"Who is he, anyway?"
"Old man Gateway"s son-in-law. Married the boss"s daughter. Married into the biggest copper claim in the country."
"The girl with him his wife?"
"Doretta," Rintoon answered. "That"s Gateway"s daughter. She was scheduled to be an old maid till Willard come along and saved her from spinsterhood. She"s plain as a "dobe wall."
Brennan said, "But not too plain for Willard, eh?"
Rintoon gave him a side glance. "Patrick, there ain"t nothing plain about old man Gateway"s holdings. That"s the thing. Four years ago he bought a half interest in the Montezuma Copper Mine for two hundred and fifty thousand dollars, and he"s got it back triple since then. Can you imagine anyone having that much money?"
Brennan shook his head. "Where"d he get it, to start?"
"They say he come from money and made more by using the brains G.o.d gave him, investing it."
Brennan shook his head again. "That"s too much money, Ed. Too much to have to worry about."
"Not for Willard, it ain"t," Rintoon said. "He started out as a bookkeeper with the company. Now he"s general manager-since the wedding. The old man picked Willard because he was the only one around he thought had any polish, and he knew if he waited much longer he"d have an old maid on his hands. And, Pat"-Rintoon leaned closer-"Willard don"t talk to the old man like he does to other people."
"She didn"t look so bad to me," Brennan said.
327 327 "You been down on Sasabe Creek too long," Rintoon glanced at him again. "What were you saying about losing your horse to Tenvoorde?"
"Oh, I went to see him about buying some yearlings-"
"On credit," Rintoon said.
Brennan nodded. "Though I was going to pay him some of it cash. I told him to name a fair interest rate and he"d have it in two years. But he said no. Cash on the line. No cash, no yearlings. I needed three hundred to make the deal, but I only had fifty. Then when I was going he said, "Patrick"-you know how he talks-"I"ll give you a chance to get your yearlings free," and all the time he"s eyeing this claybank mare I had along. He said, "You bet your mare and your fifty dollars cash, I"ll put up what yearlings you need, and we"ll race your mare against one of my string for the winner." "
Ed Rintoon said, "And you lost."
"By a country mile."
"Pat, that don"t sound like you. Why didn"t you take what your fifty would buy and get on home?"
"Because I needed these yearlings plus a good seed bull. I could"ve bought the bull, but I wouldn"t have had the yearlings to build on. That"s what I told Mr. Tenvoorde. I said, "This deal"s as good as the stock you"re selling me. If you"re taking that kind of money for a seed bull and yearlings, then you know they can produce. You"re sure of getting your money." "
"You got stock down on your Sasabe place," Rintoon said.
"Not like you think. They wintered poorly and I got a lot of building to do."
"Who"s tending your herd now?"
"I still got those two Mexican boys."
"You should"ve known better than to go to Tenvoorde."
"I didn"t have a chance. He"s the only man close enough with the stock I want."
"But a bet like that-how could you fall into it? You know he"d have a pony to outstrip yours."
"Well, that was the chance I had to take."
They rode along in silence for a few minutes before Brennan asked, "Where they coming from?"
Rintoon grinned at him. "Their honeymoon. Willard made the agent put on a special run just for the two of them. Made a big fuss while Doretta tried to hide her head."
"Then"-Brennan grinned-"I"m obliged to Mr. Mims, else I"d still be waiting back there with my saddle and my Henry."
Later on, topping a rise that was thick with jack pine, they were suddenly in view of the Sasabe station and the creek beyond it, as they came out of the trees and started down the mesquite-dotted sweep of the hillside.
Rintoon checked his timepiece. The regular run was due here at five o"clock. He was surprised to see that it was only ten minutes after four. He remembered then, his mind picturing Willard Mims as he chartered the special coach.
Brennan said, "I"m getting off here at Sasabe."
"How"ll you get over to your place?"
"Hank"ll lend me a horse."
As they drew nearer, Rintoon was squinting, studying the three adobe houses and the corral in back. "I don"t see anybody," he said. "Hank"s usually out in the yard. Him or his boy."
