"Why, nothin". What made you think so?"

"You said somebody identified you in Clovis."

"Well, it was probably somebody used to know us."

Now that he had asked him, Boland was embarra.s.sed. But, strangely, there was no disappointment and at that moment it surprised him. He grinned at Virginia. "I guess you don"t get anything for nothing."

She smiled back at him and didn"t look so tired. "You should know that by now."

For a few minutes there was silence. They could hear Red"s breathing, but it was soft and even. Suddenly, Boland said, "Ginny, you know I haven"t been home more"n an hour!"

Virginia nodded. "And it seemed like the whole, long night." Her eyes smiled at him and she said, softly, "When you"re telling our grandchildren about it, maybe you can stretch it a little bit."

5.

The Captives

Chapter One.

He could hear the stagecoach, the faraway creaking and the m.u.f.fled rumble of it, and he was thinking: It"s almost an hour early. Why should it be if it left Contention on schedule?

His name was Pat Brennan. He was lean and almost tall, with a deeply tanned, pleasant face beneath the straight hat brim low over his eyes, and he stood next to his saddle, which was on the ground, with the easy, hip-shot slouch of a rider. A Henry rifle was in his right hand and he was squinting into the sun glare, looking up the grade to the rutted road that came curving down through the spidery Joshua trees.

He lowered the Henry rifle, stock down, and let it fall across the saddle, and kept his hand away from the Colt holstered on his right leg. A man could get shot standing next to a stage road out in the middle of nowhere with a rifle in his hand.

Then, seeing the coach suddenly against the sky, billowing dust hanging over it, he felt relief and smiled to himself and raised his arm to wave as the coach pa.s.sed through the Joshuas.

As the pounding wood, iron, and three-team racket of it came swaying toward him, he raised both arms and felt a sudden helplessness as he saw that the driver was making no effort to stop the teams. Brennan stepped back quickly, and the coach rushed past him, the driver, alone on the boot, bending forward and down to look at him.

Brennan cupped his hands and called, "Rintoooon!" "Rintoooon!"

The driver leaned back with the reins high and through his fingers, his boot pushing against the brake lever, and his body half turned to look back over the top of the Concord. Brennan swung the saddle up over his shoulder and started after the coach as it ground to a stop.

He saw the company name, hatch & hodges, and just below it, Number 42 Number 42 stenciled on the varnished door; then from a side window, he saw a man staring at him irritably as he approached. Behind the man he caught a glimpse of a woman with soft features and a small, plumed hat and eyes that looked away quickly as Brennan"s gaze pa.s.sed them going up to Ed Rintoon, the driver. stenciled on the varnished door; then from a side window, he saw a man staring at him irritably as he approached. Behind the man he caught a glimpse of a woman with soft features and a small, plumed hat and eyes that looked away quickly as Brennan"s gaze pa.s.sed them going up to Ed Rintoon, the driver.

"Ed, for a minute I didn"t think you were going to stop."

Rintoon, a leathery, beard-stubbled man in his mid-forties, stood with one knee on the seat and looked down at Brennan with only faint surprise.

"I took you for being up to no good, standing there waving your arms."

"I"m only looking for a lift a ways."

"What happened to you?"

Brennan grinned and his thumb pointed back vaguely over his shoulder. "I was visiting Tenvoorde to see about buying some yearling stock and I lost my horse to him on a bet."

"Driver!"

Brennan turned. The man who had been at the window was now leaning halfway out of the door and looking up at Rintoon.

"I"m not paying you to pa.s.s the time of day with"-he glanced at Brennan-"with everybody we meet."

Rintoon leaned over to look down at him. "Willard, you ain"t even part right, since you ain"t the man that pays me."

"I chartered this coach, and you along with it!" He was a young man, hatless, his long hair mussed from the wind. Strands of it hung over his ears, and his face was flushed as he glared at Rintoon. "When I pay for a coach I expect the service that goes with it."

Rintoon said, "Willard, you calm down now."

"Mr. Mims!"

Rintoon smiled faintly, glancing at Brennan. "Pat, I"d like you to meet Mr. Mims." He paused, adding, "He"s a bookkeeper."

Brennan touched the brim of his hat toward the coach, seeing the woman again. She looked to be in her late twenties and her eyes now were wide and frightened and not looking at him.

His glance went to Willard Mims. Mims came out of the doorway and stood pointing a finger up at Rintoon.

"Brother, you"re through! I swear to G.o.d this is your last run on any line in the Territory!"

Rintoon eased himself down until he was half sitting on the seat. "You wouldn"t kid me."

"You"ll see if I"m kidding!"

Rintoon shook his head. "After ten years of faithful service the boss will be sorry to see me go."

Willard Mims stared at him in silence. Then he said, his voice calmer, "You won"t be so sure of yourself after we get to Bisbee."

Ignoring him, Rintoon turned to Brennan. "Swing that saddle up here."

"You hear what I said?" Willard Mims flared.

Reaching down for the saddle horn as Brennan lifted it, Rintoon answered, "You said I"d be sorry when we got to Bisbee."

"You remember that!"

"I sure will. Now you get back inside, Willard." He glanced at Brennan. "You get in there, too, Pat."

Willard Mims stiffened. "I"ll remind you again- this is not not the pa.s.senger coach." the pa.s.senger coach."

Brennan was momentarily angry, but he saw the way Rintoon was taking this and he said calmly, "You want me to walk? It"s only fifteen miles to Sasabe."

"I didn"t say that," Mims answered, moving to the coach door. "If you want to come, get up on the boot." He turned to look at Brennan as he pulled himself up on the foot rung. "If we"d wanted company we"d have taken the scheduled run. That clear enough for you?"

Glancing at Rintoon, Brennan swung the Henry rifle up to him and said, "Yes, sir," not looking at Mims; and he winked at Rintoon as he climbed the wheel to the driver"s seat.

A moment later they were moving, slowly at first, b.u.mping and swaying; then the road seemed to become smoother as the teams pulled faster.

Brennan leaned toward Rintoon and said, in the noise, close to the driver"s grizzled face, "I wondered why the regular stage would be almost an hour early, Ed, I"m obliged to you."

Rintoon glanced at him. "Thank Mr. Mims."

"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.

"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 The Captives 101 101 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. 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.

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