Diego Luz looked at him, patient about it. Not mad or even stirred up. "Why don"t you go home?"
"He says Get me a bottle, you run."
"I get it. I don"t run."
"Smile and hold your hat, uh?"
"And don"t talk so much."
"Not unless they talk to you first."
"You better go home," Diego said.
Bob Valdez said, "That"s why you hit the horses."
"Listen," Diego Luz said, scowling a bit now. "They pay me to break horses. They pay you to talk to drunks on Sat.u.r.day night and keep them from killing somebody. They don"t pay you for what you think or how you feel, so if you take their money, keep your mouth shut. All right?"
Diego Luz got up and walked away, down toward the hollow. The h.e.l.l with this kid, he was thinking. He"ll learn or he won"t learn, but the h.e.l.l with him. He was also thinking that maybe he could get a drink from that bottle. Maybe there"d be a half inch left n.o.body wanted and Mr. Malsom would tell him to kill it.
But it was already finished. R. L. Davis was playing with the bottle, holding it by the neck and flipping it up and catching it as it came down. Beaudry was saying, "What about after dark?" Looking at Mr. Tanner, who was thinking about something else and didn"t notice. R L. Davis stopped flipping the bottle. He said, "Put some men on the rise right above the hut; he comes out, bust him."
"Well, they should get the men over there," Mr. Beaudry said, looking at the sky. "It won"t be long till dark."
"Where"s he going?" Mr. Malsom said.
The others looked up, stopped in whatever they were doing or thinking by the suddenness of Mr. Malsom"s voice.
"Hey, Valdez!" R. L. Davis yelled out. "Where do you think you"re going?"
Bob Valdez had circled them and was already below them on the slope, leaving the pines now and entering the scrub brush. He didn"t stop or look back.
"Valdez!"
Mr. Tanner raised one hand to silence R. L. Davis, all the time watching Bob Valdez getting smaller, going straight through the scrub, not just walking or pa.s.sing the time but going right out to the pasture.
"Look at him," Mr. Malsom said. There was some admiration in the voice.
"He"s dumber than he looks," R. L. Davis said. Then jumped a little as Mr. Tanner touched his arm.
"Come on," Mr. Tanner said. "With a rifle." And started down the slope, hurrying and not seeming to care if he might stumble on the loose gravel.
Bob Valdez was now halfway across the pasture, the shotgun pointed down at his side, his eyes not leaving the door of the line shack. The door was probably already open enough for a rifle barrel to poke through. He guessed the army deserter was covering him, letting him get as close as he wanted; the closer he came, the easier to hit him.
Now he could see all the bullet marks in the door and the clean inner wood where the door was splintered. Two people in that little bake-oven of a place. He saw the door move.
He saw the rag doll on the ground. It was a strange thing, the woman having a doll. Valdez hardly glanced at it but was aware of the b.u.t.ton eyes looking up and the discomforted twist of the red wool mouth. Then, just past the doll, when he was wondering if he would go right up to the door and knock on it and wouldn"t that be a crazy thing, like visiting somebody, the door opened and the Negro was in the doorway, filling it, standing there in pants and boots but without a shirt in that hot place and holding a long-barreled Walker that was already c.o.c.ked.
They stood ten feet apart looking at each other, close enough so that no one could fire from the slope.
"I can kill you first," the Negro said, "if you raise that."
With his free hand, the left one, Bob Valdez motioned back over his shoulder. "There"s a man there said you killed somebody a year ago."
499 499 "What man?"
"Said his name is Tanner."
The Negro shook his head, once each way.
"Said your name is Johnson."
"You know my name."
"I"m telling you what he said."
"Where"d I kill this man?"
"Huachuca."
The Negro hesitated. "That was some time ago I was in the Tenth. More than a year."
"You a deserter?"
"I served it out."
"Then you got something that says so."
"In the wagon, there"s a bag there my things are in."
"Will you talk to this man Tanner?"
"If I can hold from hitting him one."
"Listen, why did you run this morning?"
"They come chasing. I don"t know what they want." He lowered the gun a little, his brown-stained-looking tired eyes staring intently at Bob Valdez. "What would you do? They came on the run. Next thing I know they a-firing at us. So I pop in this place."
"Will you come with me and talk to him?"
The Negro hesitated again. Then shook his head. "I don"t know him."
"Then he won"t know you, uh?"
"He didn"t know me this morning."