Brennan said, "They don"t expect you for an hour. That"s it."
"Man, we make enough noise for somebody to come out."
Rintoon swung the teams toward the adobes, slowing them as Brennan pushed his boot against the brake lever, and they came to a stop exactly even with the front of the main adobe.
"Hank!"
Rintoon looked from the door of the adobe out over the yard. He called the name again, but there was no answer. He frowned. "The d.a.m.n place sounds deserted," he said.
Brennan saw the driver"s eyes drop to the sawed-off shotgun and Brennan"s Henry on the floor of the boot, and then he was looking over the yard again.
"Where in h.e.l.l would Hank"ve gone to?"
A sound came from the adobe. A boot sc.r.a.ping-that or something like it-and the next moment a man was standing in the open doorway.
329 329 He was bearded, a dark beard faintly streaked with gray and in need of a trim. He was watching them calmly, almost indifferently, and leveling a Colt at them at the same time.
He moved out into the yard and now another man, armed with a shotgun, came out of the adobe. The bearded one held his gun on the door of the coach. The shotgun was leveled at Brennan and Rintoon.
"You-all drop your guns and come on down." He wore range clothes, soiled and sun bleached, and he held the shotgun calmly as if doing this was not something new. He was younger than the bearded one by at least ten years.
Brennan raised his revolver from its holster and the one with the shotgun said, "Gently, now," and grinned as Brennan dropped it over the wheel.
Rintoon, not wearing a handgun, had not moved.
"If you got something down in that boot," the one with the shotgun said to him, "haul it out."
Rintoon muttered something under his breath. He reached down and took hold of Brennan"s Henry rifle lying next to the sawed-off shotgun, his finger slipping through the trigger guard. He came up with it hesitantly, and Brennan whispered, barely moving his lips, "Don"t be crazy."
Standing up, turning, Rintoon hesitated again, then let the rifle fall. "That all you got?"
Rintoon nodded. "That"s all."
"Then come on down."
Rintoon turned his back. He bent over to climb down, his foot reaching for the wheel below, and his hand closed on the sawed-off shotgun. Brennan whispered, "Don"t do it!"
Rintoon mumbled something that came out as a growl. Brennan leaned toward him as if to give him a hand down. "You got two shots. What if there"re more than two of them?"
Rintoon grunted, "Look out, Pat!" His hand gripped the shotgun firmly.
Then he was turning, jumping from the wheel, the stubby scatter-gun flashing head-high-and at the same moment a single revolver shot blasted the stillness. Brennan saw Rintoon crumple to the ground, the shotgun falling next to him, and he was suddenly aware of powder smoke and a man framed in the window of the adobe.
The one with the shotgun said, "Well, that just saves some time," and he glanced around as the third man came out of the adobe. "c.h.i.n.k, I swear you hit him in midair."
"I was waiting for that old man to pull something," said the one called c.h.i.n.k. He wore two low-slung, crossed cartridge belts and his second Colt was still in its holster.
Brennan jumped down and rolled Rintoon over gently, holding his head off the ground. He looked at the motionless form and then at c.h.i.n.k. "He"s dead."
c.h.i.n.k stood with his legs apart and looked down at Brennan indifferently. "Sure he is."
"You didn"t have to kill him."
c.h.i.n.k shrugged. "I would"ve, sooner or later."
"Why?"
"That"s the way it is."
The man with the beard had not moved. He said now, quietly, "c.h.i.n.k, you shut your mouth." Then he glanced at the man with the shotgun and said, in the same tone, "Billy-Jack, get them out of there," and nodded toward the coach.
Chapter Two.
KNEELING NEXT to Rintoon, Brennan studied them. He watched Billy-Jack open the coach door, saw his mouth soften to a grin as Doretta Mims came out first. Her eyes went to Rintoon, but shifted away quickly. Willard Mims hesitated, then stepped down, stumbling in his haste as Billy-Jack pointed the shotgun at him. He stood next to his wife and stared unblinkingly at Rintoon"s body.
