Part 58 (1/2)
Once the building started, it went swiftly. Still working from dawn to dark, Joe and Ellis built up the walls, laid the roof poles, and covered the roof with shakes. Joe made a stone boat, a flat sledge and hauled clay from a bed that was about a mile up the creek. While Joe and Ellis worked on the inside part.i.tions, Emma and the children started c.h.i.n.king.
The youngsters worked so enthusiastically on the lower cracks that in places there was more clay than log.
Summer was well under way when they had their first visitor.
He came riding up from the Oregon Trail, a thin sliver of a man on an enormous white horse. But though he was thin, he was a strong man.
Muscles rippled smoothly beneath his homespun s.h.i.+rt, and his smile was pleasant. He slid from his big horse and spoke with a p.r.o.nounced New England tw.a.n.g.
”Howdy, folks.”
”h.e.l.lo!” Joe said warmly.
The thin man extended his hand. ”My name's Winterson, Henry Winterson. I live--” with a gesture of his thumb he indicated the entire west ”--about four miles out there.”
”We're the Tower family,” Joe introduced the individual members, ”and this is Ellis Garner.”
”Glad to know you!” Winterson acknowledged. ”Glad to know you!” He came to Barbara. ”Woo-hoo! Double glad! If I wasn't already married to Martha, you wouldn't get away!”
”Careful,” Joe grinned. ”Barbara and Ellis are figuring on being married before very long.”
”Well, strike me down! We not only got close neighbors but there's going to be a wedding! Martha will be plumb out of her mind when she hears that! When's the big day?”
Ellis said, ”Soon, I hope.”
”We'll come,” a.s.serted Winterson, who hadn't been invited but took it for granted that he would be. ”Martha and me will be here and you can bet on that! Yup! You can just bet on it! Sure is a lucky thing I rode into Axton this morning! Otherwise I might never of known we had neighbors! Yup! Worth losing a horse to find that out!”
”You lost a horse?”
”Yup. There's some half-witted Indians prowl about here and they must have run it off. Figured I'd report it to Axton. Never can tell. Those soldier boys might be shot through with dumb luck some day and find something they're looking for.”
”Indians bother you much?” Joe queried.
”Nah!” Winterson said scornfully. ”Martha and me came through last year, right at the tail end though we started at the fore. Wagon broke down five times this side of Axton. Finally I said, 'Martha, if this blamed thing breaks down again we're setting up right where it happens.' Those were my very words. That's exactly what I said to her. So the blame thing broke down again and we set up right there. This is the first time Indians pestered us even a mite; mostly they're too lazy to scratch when they itch. You don't have to trouble your head about 'em.”
”They told us at Axton to watch out for hostiles.”
”And why wouldn't they tell you that at Axton? As long as that iron-faced major can keep up an Indian scare, he can set around here and enjoy life. If they transfer him to some other post he might have to work and I doubt if he could stand the shock. This country's every bit as safe as Vermont. Sure do like these meadows. If we'd known about 'em we probably would have come here.”
”Come anyhow,” Joe urged. ”There's plenty of room.”
Winterson grinned. ”Martha'd bend a skillet over my head. We've got our buildings up and our crops in. The day we moved in Martha said, 'Henry, I moved from Vermont to here. That's enough moving for one lifetime.'
Those were her very words. That's exactly what she said to me. She meant it, too. I know she'll be fretting to come and visit, though, soon's she knows you're here. She hasn't seen a woman since last year.”
”Please bring her,” said Emma, who hadn't seen a woman other than Barbara since they'd left Laramie. ”We'll be delighted to see her. Come prepared to stay a while.”
”Do that,” Joe seconded. ”We've plenty of room.”
”I can see that.” Winterson eyed the house. ”You sure built as though you aim to stay here a spell.”
”We'll be here,” Joe a.s.sured him. ”We've had enough moving too.”
”Guess everybody has, time they get to Oregon.” Winterson eyed Emma's chickens. ”You wouldn't want to sell or trade a couple of those hens, would you?”