"How plain, Will?"
"Talk like a man for a change."
"Well, as a man, I"m wondering if you"re going to go ahead and marry this-Miss Conway." One of the men behind him laughed but cut it off. Conway." One of the men behind him laughed but cut it off.
"What if I am?"
Maddox shrugged. "Every man to his own taste."
Calender stepped closer to him. "d.i.c.k, if I was married to that woman and you said what you have-you"d be dead right now."
"That"s opinion, Will." Maddox smiled because he was sure he could take Will Calender and he wanted to make sure the three men with him knew it.
Calender said, "The point is, I"m not married to her yet. Not yet. If you don"t come out with what"s on your mind now, you better not come out with it about two hours from now."
Maddox shook his head. "You"re a warnin" man, Will."
"What did she do in Tascosa?" Calender said bluntly.
Maddox hesitated, grinning. "Worked at the Casa Grande."
"And that"s what?"
"You never been to Tascosa?"
"I just never saw the place."
"Well, the Casa Grande"s where a sweaty trail hand goes for his drink, gamblin", and girls." Maddox paused. "I could draw you a picture, Will."
"d.i.c.k, if you"re pullin" a joke-"
"Ask anybody in town."
Calender looked at the hat-brim shadow and the eyes, the eyes that held without wavering. Then he turned and went up the street.
From his office window, Hillpiper, the Anton Chico Justice of the Peace, watched Will Calender cross the street. The office was above the jail and offered a view of sun, dust, and adobe; there was nothing else to see in Anton Chico, unless you were looking down the streets east, then you"d see the Pecos.
Hillpiper sat down at his desk, hearing the boots on the stairs, and when the knock came he said, "Come in, Will."
"How"d you know it was me?"
"Sit down." Hillpiper smiled. "You had an appointment for this morning, and I"ve got a window." Hillpiper wore silver-rim spectacles for close work, but he looked over them to Calender sitting across the desk from him.
Calender said, "You know what everybody in town"s saying?"
Hillpiper shook his head. "Not everybody."
"They"re talking about this woman I"m to marry."
"I"ll say it again. Not everybody."
Calender"s raw-boned face was tightening, and his voice was louder. "How can they know so much about her-and me, the man that"s to marry her, not know anything?"
"It"s happened before," Hillpiper said.
"You heard what they"re saying?"
"I heard Maddox in the saloon last night. Is he the everybody you"re talking about?"
"He"s enough. But it"s what she is!" Calender said savagely. "What she didn"t tell in her letters!"
"Three letters," Hillpiper said mildly. Calender had told him about it when he made the arrangements and set the date: the marriage broker in Santa Fe writing to him, then writing to the woman. Hillpiper had told him it was all right as far as he was concerned, since he didn"t see why two people had to love each other to get along. Love"s something that might come, but if it didn"t-look at all the marriages getting on without it. And Calender had said, That"s right. I never thought of that. See, my little girl"s the main reason.
"In three letters," Hillpiper went on, "a woman hardly has time to open up her heart."
"She could have told me what she did!"
"Just what does she do, Will?"
"You heard Maddox."
"I want to hear it from you."
"She worked at the Casa Grande!" Calender flared. "How do you want me to say it?"
Hillpiper put his palms on the desk and leaned forward. "All right, Will, she worked in a saloon. She danced with trail hands, maybe sang a little and smiled more than was natural to get the boys to buy the extra drink they"d a bought anyway. And that"s all she"s done, regardless of how Maddox makes a dozen words sound like a whole story. Why she did that kind of work, I don"t know. Maybe she had to because there was nothing else for a girl to do and she still had to eat like anybody else. Maybe it killed her to do it. Or"-Hillpiper"s voice was quieter and he shrugged-"maybe she liked doing it. Maybe she forgot where she carried her morals-a.s.suming what she was doing is morally wrong. By most men"s standards it is wrong for a female to work in a saloon, your standards too or you wouldn"t be here with your face tied in a knot. But those same men have a h.e.l.l of a good time with the females when they"re at the Casa Grande."
