c.h.i.n.k sat down on a stump and began making a cigarette.
A few steps from Doretta Mims, Brennan leaned against the hut and began eating. He could see her profile as she turned her head to look out through the trees and across the open slope.
Maybe she is is a little plain, he thought. Her nose doesn"t have the kind of a clean-cut shape that stays in your mind. And her hair-if she didn"t have it pulled back so tight she"d look a little younger, and happier. She could do something with her hair. She could do something with her clothes, too, to let you know she"s a woman. a little plain, he thought. Her nose doesn"t have the kind of a clean-cut shape that stays in your mind. And her hair-if she didn"t have it pulled back so tight she"d look a little younger, and happier. She could do something with her hair. She could do something with her clothes, too, to let you know she"s a woman.
He felt sorry for her, seeing her biting her lower lip, still staring off through the trees. And for a reason he did not understand, though he knew it had nothing to do with sympathy, he felt very close to her, as if he had known her for a long time, as if he could look into her eyes-not just now, but any-time-and know what she was thinking. He realized that it was sympathy, in a sense, but not the feeling-sorry kind. He could picture her as a little girl, and self-consciously growing up, and he could imagine vaguely what her father was like. And now-a sensitive girl, afraid of saying the wrong thing; afraid of speaking out of turn even if it meant wondering about instead of knowing what had happened to her husband. Afraid of sounding silly, while men like her husband talked and talked and said nothing. But even having to listen to him, she would not speak against him, because he was her husband.
That"s the kind of woman to have, Brennan thought. One that"ll stick by you, no matter what. And, he thought, still looking at her, one that"s got some insides to her. Not just all on the surface. Probably you would have to lose a woman like that to really appreciate her.
"Mrs. Mims."
She looked at him, her eyes still bearing the anxiety of watching through the trees.
"He"ll come, Mrs. Mims. Pretty soon now."
Frank Usher returned and motioned them into the hut again. He talked to c.h.i.n.k for a few minutes and now the gunman walked off through the trees.
Looking out from the doorway of the hut, Brennan said over his shoulder, "One of them"s going out now to watch for your husband." He glanced The Captives 123 123 around at Doretta Mims and she answered him with a hesitant smile.
Frank Usher was standing by the lean-to when c.h.i.n.k came back through the trees some time later. He walked out to meet him.
"They coming?"
c.h.i.n.k nodded. "Starting across the slope."
Minutes later two horses came into view crossing the grade. As they came through the trees, Frank Usher called, "Tie up in the shade there!" He and c.h.i.n.k watched the two men dismount, then come across the clearing toward them.
"It"s all set!" Willard Mims called.
Frank Usher waited until they reached him. "What"d he say?"
"He said he"d bring the money."
"That right, Billy-Jack?"
Billy-Jack nodded. "That"s what he said." He was carrying Rintoon"s sawed-off shotgun.
"You didn"t suspect any funny business?"
Billy-Jack shook his head.
Usher fingered his beard gently, holding Mims with his gaze. "He can scare up that much money?"
"He said he could, though it will take most of today to do it."
"That means he"ll come out tomorrow," Usher said.
Willard Mims nodded. "That"s right."
Usher"s eyes went to Billy-Jack. "You gave him directions?"
"Like you said, right to the mouth of that barranca, chock full of willow. Then one of us brings him in from there."
"You"re sure he can find it?"
"I made him say it twice," Billy-Jack said. "Every turn."
Usher looked at Willard Mims again. "How"d he take it?"
"How do you think he took it?"
Usher was silent, staring at Mims. Then he began to stroke his beard again. "I"m asking you," he said.
Mims shrugged. "Of course, he was mad, but there wasn"t anything he could do about it. He"s a reasonable man."
Billy-Jack was grinning. "Frank, this time tomorrow we"re sitting on top of the world."
Willard Mims nodded. "I think you made yourself a pretty good deal."
Frank Usher"s eyes had not left Mims. "You want to stay here or go on back?"
"What?"
"You heard what I said."
"You mean you"d let me go ...now?"
The Captives 125 125 "We don"t need you anymore."
Willard Mims"s eyes flicked to the hut, then back to Frank Usher. He said, almost too eagerly, "I could go back now and lead old man Gateway out here in the morning."
"Sure you could," Usher said.
"Listen, I"d rather stay with my wife, but if it means getting the old man out here faster, then I think I better go back."
Usher nodded. "I know what you mean."
"You played square with me. By G.o.d, I"ll play square with you."
Mims started to turn away.
Usher said, "Don"t you want to see your wife first?"
Mims hesitated. "Well, the quicker I start traveling, the better. She"ll understand."
"We"ll see you tomorrow then, huh?"
