"Don"t, okay?"
"No, man, I can admire it without feeling the need to do it. Listen, I told Jerry to look for you at the Federal camp. Where you going now?"
"Get my corporal stripes cut off," Dennis said. "Or Colonel Rau won"t let me play war."
"What you do," Robert said, "stay close as you can to Hector and Tonto, you"ll be okay. I told them to get up close to the woods on the north side, straight out there, and I"ll give "em the sign when to duck in."
"I"m not getting into anything over my head." "That"s what I"m saying to you. They"ll see you don"t get in trouble."
Charlie said, "The h.e.l.l are you talking about?" "I have to go," Robert said, and went off to join his Confederates.
Charlie watched him walk off and then turned to Dennis. "What"s going on?"
"If I knew," Dennis said, "I"d tell you."
"Well, I gotta go study my script," Charlie said, and headed for the barn. And now Dennis was on his way to visit the Naughty Child woman. See if she had a pair of scissors. It was strange, he could tell Loretta was younger than he was by a few years, and yet he thought of her as a woman and not a girl. Or as Arlen"s wife.
23.
SHE WASN"T OUTSIDE. She could be in the tent. And Arlen could be in there with her, but he doubted it. Dennis stepped under the awning.
"Loretta?"
"Who is it?" Her voice close.
He said, "Dennis," not sure if that was enough.
The flap opened and there was her face, no makeup, her features clean-scrubbed, shiny. She didn"t give him much of a smile, but her eyes were calm and didn"t leave his face.
"I need to get my stripes cut off."
"For leaving your post last night, huh? And you didn"t even get any pie."
"I wasn"t thinking of pie. But listen, all I need is a pair of scissors." He heard his voice taking on a soft accent to match hers.
"Well, come on in, take your jacket off."
Dennis laid his rifle on the table and stood by the tent flap unb.u.t.toning the sh.e.l.l, got it open and took off his kepi to place it next to the rifle.
"You coming?"
He said, "What"re you doing?" opening the tent and stepping into light that had lost its brightness, filtered through the canvas. She was wearing nothing above her long skirt but a thin, flimsy bra he could see through and holding a washcloth in her hand. Loretta didn"t act surprised or self-conscious; or seductive, for that matter. She made it seem natural for him to see her this way, soaping her arm.
"Going to fight the battle?"
"I could get shot right here," Dennis said.
It didn"t make her smile. She said, "I"ll cut off your stripes," and held the washcloth toward him, "if you"ll wash my back." Still natural making the offer. Dennis took the washcloth. He thought she would turn. When she didn"t he stepped around her and she lowered her head and reached back with both hands to lift her hair out of the way. He wiped the cloth across her back, trying not to touch the bra straps, smelling the soap, moving the cloth lower now and under her raised arm, the tips of his fingers coming to the slight swell of her breast.
"You have a nice touch," Loretta said.
Dennis worked his way over to the hollow beneath her other arm.
"I can see why those girls look at you as a possible. You always this tender?" He thought to say, Well, I"m not washing a car.
And sc.r.a.pped it because he did feel tender moving his hand over her small bones, her white skin-though not as white as Vernice"s, Vernice a lot rounder than Loretta, Loretta skin and bones by comparison, more athletic, that wiry type, sometimes a tiger in bed, though Vernice was active for her size.
"I said, are you always this tender?"
"I touched you," Dennis said, "and the tender feeling came with it. I"m having trouble, though, working around these straps."
"Why don"t you unhook me?"
He did and she pulled the bra off in front of her. By the time he came around to her b.r.e.a.s.t.s, not near the size of Vernice"s but a woman"s b.r.e.a.s.t.s all the same, he could look over her shoulder and see them, Loretta pressing herself against him. They"d be on the cot anytime now and he had to think of what he"d take off. She lifted her skirt, gathering it above her hips, and turned to him bare underneath saying, "Don"t take your clothes off. Let"s do it right now." Dennis said, "Just once?"
