It looks too long,” Joe said, glad to be asked. ”I'd take out a letter or two.”

July studied the matter for several minutes and finally decided he might spare one of the ”e” letters. But when he took it out the word looked too short, so when he recopied the letter, he put it back in.

”I bet she'll be glad to get the letter,” Joe said, to cheer July up. July had been nothing but gloomy since they left Fort Smith.

Actually, he didn't think his mother Would care one way or another whether she got a letter from July. His mother didn't think much of July-she had told him so in no uncertain terms several times.

Joe himself was happy enough to be gone from Fort Smith, though he missed Roscoe somewhat. Otherwise he took a lively interest in the sights along the way, though for a while the sights consisted mostly of trees. Gradually they began to get out into more open country. One day, to his delight, they surprised a small bunch of buffalo, only eight animals. The buffalo ran off, and he and July raced after them for a while to get a better look. After a couple of miles they came to a little river and they stopped to watch the buffalo cross. Even July forgot his gloom for a few minutes at the sight of the big, dusty animals.

”I'm glad there's some left,” he said. ”I know the hide hunters have about killed them off.”

Late that day they rode into Fort Worth. The number of houses amazed Joe, and the wide, dusty streets were filled with wagons and buggies. July decided they ought to go to the post office first, though at the last minute he became so worried about his letter that he almost decided not to mail it. He wanted badly to mail it, and yet he didn't want to.

It seemed to Joe that they rode past about fifty saloons, looking for the post office. Fort Smith only had three saloons and one livery stable, whereas Fort Worth had a big wagon yard and stores galore. They even met a small herd of wild-looking longhorn cattle being driven right through the streets by four equally wild-looking cowboys. The cattle, for all their wild looks, behaved so well that they didn't get to see the cowboys actually rope one, a sight Joe longed to see.

At the post office July debated several more minutes and finally took his letter in, purchased a stamp and mailed it. The postal clerk was an old man wearing eyegla.s.ses. He scrutinized the address on the letter and then looked at July.

”Arkansas, is that where you're from?” he asked.

”Why, yes,” July said.

”Johnson your name?” the man asked.

”Why, yes,” July said again. ”I'm surprised you know.”

”Oh, just guessing,” the man said. ”I think I got a letter for you here somewhere.”

July remembered they had told Peach and Charlie they might stop in Fort Worth and try to get wind of Jake and, of course, Elmira. He had only mentioned it-it had never occurred to him that anyone might want to write him. At the thought that the letter might be from Elmira, his heart beat faster. If it was, he intended to ask for his own letter back so he could write her a proper answer.

The old clerk took his time looking for the letter-so much time that July grew nervous. He had not been expecting mail, but now that the prospect had arisen he could hardly wait to know who his letter was from and what it said.

But he was forced to wait, as the old man scratched around in piles of dusty papers and looked in fifteen or twenty pigeonholes. ”Dern,” the old man said. ”I remember you having a letter. I hope some fool ain't thrown it away by mistake.”

Three cowboys came in, all with letters they had written to their sisters or sweethearts, and all of them had to stand there waiting while the old man continued his search. July's heart began to sink. Probably the old man had a poor memory, and if there was a letter it was for somebody else.

One of the cowboys, a fiery fellow with a red mustache, finally could not contain his impatience. ”Are you looking for your galoshes, or what?” he asked the old man.

The old man ignored him, or else couldn't hear him. He was humming as he looked.

”It ought to be a hanging crime for the post office to work so slow,” the impatient fellow said. ”I could have carried this letter by hand in less time than this.”

Just as he said it, the old man found July's letter under a mail bag. ”Some fool set a mailbag on it,” he said, handing it to July.

”I guess men grow old and die standing here waiting to buy a dern stamp,” the fiery fellow said.

”If you're planning to cuss I'll ask you to do it outside,” the clerk said, unperturbed.

”I guess it's a free country,” the cowboy said. ”Anyway, I ain't cussing.”

”I hope you can afford a stamp,” the old man said. ”We don't give credit around here.”

July didn't wait to hear the end of the argument. He could tell by the handwriting on the envelope that the letter was from Peach, not Elmira. The realization knocked his spirits down several pegs. He knew he had no reason to expect a letter from Elmira in the first place, but he was longing to see her, and the thought that she might have written had been comforting.

Joe was sitting on the board sidewalk outside the post office, watching the steady stream of buggies, wagons and horseback riders go by.

July had looked perked up when he went in, but not when he came out. ”It's from Peach,” he said. He opened the letter and leaned against a hitch rail to try and make out Peach's handwriting, which was rather hen-scratchy:

Dear July-Ellie took off just after you did. My opinion is she won't be back, and Charlie thinks the same.Roscoe's a poor deputy, you ought to dock his wages over this. He didn't even notice she was gone but I called it to his attention.Roscoe has started after you, to give you the news, but it is not likely he'll find you-he is a man of weak abilities. I think the town is a sight better off without him.We think Ellie left on a whiskey boat, I guess she took leave of her senses. If that's the case it would be a waste of time to go looking for her, Charlie thinks the same. You had better just go on and catch Jake Spoon, he deserves to pay the price.Your sister-in-law,Mary Johnson

July had forgotten that Peach had a normal name like Mary before his brother gave her the nickname. Ben had found Peach in Little Rock and had even lived there two months in order to court her.

”What'd it say?” Little Joe asked.

July didn't want to think about what it said. It was pleasanter to try and keep his mind off the facts-the main fact being the one his mind was most reluctant to approach. Ellie had left. She didn't want to be married to him. Then why had she married him? He couldn't understand that, or why she had left.

He looked at Joe, angry with the boy for a moment though he knew it was wrong to be. If Joe had stayed in Fort Smith, Ellie couldn't have left so easily. Then he remembered that it was Ellie who had insisted that the boy come along. None of it was Joe's fault.

”It's bad news,” July said.

”Did Ma leave?” Joe asked.

July nodded, surprised. If the boy could figure it out so easily, it must mean that he was the fool for having missed something so obvious that even a boy could see it.

”How could you guess?” he asked.

”She don't like to stay in one place too long,” Joe said. ”That's her way.”

July sighed and looked at the letter again. He decided he didn't believe the part about the whiskey boat. Even if Ellie had taken leave of her senses she wouldn't travel on a whiskey boat. He had left her money. She could have taken a stage.

”What are we gonna do now?” Joe asked.

July shook his head. ”I ain't got it thought through,” he said. ”Roscoe's coming.”

Joe's face brightened. ”Roscoe?” he said. ”Why'd he want to come?”

”Don't imagine he wanted to,” July said. ”I imagine Peach made him.”

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