That one, Brennan was thinking, looking at the man with the beard-that"s the one to watch. He"s calling it, and he doesn"t look as though he gets excited. . . . And the one called c.h.i.n.k. . . .
331 331 Brennan"s eyes went to him. He was standing hip-c.o.c.ked, his hat on the back of his head and the drawstring from it pulled tight beneath his lower lip, his free hand fingering the string idly, the other hand holding the long-barreled .44 Colt, pointed down but c.o.c.ked.
He wants somebody to try something, Brennan thought. He"s itching for it. He wears two guns and he thinks he"s good. Well, maybe he is. But he"s young, the youngest of the three, and he"s anxious. His gaze stayed on c.h.i.n.k and it went through his mind: Don"t even reach for a cigarette when he"s around.
The one with the beard said, "Billy-Jack, get up on top of the coach."
Brennan"s eyes raised, watching the man step from the wheel hub to the boot and then kneel on the driver"s seat. He"s number-three man, Brennan thought. He keeps looking at the woman. But don"t bet him short. He carries a big-gauge gun.
"Frank, there ain"t nothing up here but an old saddle."
The one with the beard-Frank Usher-raised his eyes. "Look under it."
"Ain"t nothing there either."
Usher"s eyes went to Willard Mims, then swung slowly to Brennan. "Where"s the mail?"
"I wouldn"t know," Brennan said.
Frank Usher looked at Willard Mims again. "You tell me."
"This isn"t the stage," Willard Mims said hesitantly. His face relaxed then, almost to the point of smiling. "You made a mistake. The regular stage isn"t due for almost an hour." He went on, excitement rising in his voice, "That"s what you want, the stage that"s due here at five. This is one I chartered." He smiled now. "See, me and my wife are just coming back from a honeymoon and, you know-"
Frank Usher looked at Brennan. "Is that right?"
"Of course it is!" Mims"s voice rose. "Go in and check the schedule."
"I"m asking this man."
Brennan shrugged. "I wouldn"t know."
"He don"t know anything," c.h.i.n.k said.
Billy-Jack came down off the coach and Usher said to him, "Go in and look for a schedule." He nodded toward Doretta Mims. "Take that woman with you. Have her put some coffee on, and something to eat."
Brennan said, "What did you do with Hank?"
Frank Usher"s dull eyes moved to Brennan. "Who"s he?"
"The station man here."
c.h.i.n.k grinned and waved his revolver, pointing it off beyond the main adobe. "He"s over yonder in the well." Usher said, "Does that answer it?" "What about his boy?" "He"s with him," Usher said. "Anything else?" Brennan shook his head slowly. "That"s enough." He knew they were both dead and suddenly he was very much afraid of this dull-eyed, soft-voiced man with the beard; it took an effort to keep himself calm. He watched Billy-Jack take Doretta by the arm. She looked imploringly at her husband, holding back, but he made no move to help her. Billy-Jack jerked her arm roughly and she went with him.
Willard Mims said, "He"ll find the schedule. Like I said, it"s due at five o"clock. I can see how you made the mistake"-Willard was smiling-"thinking we were the regular stage. h.e.l.l, we were just going home . . . down to Bisbee. You"ll see, five o"clock sharp that regular pa.s.senger-mail run"ll pull in."
"He"s a talker," c.h.i.n.k said. Billy-Jack appeared in the doorway of the adobe. "Frank, five o"clock, sure as h.e.l.l!" He waved a sheet of yellow paper.
"See!" Willard Mims was grinning excitedly. "Listen, you let us go and we"ll be on our way"-his voice rose-"and I swear to G.o.d we"ll never breathe we saw a thing."
c.h.i.n.k shook his head. "He"s somethin"."
"Listen, I swear to G.o.d we won"t tell anything anything!"
"I know you won"t," Frank Usher said. He looked at Brennan and nodded toward Mims. "Where"d you find him?"