The bearded man hesitated before saying, "I"m swearing out a complaint on one Phil Treat."
Ha.s.sett nodded, moving the tobacco from one cheek to the other. "It"s your privilege, Grady; though I"d say you got off easy."
"This man forced us-" Grady began.
Ha.s.sett held up his hand. "In my office." He looked at Treat then. "You come in, too, and state your complaint. I make out a writ and serve it on Ivan. The writ orders him to court on such and such a date. You"re there to claim your wife with proof of legal marriage."
"And if Mr. Kergosen doesn"t appear?" asked Treat.
"He"s no bigger than I am," Ha.s.sett said. "I see that he does next time."
"But that doesn"t calm his mind, does it?"
"That"s your problem," Ha.s.sett said.
Treat almost smiled. "You said it as simply as it can be said."
"All right," Ha.s.sett said. "You"ve been told." He moved around his horse, stepped up into the saddle, then looked down at Treat again. "Let me ask you something. How come Grady looks the way he does and there isn"t a mark on Sandal?"
"I talked to Grady first," Treat said.
"I see," Ha.s.sett said. "I"ll ask you something else. How come Ivan didn"t come here looking for these two?"
"I guess he doesn"t know I"m still here."
Ha.s.sett looked down at Treat. "But he"ll know it now, won"t he?" He turned and rode out of the yard.
That afternoon, after they had finished the inside repairs, Sandal and Grady were released. They rode out, riding double, and watching them, Treat pictured them approaching the great U-shaped adobe that was Mr. Kergosen"s home, then dismounting and standing in the sunlight as Ivan came down the steps from the veranda.
Sandal would tell it: how they were ambushed riding back from Dos Mesas, how Treat had appeared in front of them, coming out of the trees with the Henry; how Grady"s horse had been hit when they tried to run, and had fallen on Grady and injured his ankle; how they had been taken back to his adobe and forced to rebuild the ramada and patch the furniture and the stove. And Sandal would describe him as some kind of demon, a nagual nagual who never slept and seldom spoke as he held them with a Henry rifle for two days and two nights. who never slept and seldom spoke as he held them with a Henry rifle for two days and two nights.
Ivan Kergosen would turn from them, his eyes going to Ellis sitting on the shaded veranda, reading or sewing or staring out over the yard. She would not look at him, but he would detect the beginning of a smile. Only this, on the tenth day of her silence.
ou have a woman,YTreat thought, picturing her. Y Y ou have one and you don"t have one. He thought of the time he had first spoken to her, the times they rode together and the time he first kissed her. He thought of the time he had first spoken to her, the times they rode together and the time he first kissed her.
And now they"ll come again. But not Grady, because his ankle will put him to bed. Outwait an old man, he thought. he thought. Wait while an old man realizes he is not G.o.d, or G.o.d"s avenging angel, G.o.d"s right hand. Which could take no longer than your lifetime, Wait while an old man realizes he is not G.o.d, or G.o.d"s avenging angel, G.o.d"s right hand. Which could take no longer than your lifetime, he thought. he thought.
He took dried meat, a canteen, a blanket, the Henry, and a holstered Colt revolver and went out into the corral to wait for them.
THERE WERE FIVE that came. They reached Treat"s adobe at dusk, spreading out as they approached it, coming at it from both sides of the corral, two of the riders circling the stable shed and the adobe before entering the yard. Sandal dismounted and went into the adobe. He came out with a kerosene lantern and held it as Pyke struck a match and lit it.
"Who"s going to do it?" asked Sandal.
"You"re holding the fire," Pyke said.
"Not me." Sandal shook his head.
"Just throw it in. Hit the wall over the bed."
"Not me. I"ve done enough to that man."
"What about what he did to you?"
"He had reason."
Pyke stepped out of the saddle. He jerked the lantern away from Sandal and walked to the door. His hand went to the latch, then stopped.
"Layo!" Sandal"s voice.
Pyke looked over his shoulder, saw Sandal not looking at him, but staring out toward the corral, and he turned full around, holding the lantern by the ring handle.
He saw Treat crossing the yard toward him. In the dusk he could not see the man"s features, but he knew it was Treat. He saw Treat"s hands hanging empty and he saw the revolver on his right leg. Now Sandal was moving the horses, holding the reins and whack-slapping at the rump of one to force both of them to the side. The horses of the three riders still mounted moved nervously, and the riders watched Treat, seeing him looking at Leo Pyke. Then, thirty feet from the ramada, Treat stopped.
"Leo, you tore my house down once. Once is enough."
Pyke was at ease. "You"re going to stop us?"
"The last time you stated that you"d talk with a gun if I ever came close again." Treat glanced at Sandal when Pyke said nothing. "Is that right?"
"Big as life," the Mexican said.
Treat"s gaze returned to Pyke. "Well?"
"You got me at an unfair advantage," Pyke said carefully. "A lantern in my hand. All the light full on me."
"You came here to burn down my house," Treat said, standing motionless. "You"re holding the fire, as you told Sandal. You"ve four men backing you and you call it a disadvantage."
"Three men backing him," Sandal said.
Beyond him one of the mounted riders said, "This part of it isn"t our fight."
And Sandal added, "Just Layo"s."
"Wait a minute." Pyke was taken by surprise. "You all work for Mr. Kergosen. He says run him out, we do it!"
"But not carry him out," the one who had spoken before said. "You threatened him, Leo; then it"s your fight, not ours. And if you think he"s got an unfair advantage, put the lantern down."
"So it"s like that," Pyke said.
"You got two feet," Sandal said. "Stand on them. Show us how the segundo would do it."
"Listen, you chili picker! You"re through!"
"Sure, Layo. Now talk to that boy out there."