"All right," Bob Valdez said. "I"ll get your paper says you were discharged. Then we"ll show it to this man, uh?"
The Negro thought it over before he nodded, very slowly, as if still thinking. "All right. Bring him here, I"ll say a few words to him."
Bob Valdez smiled a little. "You can point that gun some other way."
"Well . . ." the Negro said, "if everybody"s friends." He lowered the Walker to his side.
The wagon was in the willow trees by the creek. Off to the right. But Bob Valdez did not turn right away in that direction. He backed away, watching Orlando Rincon for no reason that he knew of. Maybe because the man was holding a gun and that was reason enough.
He had backed off six or seven feet when Orlando Rincon shoved the Walker down into his belt. Bob Valdez turned and started for the trees.
This was when he looked across the pasture. He saw Mr. Tanner and R. L. Davis at the edge of the scrub trees but wasn"t sure it was them. Something tried to tell him it was them, but he did not accept it until he was off to the right, out of the line of fire, and by then the time to yell at them or run toward them was past, for R. L. Davis had the Winchester up and was firing.
They say R. L. Davis was drunk or he would have pinned him square. As it was the bullet shaved Rincon and plowed past him into the hut.
Bob Valdez saw him half turn, either to go inside or look inside, and as he came around again saw the man"s eyes on him and his hand pulling the Walker from his belt.
"They weren"t supposed to," Bob Valdez said, holding one hand out as if to stop Rincon. "Listen, they weren"t supposed to do that!"
The Walker was out of Rincon"s belt and he was c.o.c.king it. "Don"t!" Bob Valdez yelled. "Don"t!" Looking right in the man"s eyes and seeing it was no use and suddenly hurrying, jerking the shotgun up and pulling both triggers so that the explosions came out in one big blast and Orlando Rincon was spun and thrown back inside.
They came out across the pasture to have a look at the carca.s.s, some going inside where they found the woman also dead, killed by a rifle bullet. They noticed she would have had a child in a few months. Those by the doorway made room as Mr. Tanner and R. L. Davis approached.
Diego Luz came over by Bob Valdez, who had not moved. Valdez stood watching them and he saw Mr. Tanner look down at Rincon and after a moment shake his head.
"It looked like him," Mr. Tanner said. "It sure looked like him."
He saw R. L. Davis squint at Mr. Tanner. "It ain"t the one you said?"
Mr. Tanner shook his head again. "I"ve seen him before, though. Know I"ve seen him somewheres."
Valdez saw R. L. Davis shrug. "You ask me, they all look alike." He was yawning then, fooling with his hat, and then his eyes swiveled over at Bob Valdez standing with the empty shotgun.
"Constable," R. L. Davis said, "you went and killed the wrong c.o.o.n."
501 501 Bob Valdez started for him, raising the shotgun to swing it like a club, but Diego Luz drew his revolver and came down with it and Valdez dropped to the ground.
Some three years later there was a piece in the paper about a Robert Eladio Valdez who had been hanged for murder in Tularosa, New Mexico. He had shot a man coming out of the Regent Hotel, called him an unprintable name, and shot him four times. This Valdez had previously killed a man in Contention and two in Sands during a bank holdup, had been caught once, escaped from the jail in Mesilla before trial, and identified another time during a holdup near Lordsburg.
"If it is the same Bob Valdez used to live here," Mr. Beaudry said, "it"s good we got rid of him."
"Well, it could be," Mr. Malsom said. "But I guess there are Bob Valdezes all over."
"You wonder what gets into them," Mr. Beaudry said.
29.
The Tonto Woman
Roundup, Garden City, Doubleday, 1982 ( Garden City, Doubleday, 1982 (Western Writers of America Anthology) A TIME WOULD COME, within a few years, when Ruben Vega would go to the church in Benson, kneel in the confessional, and say to the priest, "Bless me, Father, for I have sinned. It has been thirty-seven years since my last confession. . . . Since then I have fornicated with many women, maybe eight hundred. No, not that many, considering my work. Maybe six hundred only." And the priest would say, "Do you mean bad women or good women?" And Ruben Vega would say, "They are all good, Father." He would tell the priest he had stolen, in that time, about twenty thousand head of cattle but only maybe fifteen horses. The priest would ask him if he had committed murder. Ruben Vega would say no. "All that stealing you"ve done," the priest would say, "you"ve never killed anyone?" And Ruben Vega would say, "Yes, of course, but it was not to commit murder. You understand the distinction? Not to kill kill someone to take a life, but only to save my own." someone to take a life, but only to save my own."