Hillpiper smiled faintly. "You were always a little stricter than most men anyway, Will. Seems like most of your life you"ve been a hardworking, Bible-reading family man, with no time for places like the Casa Grande. You"ve sweated your ranch into something pretty nice, something most other men wouldn"t have the patience or the guts to do. And I can see you not wanting to chance ruining all you"ve built- ranch or family. That"s why I was a little surprised when you of all people came in with this mail-order romance idea. I suspect, now that I think about it, you had the idea if a girl wants to get married she"s the simon-pure family type and nothing else. You had a good woman before, Will; so you expected one just as good this time."
Hillpiper leaned a little closer, his eyes on Calender"s weathered face. "Will," Hillpiper said. "You might be shocked a little bit, but when you get to heaven you"re going to see a lot of faces you never expected to see. Folks who got up there on G.o.d"s standards and not man"s. For all you know, you"re liable to even see d.i.c.k Maddox-though I suppose that would be stretching divine mercy a little thin."
Anton Chico"s Justice of the Peace leaned back in his swivel chair, his coat opening to show a gold watch chain across his vest. His hand came out of a side pocket with a cigar, and with a match from a vest pocket he lit it, puffing a cloud of smoke. When he looked up, Calender was standing.
"What"ve you decided, Will?"
"I"ve got my kids to think about."
"It"s your problem." Hillpiper said this in a kindly way, stating a fact. "If you"ve decided not to go through with it, that"s your business."
Will Calender nodded. "I suppose I should pay her stage fare back to Tascosa."
"That would be nice, Will," Hillpiper said mildly.
Calender thanked him and went out, down the stairs and into the street. Crossing to the other side, he felt awkward and self-conscious. The suit coat held tight across the shoulders and he could feel his big hands hanging too far out of the sleeves, and with nothing to hold on to.
It"s gotten hot, he thought, pulling his hat lower. Maybe the dryness makes it easier on some people, but it"s still hot. And then he thought: I"d better tell her before I buy the stage ticket.
d.i.c.k MADDOX was still in front of the hotel, but now more men were there. It had gotten around that Maddox was having some fun with Will Calender, so they drifted over casually from here and there, the ones who knew Maddox standing closest to him, laughing at what he said. The rest were all along the hotel"s shady ramada. One of the men saw Calender coming and he nudged Maddox, who looked up, then pretended he wasn"t concerned, until Calender was close to the hotel entrance.
"You change your mind, Will?" Calender stopped and breathed out wearily, "If you showed as much concern for your own business, you"d be a well-to-do man."
"You can"t take kiddin", can you?"
"Why should I have to?"
"You got a lot to learn, Will."
Calender shrugged, because he was tired of this, and went inside.
The boy was sitting alone, with his heels hooked in the wooden rungs of the chair. When he saw his father he jumped up quickly.
Calender looked about to be certain the woman was not in the lobby.
"Where is she?" he asked the boy.
"She went upstairs. All of a sudden she just started crying and went upstairs."
"What?"
"It was when they started talking. We were sitting here, and then her chin started to shake-you know-and then she run upstairs."
"Who was talking? The men outside?" The boy nodded hurriedly, and Calender could see that he was frightened and trying to hide it and at the same time was not sure what it was all about.
"What did they say?"
"Just one of them, the rest were laughing most of the time. He was telling them"-the boy said it slowly as if he"d memorized it-"he said some women didn"t know their place. They think they can live in the gutter then go out when they want and brush against people like nothing"s coming off. He was talking loud so we could hear every word and he said a man would be a fool to marry a woman like that and have her brushing against his kids with her gutter ways. It was like that, what he said. Then he spoke your name and he said he"d bet anybody five dollars American you"d changed your mind now about getting married. That"s when she run upstairs."
The boy frowned, looking at his father, watching his eyes go up to the room. "Why"d he have to say things like that? We were sitting here talking-getting acquainted."
Calender looked at the boy and saw that he was grinning.
"You know she never once asked me how old I was or if I knew my reader or things like that. She talked to me about affairs and interesting things like I was grown up, like Ma used to do. And, Pa, she called me Jim Jim! Can you imagine that? She called me Jim Jim! If her hair was darker and her nose a little different, I"d swear she was Ma!"
"Don"t say things like that!" Calender was conscious of his voice, and he said quietly, "There"s the difference of night and day."
