"At least we know where he is and what he"s doin"."
Kirby propped his chin on his forearm. "Jus" "bout now he"s sittin" down at the table back theah in Meridian with a sight of fancy grub lookin"
back at him. How long you think he"s gonna take to bein" corraled that way?"
"General Buford gave him strict orders personally--"
"Nice to have a general take an interest in you," Kirby commented. "You Kaintuck boys, you"re scattered all through this heah army. Want to stay with Boyd "cause he"s ailin", so you jus" find you a general from your home state an" talk yourself into a transfer--"
"Notice you wanted me to talk you into one, too."
"Well, Missouri, Mississippi, an" Tennessee are a sight nearer Texas an"
home than Virginia. Anyway, theah warn"t much left of our old outfit, an" this heah Forrest is headin" up a sa.s.sy bunch. So I"m glad you did find you a general to sling some weight an" git us into his scouts jus"
"cause he knew your grandpappy. Kaintucks stick together...."
There was a second of silence through which they could both hear the faint sounds of life from the stockade.
"M" father was a Texan," Drew said suddenly.
"Now that"s a right interestin" observation," Kirby remarked. "Heah I was all the time thinkin" you was one of these heah fast-ridin", fine-livin" gentlemen what was givin" some tone to the army. Not jus"
"nother range drifter from the big s.p.a.ces. What part of Texas you from--Brazos?"
"Oh, I wasn"t born there. You had a war down that way, remember?"
"You mean when Santa Anna came trottin" in with his tail high, thinkin"
as how he could talk harsh to some of us Tejanos?"
"No, later than that--when some of us went down to talk harsh in Mexico."
"Sure. Only I don"t recollect that theah powder-burnin" contest, m"self.
M"pa went ... got him these heah fancy hoss ticklers theah." Kirby moved his hand toward the spurs he had taken off and tucked into his shirt for safekeeping to m.u.f.fle the jingle while they were on scout. "Took "em away from a Mex officer, personal. Me, I was too young to draw fightin"
wages in that theah dust-up."
"My father wasn"t too young, and he drew his wages permanent. My grandfather went down to Texas and brought my mother back to Kentucky just in time for me to appear. My grandfather didn"t like Texans."
"An" maybe not your father, special?"
Drew smiled, this time mirthlessly. "Just so. You see, m" father came up from Texas to get his schoolin" in Kentucky. He was studyin" to be a doctor at Lexington. And he was pretty young and kind of wild. He had one meetin"--"
"You mean one of them pistol duels?"
"Yes. So my grandfather warned him off seein" his daughter. I never heard the rights of it, but it seems m" father didn"t take kindly to bein" ordered around."
Kirby chuckled. "That theah feelin" is borned right into a Texas boy. He probably took the gal an" ran off with her--"
"You"re guessing right. At least that"s the story as I"ve put it together. Mostly n.o.body would tell me anything. I was the blacksheep from the day I was born--"
"But your ma, she"d give you the right of it."
"She died when I was born. That"s another thing my grandfather had against me. I was Hunt Rennie"s son, and I killed my mother; that"s the way he saw it."
Kirby rolled his head on his arm so that his hazel eyes were on Drew"s thin, too controlled features.
"Sounds like your grandpappy had a burr under his tail an" bucked it out on you."
"You might see it that way. You know, Anse, I"d like to see Texas--"
"After we finish up this heah war, compadre, we can jus" mosey down theah an" look it over good. Happen you don"t take to Texas, why, theah"s New Mexico, the Arizona territory ... clean out to California, wheah they dip up that theah gold dust so free. Ain"t nothin" sayin" a man has to stay on one range all his born days--"
"Looks like the war ain"t doin" too well." Drew was watching the activity in the stockade.
"Well, we lost us Atlanta, sure enough. An" every time we close up ranks, theah"s empty saddles showin". But General Forrest, he"s still toughenin" it out. Me, I"ll trail along with him any day in the week."
"Hey!" Kirby was drawing a bead on a shaking bush. But the man edging through was Hew Wilkins, General Buford"s Sergeant of Scouts. He crawled up beside them to peer at the blockhouse.
"They"re pullin" out!" The men in blue coats were lining up about a small wagon train.
Wilkins used binoculars for a closer look. "Your report was right; those are Negro troops!"
"No wonder they"re clearin" out--fast."
"Cheatin" us outta a fight," Kirby observed with mock seriousness.
"All the better. Kirby, you cut back and tell the General they"re givin"
us free pa.s.sage. We can get the work done here, quick."
"Back to axes, eh, an" some nice dry firewood--an" see what we can do to mess up the railroads for the Yankees. Only, seems like we"re messin" up a sight of railroads, all down in our own part of the country. I"d like to be doin" this up in one of them theah Yankee states like New York, say, or Indiana. Saw me some mighty fine railroads to cut up, that time General Morgan took us on a sashay through Indiana."
Kirby got to his feet and stretched. Drew unwound his own lanky length to join the other.
"Maybe the old man will be leadin" us up there, too--" Wilkins put away the binoculars. "Rennie, we"ll move on down there and see if we can pick up any information."
Two months or a little more since Harrisburg. The brazen heat had given way to torrents in mid-August, and the rain had made quagmire traps of roads, forming rapids of every creek and river--bogging down horses, men, and guns. But it had not bogged down Bedford Forrest. And one section of his small force, under the command of General Buford leading the Kentuckians, had held the Union forces in check, while the other, under Forrest"s personal leadership had swung past Smith and his blue coats in a lightning raid on Memphis.
Now in September the rain was still falling in the mountains, keeping the streams up to bank level. And Forrest was also on the move. After the Memphis raid there had been a second honing of his army into razor sharpness, a razor to be brought down with its cutting edge across those railroads which carried the lifeblood of supplies to the Union army around Atlanta.
Blockhouses fell to dogged attack or surrendered to bluff, the bluff of Forrest"s name. The Kentucky General Buford was leading his division of the command up the railroad toward the Elk River Bridge and that was below the scouts now, being abandoned by the Union troopers.
Two factors had brought Drew into Buford"s Scouts. If Dr. Cowan, Forrest"s own chief surgeon, had not been the medical officer to whom Drew had by chance delivered those saddlebags of drugs, and if Abram Buford had not been a division commander, Drew might not have been able to push through his transfer. But Cowan had spoken to Forrest, and General Buford had known both the Barretts and the Mattocks all his life.
Boyd had recovered speedily from the leg wound, but his convalescence from heat exhaustion and the ensuing complications was still in progress, though he had reached the point that only General Buford"s strict orders had kept him from this second raid into enemy territory.
Now he was safe in a private home in Meridian, where he was being treated as a son of the house, and Drew had even managed to send a letter to Cousin Merry with that information. He only hoped that she had received it.
As for the change in commands, Drew was content. Perhaps the more so since the news had come less than two weeks earlier that John Morgan was dead. He had gone down fighting, shooting it out with Yankee troopers in a rain-wet garden in Tennessee on a Sunday morning. Men were dying, dead ... and maybe a cause was dying, too. Drew"s thought flinched away from that line now, trying to keep to the job before them. There was the abandoned stockade to destroy, the trestle and bridge to knock to pieces, and if they had time, the tracks to tear up, heat, and twist out of shape.
Wilkins stood behind a pile of wood cut for engine fuel. "They are on the run, all right. Headin" toward Pulaski."
"Think they"ll make a stand there?"
"One guess is as good as another. If they do, we"ll smoke them out. Keep "em busy and chase "em clean out of their hats and back to camp."