They started playing, using matches for chips, each one worth a dollar. Rich Miller said the stakes were big . . . he"d never played higher than nickel-dime before; but he began winning right off and he changed his tune. Most of the time they played five-card stud. Deke said it separated the men from the boys and he looked at Rich Miller when he said it. Deke played with a dumb face, but would smile after the last card was dealt-as if the last card always twinned the one he had in the hole. And he lost every hand. Eugene and Rich Miller took turns winning the pots, and after a while Deke stopped smiling.
"We"re raising the stakes," he said finally. "Each stick"s worth ten dollars." Deke"s cut was down to a few hundred dollars. Eugene took a drink and wiped his mouth and grinned. "Ain"t you losing it fast enough?"
Rich Miller grinned with him.
Deke said, "Just deal the cards."
MCKELWAY REACHED the platform on top of the shaft scaffolding and dropped the line to haul up the rifles-his own Sharps and Jim Mission"s roll-block Remington. He was glad Jim Mission was coming up with him. Jim was company and could shoot probably better than he could.
When Jim reached the platform the two men nodded and smiled, then loaded their rifles and practice-sighted on the doorway. McKelway said, Try not to hit the boy, though knocking off any of the others would be doing mankind a good turn, and Jim Mission said it was all right with him.
271 271 EUGENE GOT UP from the table unsteadily, tipping back his chair; he was grinning and stuffing currency into his pants pockets. In two hours he had won every cent of Deke"s and Rich Miller"s money. They remained seated, watching him sullenly, thinking it was a d.a.m.n fool thing to try and win back all your losings in a couple of hands. Eugene took another pull at the bottle and wiped his mouth and looked at them, but he only grinned.
"Sonny!" He called to the Mexican lounging beside the window. "Your turn to get skinned."
The Mexican shook his head. "I could not oppose such luck."
"Come on!"
Sonny Navarez shook his head again and smiled.
Harlan looked at him steadily, frowning. "Are you going to play?"
"Why should I give you my money?"
"You don"t come over here, I"ll come get you."
The Mexican did not smile now and the room was silent. Rich Miller started to rise, but Deke was up first. "Gene, you want to fight somebody-there"s plenty outside." Eugene ignored him and kept on toward Sonny. The Mexican"s hand edged toward his holstered pistol.
"Gene, you sit down now," Deke said tensely.
Eugene stepped into the rectangle of sunlight carpeting in from the doorway. He was stepping out of it when the rifle cracked and sang in the open stillness. Eugene"s hands clawed at his face and he dropped without uttering a sound.
MCKELWAY RELOADED quickly. He had got one of them, he was sure of that. And it hadn"t looked like the boy, else he wouldn"t have fired. Jim Mission told him it was good shooting. After that McKelway did some figuring.
From the crest of the ore tailing in front of them, they"d be only about fifty yards from the hut. The only trouble was, they"d be out in the open. He told Jim Mission about it and he said why not go up after dark; then if they didn"t see anything they"d still be close enough to shoot at sounds. McKelway said he was just waiting for Jim to say it.
THERE WAS NO poker the rest of the afternoon. Deke had dragged Eugene by his boots out of the doorway and placed him against a side wall with his hands on his chest, not crossed, but pushed inside his coat. He took the money out of Eugene"s pockets-six thousand dollars-and laid it on the table. Then he sat down and looked at it.
Rich Miller pressed close to the wall by the window, studying the slope, wondering where the man with the rifle was. His eyes hung on the weathered shaft scaffolding, and now he wasn"t so sure if there"d be any fun.
Once Deke said, "Now it"s starting to show itself," but they didn"t bother to ask him what.
Sonny Navarez stayed by a window. He would look at Eugene"s body, but most of the time he was watching the dying sun. Rich Miller noticed this, but he figured the Mexican was thinking about G.o.d-or heaven or h.e.l.l-because there was a dead man in the room. Sonny had crossed himself when Eugene was cut down, even though he would have killed him himself a minute before.
The sun was below the canyon rim, though the sky still reflected it red and orange, when Sonny Navarez pulled his pistol.
Deke was raising the bottle. He glanced at the Mexican, but only momentarily. He took a long swallow then and extended the bottle to Rich Miller. But the boy was staring at Sonny Navarez. Deke"s head turned abruptly. Sonny"s long-barreled .44 was pointing toward them.