"Well, her voice is different too, and maybe she"s a speck taller, though that could be the hat. I never seen Ma in a regular hat. But outside of that, they sure are alike."
"You know what you"re saying, comparing this woman with your mother?"
The boy looked at him questioningly, but the trace of a smile was still on his face. "I"m just saying they"re alike, that"s all. Maybe they don"t look so much alike, but they sure are alike." The boy smiled; he was sure his explanation was clear because he understood it so well himself.
Calender was looking at the boy closely now. "What if she"s done something bad?"
"Pa, little Molly"s doing bad things all the time. That"s just the way girls are. Most times they"re not doing serious things, so they have more time to get theirselves into trouble."
Calender"s eyes remained on the boy. Calender asked: "You think Molly will like her?"
"Couple of bad women like them will get along just fine." The boy grinned.
Calender left him abruptly, going up the stairs. In a few minutes he came back down, and in front of him was Clare Conway.
They walked across the lobby. Nearing the door, the woman hesitated and looked up at Will Calender. She was unsure and afraid. It was in her wide-open eyes, in the way her fingers held the ends of the crocheted shawl. Then she moved on again as if not under her own power-when Will touched her elbow and said to the boy, "Come on, Jim."
And when they were out on the ramada the woman"s eyes were looking down at her hands; she could feel Will Calender holding her elbow, she could feel the guiding pressure of his hand, and moved to the right along the ramada, along the line of silent men, hearing only her footsteps and the footsteps of the man at her side. The hand on her elbow tightened. She was being turned gently, and there was no longer the sound of footsteps and when she looked up a man was close in front of her, a man with heavy beard bristles.
"Miss Conway," Calender said. "This is Mr. Maddox. He"s had such a keen interest in our business, I thought you might like to meet him."
"Now, Will-" Maddox said, looking at Calender strangely.
"And, d.i.c.k," Calender went on, "this is Miss Conway. Isn"t there something you wanted to say to her?"
"Will-"
"Maybe you"d just like to tip your hat like a gentleman."
Maddox was staring at Calender almost dumbfounded, but slowly his face relaxed as he realized what Calender was doing in front of all these men and he said mildly, grinning, "Now, Will, I don"t know if I want to do that or not."
Calender"s fist came around suddenly, unexpectedly, driving against Maddox"s jaw, changing the smile to lopsided surprise and sending him back off the ramada into the street. Calender followed, and hit him again and this time Maddox went down, his hat falling off in front of him. Maddox started to rise, but Calender came for him again. Maddox hesitated, then eased down and sat in the street, looking up at Calender.
"One other thing, d.i.c.k," Will said. "I hear you"re taking bets there isn"t going to be a wedding today." He glanced back at the crowd of men in the shade. "Who"s holding the stakes?"
There was a silence, then someone called, "n.o.body"d bet him."
Calender beckoned to the man. "Come here." He brought a five-dollar gold piece out of his pants pocket and gave it to the man. "d.i.c.k Maddox"ll give you one just like this. Now you add the two up and have that much ready for me when I get back."
He walked to the ramada. The tension was gone. Some of the men were whispering and talking, some just looking out at Maddox still sitting in the street.
The boy"s face was beaming as he watched his father. Clare came toward him.
"You ripped the seam of your coat up the back," she said.
He felt her hand on his back pulling the cloth together. "Gives me a little more room," he said, conscious of the men watching him.
"It"s your good coat, though," the woman said. "I"ll mend it soon as we get home."
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Original t.i.tle: The Boy from Dos Cabezas Western Magazine, Western Magazine, December 1955 December 1955 STAN Ca.s.s, HIS elbows leaning on the edge of the rolltop desk, glanced over his shoulder as he said, "Take a look how I made this one out."
Marshal John Boynton had just come in. He was standing in the front door of the jail office, one finger absently stroking his full mustache. He looked at his regular deputy, Hanley Miller, who stood next to a chair where a young man sat leaning forward looking at his hands.
"What"s the matter with him?" Boynton said, ignoring Stan Ca.s.s.
Hanley Miller put his hand on the back of the chair. "A combination of things, John. He"s had too many, been beat up, and now he"s tired."