And Loretta said, "Oh, honey...."
They made love in the hot tent, Dennis in his wool uniform, pants around his knees, and it was like finding his match in a woman they were so natural with each other, playing, having fun, their eyes holding until first her eyes and then his squeezed closed. This time he did not think of Vernice.
She said, after, "You have a car?"
"Where do you want to go?"
She said, "Anywhere," and said, "I could announce your dives, do that cute patter about getting splashed."
It stopped him. "You saw my show?"
She said, "Honey, I watched you every night you dove."
The bivouac seemed more military than it did when he left: no clothes hanging from stacked rifles, not as much gear lying around, the Yankee reenactors taking down their tents, getting ready for battle. Dennis had slept in the open last night and shared the First Iowa soldier"s breakfast this morning, fried salt pork and biscuits he"d brought from home soaked in the grease. With the coffee it went through Dennis like a fire hose.
The First Iowan said, "You missed the drill. We marched out there and showed our stuff. The colonel said we didn"t look too bad."
Dennis, now a private, said, "I was getting my stripes cut off," and saw her face again close in that hot tent.
The First Iowan said, "General Grant showed up and the colonel wasn"t too pleased to see him. The first sergeant says he was sore anyways "cause of the truck still sitting in the bivouac. No keys and n.o.body"d come to pick it up. The colonel asked General Grant what kind of credentials he had. Who said it was okay for him to be commander in chief of the Union Army? The first sergeant said the general told him, abraham Lincoln, who the f.u.c.k do you think." " Jerry was sitting on the tailgate of the pickup smoking a cigar, Hector and Tonto with him, Hector holding Jerry"s sword. Dennis, approaching them, had already made up his mind he wasn"t going to salute or call him general. He saw them waiting for him, Jerry saying to him as he walked up, "Where you been?"
Dennis said, "Getting my stripes cut off," and again saw Loretta"s face. Then saw her another time, somewhere else, Loretta saying, Feel like getting your stripes cut off? Feel like getting your stripes cut off?
"These guys were about to go find you," Jerry said. "Drag you here if they had to. You understand? You got nothing to say about it."
"He means we need you," Hector said, "as the bait."
"We get "em where we want "em," Jerry said, "you stay close. Try to run, one of us"ll shoot you."
They were talking about setting up Arlen and his guys, but it didn"t make sense. Dennis said, "You don"t have bullets in your guns. n.o.body does."
Hector said, "Robert didn"t tell you, uh? We trade them in, man, for loaded pistols."
"How do we do that?"
"You see it happen."
"You"re gonna shoot those guys," Dennis said, "and then what, take off?"
"Man, Robert didn"t tell you s.h.i.t," Hector said.
"All you got to know," Jerry said, "you run, you"re dead. By any chance you get picked up "cause you"re stupid and the cops offer you a deal to give us up? You"re f.u.c.kin dead. You"re in it. You understand? You told Robert you"re in all the way, right?"
"He means the business part," Hector said.
"Not yet."
Jerry said, "There something wrong with you?" "I"m thinking about it."
"You didn"t jump on it right away you"re not the guy. We don"t need you." He said to Hector and Tonto, "You guys do all the work, you need him?"
"If Robert say he wants him," Hector said, and Tonto agreed, nodding.
"That"s why I don"t ask your f.u.c.kin advice," Jerry said, and looked at Dennis again. "You got till after we do this. But you f.u.c.k with me you know what happens."
"You"re dead," Hector said.
"What kind of thing would I do," Dennis said to Jerry, "you"d think of as f.u.c.kin with you?" "I just told you."
"Outside of if I run or cop to a deal." "You"re f.u.c.kin with me right now." It was in his voice, the irritation.
"He means don"t p.i.s.s him off," Hector said, "that"s all," and said to him, "Let me ask you something. You know how to fire a Colt pistol?"