Deke took his time putting down the bottle. He looked up again. "What"s the idea?"
The Mexican said, "When it is dark I"m leaving."
Deke nodded to the pistol. "You think we"re going to try and stop you?"
"You might. I am taking the money."
"You"re wasting your time."
273 273 Sonny Navarez shrugged. "Que va -it"s worth a try. From no matter where you die, it"s the same distance to h.e.l.l." -it"s worth a try. From no matter where you die, it"s the same distance to h.e.l.l."
"You wouldn"t have a chance," Rich Miller said. "There"s somebody out there close with a rifle dead on this place."
"For this money a man will brave many things," the Mexican said. "And-I am not leaving until dark." Then he told them to face the wall, and when they did, he picked up the bundles of oversize bills and stuffed them inside his jacket.
Rich Miller said, "Do you think you"ll get through?"
"Probably no."
Deke said, "You"re a d.a.m.n fool."
"If I get out," Sonny Navarez said, "I will visit a priest and give his church part of the money, and not rob again."
"It"s too late for that," Deke said. "It"s too late for anything."
No," the Mexican insisted. "I will be very sorry for this crime. With the money that is left after the church I will buy my mother a house in Hermosillo and after that I will recite the rosary every day."
Deke shook his head. "Things are going the way they are for a reason we don"t know. But nothing you can do will change it."
The Mexican shrugged and said, "" ""
Que va- It was almost full dark when Sonny Navarez moved to the doorway. He stood next to the opening and holstered his pistol and lifted his carbine, which was there against the wall. He levered a sh.e.l.l into the breech and stepped into the opening, crouching slightly. He hesitated, as if listening, then turned to the two men at the table and nodded. As he was turning back, the rifle shot rang in the dim stillness and echoed up-canyon. Sonny Navarez doubled, sinking to his knees, and hung there momentarily, as if in prayer, before falling half through the doorway.
LATER, MCKELWAY and Mission climbed down from the ore tailing and reported to Freehouser. The marshal said three out of five men wasn"t bad for one day"s work. They were sitting on the porch, cigarettes glowing in the darkness, when the rider came in from Asuncion. He told them that Elton Goss was going to pull through.
Freehouser laughed and said, well, he guessed the age of miracles was back. A good one on the doctor, eh?
The news made everybody feel pretty good, because Elton was a nice boy. McKelway mentioned that it would also make it a whole lot easier on Rich Miller.
LOOKING OUT into the night, the boy could just barely make out the shapes of the mine structures and the cyanide vats, which Deke had told him held 250 tons of ore and had to be hauled all the way across the desert from Yuma. How did he say it? The ore"d pour into the crusher-jaws and rollers that"d beat it almost to powder-then pa.s.s into the vats and get leached in cyanide for nine days. Five pounds of cyanide to the ton of water, that was it. He thought, What"s the sense in remembering that? What"s the sense in remembering that?
It"s a strange thing, Rich Miller thought now, Rich Miller thought now, how in two days a man can change from a thirty-a-month rider to an outlaw and not even feel it. Almost like the man has nothing to do with it. Just a rope pulling you into things. how in two days a man can change from a thirty-a-month rider to an outlaw and not even feel it. Almost like the man has nothing to do with it. Just a rope pulling you into things.
He remembered earlier in the day, being eager, looking forward to doing some long-range shooting, but seeing the situation apart from himself. He wondered how he could have thought this. Now there were two dead men in the room-that was the difference.
Later on, he got to thinking about Eugene breaking the poker game and about the Mexican. It occurred to him that both of them, for a short s.p.a.ce of time, had all of the money, and now they were dead. Ford had taken the biggest cut, and he was dead. Toward morning he dozed and when he awoke, Deke was sitting, leaning against the wall below the other window.
Deke was silent and Rich Miller said, for something to say, "When they going to try for us?"
"When they get good and d.a.m.n ready."
Rich Miller was silent and after a while he said, "We could take a chance and give up-you know, not like surrenderin"-with the idea of gettin" away later on when they ain"t a hundred of "em around."
"You know what I told you."
"But you ain"t dead sure about that."