Mims smiled. "About the same time." He hesitated. "All right to get going now?"
"Sure."
Mims backed away a few steps, still smiling, then turned and started to walk toward the trees. He looked back once and waved.
Frank Usher watched him, his eyes half closed in the sunlight. When Mims was almost to the trees, Usher said, quietly, "c.h.i.n.k, bust him."
c.h.i.n.k fired, the .44 held halfway between waist and shoulders, the long barrel raising slightly as he fired again and again until Mims went down, lying still as the heavy reports faded into dead silence.
Chapter Five.
Frank Usher waited as Billy-Jack stooped next to Mims. He saw Billy-Jack look up, nodding his head.
"Get rid of him," Usher said, watching now as Billy-Jack dragged Mims"s body through the trees to the slope and there let go of it. The lifeless body slid down the grade, raising dust, until it disappeared into the brush far below.
Frank Usher turned and walked back to the hut.
Brennan stepped aside as he reached the low doorway. Usher saw the woman on the floor, her face buried in the crook of her arm resting on one of the saddles, her shoulders moving convulsively as she sobbed.
"What"s the matter with her?" he asked.
Brennan said nothing.
"I thought we were doing her a favor," Usher said. He walked over to her, his hand covering the b.u.t.t of his revolver, and touched her arm with his The Captives 127 127 booted toe. "Woman, don"t you realize what you just got out of?"
"She didn"t know he did it," Brennan said quietly.
Usher looked at him, momentarily surprised. "No, I don"t guess she would, come to think of it." He looked down at Doretta Mims and nudged her again with his boot. "Didn"t you know that boy was selling you? This whole idea was his, to save his own skin." Usher paused. "He was ready to leave you again just now... when I got awful sick of him way down deep inside."
Doretta Mims was not sobbing now, but still she did not raise her head.
Usher stared down at her. "That was some boy you were married to, would do a thing like that."
Looking from the woman to Frank Usher, Brennan said, almost angrily, "What he did was wrong, but going along with it and then shooting him was all right?"
Usher glanced sharply at Brennan. "If you can"t see a difference, I"m not going to explain it to you." He turned and walked out.
Brennan stood looking down at the woman for a few moments, then went over to the door and sat down on the floor just inside it. After a while he could hear Doretta Mims crying again. And for a long time he sat listening to her m.u.f.fled sobs as he looked out at the sunlit clearing, now and again seeing one of the three outlaws.
He judged it to be about noon when Frank Usher and Billy-Jack rode out, walking their horses across the clearing, then into the trees, with c.h.i.n.k standing looking after them.
They"re getting restless, Brennan thought. If they"re going to stay here until tomorrow, they"ve got to be sure n.o.body"s followed their sign. But it would take the best San Carlos tracker to pick up what little sign we made from Sasabe.
He saw c.h.i.n.k walking leisurely back to the lean-to. c.h.i.n.k looked toward the hut and stopped. He stood hip-c.o.c.ked, with his thumbs in his crossed gun belts.
"How many did that make?" Brennan asked.
"What?" c.h.i.n.k straightened slightly.
Brennan nodded to where Mims had been shot. "This morning."
"That was the seventh," c.h.i.n.k said.
"Were they all like that?" he asked.
"How do you mean?"
"In the back."
"I"ll tell you this: Yours will be from the front."
"When?"
"Tomorrow before we leave. You can count on it."
"If your boss gives you the word."
"Don"t worry about that," c.h.i.n.k said. Then, The Captives 129 129 "You could make a run for it right now. It wouldn"t be like just standing up gettin" it."
"I"ll wait till tomorrow," Brennan said.
c.h.i.n.k shrugged and walked away.
After a few minutes Brennan realized that the hut was quiet. He turned to look at Doretta Mims. She was sitting up, staring at the opposite wall with a dazed expression.
Brennan moved to her side and sat down again. "Mrs. Mims, I"m sorry-"
"Why didn"t you tell me it was his plan?"
"It wouldn"t have helped anything."
She looked at Brennan now pleadingly. "He could have been doing it for all of us."
Brennan nodded. "Sure he could."
"But you don"t believe that, do you?"
Brennan looked at her closely, at her eyes puffed from crying. "Mrs. Mims, you know your husband better than I did."
Her eyes lowered and she said quietly, "I feel very foolish sitting here. Terrible things have happened in these two days, yet all I can think of is myself. All I can do is look at myself and feel very foolish." Her eyes raised to his. "Do you know why, Mr. Brennan? Because I know now that my husband never cared for me; because I know that he married me for his own interest." She paused. "I saw an innocent man killed yesterday and I can"t even find the decency within me to pray for him."
"Mrs. Mims, try and rest now."
She shook her head wearily. "I don"t care what happens to me."