"Mr. Kergosen"s going to run every d.a.m.n one of you!" Pyke half turned to face them, shifting the lantern to his left hand, the light sway ing across Sandal and the chestnut color of his horse.
"We"ll talk to him," Sandal said.
Pyke stared at him. "You know what you done, you and the rest? You jawed yourself out of jobs. You see how easy a new one is to find. Mr. Kergosen"s going to be burned, but sure as h.e.l.l I"m going to"-his feet started to shift-"tell him!"
As he said it, Pyke was spinning on his toes, swinging the lantern hard at Treat, seeing it in the air, then going to his right, but seeing Treat moving, with the revolver suddenly in his hand, and at that moment Treat fired.
Pyke was half around when the bullet struck him. He stumbled back against the front of the adobe, came forward drawing, bringing up his Colt, then half turned, falling against the adobe as Treat fired again and the second bullet hit him.
The revolver fell from Pyke"s hand and he stood against the wall staring at Treat, holding his arms bent slightly, but stiffly against his sides, as if afraid to move them. He had been shot through both arms, both just above the elbow.
Treat walked toward him. "Leo," he said, "you"ve got two things to remember. One, you"re not coming back here again. And two, I could"ve aimed dead center." He turned from Pyke to Sandal. "If you want to do him a good turn, tie up his arms and take him to a doctor. The rest of you," he said to the mounted men, "can tell Mr. Kergosen I"m still here."
HE WAS TOLD, and he came the next morning, riding into the yard with a shotgun across his lap. He rode up to Treat, who was standing in front of the adobe, and the shotgun was pointing down at him when Kergosen drew in the reins. They looked at each other in the clear morning sunlight, in the yellow, bright stillness of the yard.
"I could pull the trigger," Kergosen said, "and it would be over."
"Over for me," Treat said. "Not for you or Ellis."
Kergosen sat heavily in the saddle. He had not shaved this morning and his eyes told that he"d had little sleep. "You won"t draw a gun against me?"
"No, sir."
"Why?"
"If I did, I"d have to live with Ellis the rest of my life the way you"re doing now."
"So you"re in a hole."
"But no deeper than the one you"re in."
Kergosen studied him. "I underestimated you. I thought you"d run."
"Because you told me to?"
"That was reason enough."
"You"re too used to giving orders," Treat said. "You"ve been Number One a long time and you"ve forgotten what it"s like to have somebody contrary to you."
"I didn"t get where I am having people contrary to me," Kergosen stated. "I worked and fought and earned the right to give orders, but I prayed to G.o.d to lead me right, and don"t you forget that!"
"Mr. Kergosen," Treat said quietly, "are you afraid I can"t provide for your daughter?"
"Provide!" Kergosen"s face tightened. "An Apache buck provides. He builds a hut for his woman and brings her meat. Any man with one hand and a gun can provide. We"re talking about my daughter, not a flat-nosed Indian woman-and you have to put up a d.a.m.n sight more than meat and a hut!"
Treat said, "You think I won"t make something of myself?"
"Mister, all you"ve proved to me is that you can read sign and shoot." Kergosen paused before asking, "Why didn"t you sign a complaint to get Ellis back? Don"t you know your rights? That what I"m talking about. You can track a renegade Apache, you can stand off five men with a Colt, but you don"t know how to live with a white man!"
"Mr. Kergosen," Treat said patiently, "I could"ve got a writ. I could"ve prosecuted you for tearing down my house. I could"ve killed Leo Pyke with almost a clear conscience. I could"ve done a lot of things."
"But you didn"t," Kergosen said.
"No, I waited."
"If you"re waiting for me to die of old age-"
"Mr. Kergosen, I"m interested in your daughter, not your property. We can get along just fine with what we"re building on."
"Which is nothing," Kergosen said.
"When you started," Treat asked, "what did you have?"
"When I married I had over one hundred square miles of land. Miles, mister, not acres. I was going on forty years old, sure of myself and not a kid anymore."
"I"m almost thirty, Mr. Kergosen."
"I"ll say it again: And you"ve got nothing."
"Nothing but time."
"Listen," Kergosen said earnestly. "You don"t count on the future like it"s nothing but years to fill up. You fill them up, good or bad, according to your ability and willingness to sweat, but you"re sure of that future before you ask a woman to face it with you."
Treat said, "You had somebody picked for Ellis?"
"Not by name, but a man who can offer her something."
"So you planned her future, and it turned out different."
"d.a.m.n it, I try to do what"s right!"
"According to your rules."
"With G.o.d"s help!"
"Mr. Kergosen," Treat said, "I don"t mean disrespect, but I think you"ve rigged it so G.o.d has to take the blame for your mistakes. Ellis and I made a mistake. We admit it. We should"ve come to you first. We would"ve got married whether you said yes or no, but we still should"ve come to you first. The way it is now, it"s still up to you, but now you"re in an embarra.s.sing position with the Almighty. Ellis and I are married in the eyes of the same G.o.d that you say"s been guiding you all this time, thirty years or more. All right, you and Him have been getting along fine up to now. But now what?"
Kergosen said nothing.
"We could probably argue all day," Treat said, "but it comes down to this: You either go home and send out some more men, or you use that scattergun, or you come inside and have some coffee, and we"ll talk it over like two grown-up men."
Kergosen stared at him. "I admire your control, Mr. Treat."
"I"ve learned how to wait, Mr. Kergosen. If it comes down to that, I"ll outwait you. I think you know that."
Kergosen was silent for a long moment. He looked down at his hands on the shotgun and exhaled, letting his breath out slowly, wearily, and he seemed to sit lower on the saddle.
"I think I"m getting old," he said quietly. "I"m tired of arguing and tired of fighting."
"Maybe tired of fighting yourself," Treat said.
Kergosen nodded faintly. "Maybe so."