275 275 "I"d say I"m a little older than you are."
Rich Miller did not answer. d.a.m.n, he hated for someone to tell him that. As if old men naturally knew more than young ones. Taking credit for being older when they didn"t have anything to do with it.
"What"re you thinking about?" Deke said.
"Giving up."
Deke exhaled slowly. "You saw what happens if you go through that door."
"There"s other ways."
"Like what?"
"Wavin" a flag."
"You wave anything out that door," Deke said quietly, "I"ll kill you."
HE"S CRAZY, RICH thought. He"s honest-to-G.o.d crazy and doesn"t know it. He"s honest-to-G.o.d crazy and doesn"t know it. Deke had b.u.t.ted the table against the wall under the window and now they sat opposite each other, Deke on one side of the window, the boy on the other. Deke had divided the eight thousand dollars between them and said they were going to play poker to keep their minds from blowing away. He placed his pistol on the edge of the table. Deke had b.u.t.ted the table against the wall under the window and now they sat opposite each other, Deke on one side of the window, the boy on the other. Deke had divided the eight thousand dollars between them and said they were going to play poker to keep their minds from blowing away. He placed his pistol on the edge of the table.
They stayed fairly close at first, each winning about the same number of pots, but after a while the boy began to win more often. In the quietness he thought of many things-like not being able to give himself up-and then he remembered something which had occurred to him earlier.
"Deke," the boy said, "you know why Sonny and Eugene got killed?"
"I"ve been telling you why. "Cause they were destined to."
"But why?"
"No one knows that."
"I do." The boy watched the older man closely. "Because they had the money." He paused. "Ford had most of it, and he was the first. Eugene had all but Sonny"s when he got hit. Then Sonny took all of it and he lasted less than an hour."
Deke said nothing, but his sunken expression seemed more drawn.
They played on in silence and slowly Rich Miller was taking more and more of the money. Deke seemed uncomfortable and he said qui etly that he guessed it just wasn"t his day. In less than an hour he was down to two hundred and fifty dollars.
"You might clean me out," Deke said.
Rich Miller said nothing and dealt the cards. The first ones down, then a queen to Deke and a jack to himself. He looked at his hole card. A ten of diamonds. Deke bet fifty dollars on the queen.
"You must have twin girls," the boy said.
"You know how to find out."
Rich Miller"s next card was a king. Deke"s an ace. He bet fifty dollars again. Their fourth cards were low and no help, but Deke pushed in all the money he had.
"That"s on a hunch," he said.
Rich Miller dealt the last cards-a queen to Deke, making it an ace, a five, and two queens. He gave himself a second king.
"What you show beats me," Deke said, grinning. He pushed away from the table and stood up. "You got it all, boy. You know what that means."
"It means I"m giving up."
"It"s too late. You explained it yourself a while ago-the man who gets the money gets killed!" Deke was grinning deeply. "Now I don"t have anything."
"You"re dead sure you"ll be last."
"As sure as a man can be. It"s the handwriting."
"What good"ll it do you?"
"Who knows?"
"You"re so dead sure, go stand in that doorway."
Deke was silent.
"What about your handwritin"? The pattern says you"ll be the last, and even then, who knows? That all the bunk?"
Deke hesitated momentarily, then walked slowly toward the doorway. He stopped next to it, stiffly. Then he moved out.
Rich Miller"s eyes stayed on Deke as his hand moved across the table. He lifted Deke"s pistol from the table edge and swung it out the window and fired in the direction of the scaffolding.
A high-pitched, whining report answered the shot and hung longer 277 277 in the air. Deke staggered, turning back into the room, and had time to look at the boy in wide-eyed amazement. Then he was dead.
The boy returned to the window after getting his carbine and, with his bandanna tied to the end of the barrel, waved it in a slow arc back and forth. Once they started up the slope he sat back in the chair and idly turned over his hole card, the ten.
The poss.e.m.e.n were drawing closer, up to Ford Harlan"s body now. He flipped Deke"s hole card. It landed on top of the two queens. Three ladies.
He rose and moved to the doorway as he saw the men nearing the shelf, then glanced down at Deke and shook his head. I sure am crazy, he thought. I never heard before of a man cheating to lose.
He walked through the doorway with his hands above his head.
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