Even in this time to come, concerned with dying in a state of sin, he would be confident. Ruben Vega knew himself, when he was right, when he was wrong.
NOW, IN A TIME before, with no thought of dying, but with the same confidence and caution that kept him alive, he watched a woman bathe. Watched from a mesquite thicket on the high bank of a wash.
She bathed at the pump that stood in the yard of the adobe, the woman pumping and then stooping to scoop the water from the basin of the irrigation ditch that led off to a vegetable patch of corn and beans. Her dark hair was pinned up in a swirl, piled on top of her head. She was bare to her gray skirt, her upper body pale white, glistening wet in the late afternoon sunlight. Her arms were very thin, her b.r.e.a.s.t.s small, but there they were with the rosy blossoms on the tips and Ruben Vega watched them as she bathed, as she raised one arm and her hand rubbed soap under the arm and down over her ribs. Ruben Vega could almost feel those ribs, she was so thin. He felt sorry for her, for all the women like her, stick women drying up in the desert, waiting for a husband to ride in smelling of horse and sweat and leather, lice living in his hair.
There was a stock tank and rickety windmill off in the pasture, but it was empty graze, all dust and scrub. So the man of the house had moved his cows to gra.s.s somewhere and would be coming home soon, maybe with his sons. The woman appeared old enough to have young sons. Maybe there was a little girl in the house. The chimney appeared cold. Animals stood in a mesquite-pole corral off to one side of the house, a cow and a calf and a dun-colored horse, that was all. There were a few chickens. No buckboard or wagon. No clothes drying on the line. A lone woman here at day"s end.
From fifty yards he watched her. She stood looking this way now, into the red sun, her face raised. There was something strange about her face. Like shadow marks on it, though there was nothing near enough to her to cast shadows.
He waited until she finished bathing and returned to the house before he mounted his bay and came down the wash to the pasture.
Now as he crossed the yard, walking his horse, she would watch him from the darkness of the house and make a judgment about him. When she appeared again it might be with a rifle, depending on how she saw him.
Ruben Vega said to himself, Look, I"m a kind person. I"m not going to hurt n.o.body.
She would see a bearded man in a cracked straw hat with the brim bent to his eyes. Black beard, with a revolver on his hip and another beneath the leather vest. But look at my eyes, Ruben Vega thought. Let me get close enough so you can see my eyes.
Stepping down from the bay he ignored the house, let the horse drink from the basin of the irrigation ditch as he pumped water and knelt to the wooden platform and put his mouth to the rusted pump spout. Yes, she was watching him. Looking up now at the doorway he could see part of her: a coa.r.s.e shirt with sleeves too long and the gray skirt. He could see strands of dark hair against the whiteness of the shirt, but could not see her face.
As he rose, straightening, wiping his mouth, he said, "May we use some of your water, please?"
The woman didn"t answer him.
He moved away from the pump to the hardpack, hearing the ching of his spurs, removed his hat and gave her a little bow. "Ruben Vega, at your service. Do you know Diego Luz, the horsebreaker?" He pointed off toward a haze of foothills. "He lives up there with his family and delivers horses to the big ranch, the Circle-Eye. Ask Diego Luz, he"ll tell you I"m a person of trust." He waited a moment. "May I ask how you"re called?" Again he waited.
"You watched me," the woman said.
Ruben Vega stood with his hat in his hand facing the woman, who was half in shadow in the doorway. He said, "I waited. I didn"t want to frighten you."
"You watched me," she said again.
"No, I respect your privacy."
She said, "The others look. They come and watch."
He wasn"t sure who she meant. Maybe anyone pa.s.sing by. He said, "You see them watching?"
She said, "What difference does it make?" She said then, "You come from Mexico, don"t you?"
"Yes, I was there. I"m here and there, working as a drover." Ruben Vega shrugged. "What else is there to do, uh?" Showing her he was resigned to his station in life.
"You"d better leave," she said.
When he didn"t move, the woman came out of the doorway into light and he saw her face clearly for the first time. He felt a shock within him and tried to think of something to say, but could only stare at the blue lines tattooed on her face: three straight lines on each cheek that extended from her cheekbones to her jaw, markings that seemed familiar, though he could not in this moment identify them.