"I know you have to c.o.c.k it first," Dennis said, "each time you fire. Thumb the hammer back. Or you can squeeze the trigger and fan the hammer, the way Alan Ladd did in Shane Shane, he"s showing the kid how he shoots."
"That was a good part," Hector said, "before he faced Wilson, the hired gun."
"And blew him away," Dennis said.
"See?" Hector said to Jerry. "I told you Dennis would know how." Jerry was shaking his head. "You guys kill me. You"re f.u.c.kin morons, you know it?"
They stood in ranks while John Rau took them one by one through the safety drill. Each man"s rifle, with only a cap in the breech, would be aimed at the ground and fired at a leaf. The rush of air moving the leaf meant the barrel was clear.
Dennis waited his turn, the clean smell of Loretta"s soap on him. He had said to her, "If you saw me dive, why didn"t you know who I was?" Last night, when she was guessing what he did for a living. She said because she was never close enough to the tank when he came out, and because he didn"t dive in a Yankee uniform with corporal stripes on it. She said, "Let me have your jacket," and snipped off in twenty seconds what had taken Vernice something like twenty minutes, talking the whole time, to sew on. Yesterday, when he asked her why they called the pie Naughty Child, and she said, "You find out, let me know," he took his first step toward her, getting the feeling they were alike and could talk, not take things too seriously. Then in the evening, thinking of her as a country girl with theme parks in her dreams, he had stepped back for a moment, the daredevil king of amus.e.m.e.nt parks pa.s.sing judgment. There was nothing wrong with theme parks. Some even put on highdive shows. Standing in ranks at attention he said to himself, You"ll dive another three years, if that. What do you and your dive-caller do then?
He didn"t know her but he kept thinking about her, seeing her, liking the way she moved and the sound of her voice, and her eyes, the way she looked at him. What was the problem?
Outside of her being married.
For the time being. That could change in an hour.
He saw himself in a dueling pose, in the trees, aiming a Colt revolver at Arlen running toward him.
With a sword, a big cavalry saber.
Could that happen?
John Rau said, "Private, tell me what you"re waiting for?"
24.
ROBERT WENT DOWN TO THE Confederate encampment in the orchard, his sword hanging at his side, his hand on the hilt to keep it from hitting his leg and tripping him up, swords not being as cool as they looked. Man, all the serious Southron types down here getting ready, Robert estimating their number at a hundred and a half easy, living in dirt and eating bad food and loving it. Confederate encampment in the orchard, his sword hanging at his side, his hand on the hilt to keep it from hitting his leg and tripping him up, swords not being as cool as they looked. Man, all the serious Southron types down here getting ready, Robert estimating their number at a hundred and a half easy, living in dirt and eating bad food and loving it.
He saw squads of them marching through the tangle of trees to drumbeats, some already taking their positions on the line. He saw a half-dozen cavalrymen sitting their horses, and three cannon Robert believed were six-pounders rolled out to aim across the field. There were hardcores who looked like they"d been doing this since Fort Sumter was fired on, along with farbs in half-asked outfits here to have some fun.
Robert came through brush strung along a dry creek bed that separated the main Confederate camp from a gathering of hillbilly-looking rednecks with beards and black hillbilly hats that put Robert in mind of a biker gang without their leathers. He believed he was getting close to Kirkbride"s outfit and identified himself to a group pa.s.sing around a jar of shine.
"How you doing? I"m Forrest"s chief scout, looking to report to the general." What they did was stare with dumb, serious faces, looking at him with the kind of stares Robert was used to. First the sizing up, then the remarks to put him in his place, have some fun with him. Robert didn"t let them get to that part. He said, "You f.u.c.k with me, I"ll bring Arlen over to get on your a.s.s. I laid in the thicket all night spying on the Federal camp and the general"s waiting for my report."
Sounding official to confuse them, remind them of what they were doing here. It got him pointed to Kirkbride"s tent, over there in that cottonwood shade: Walter Kirkbride with Arlen and his people and their fruit jar, Arlen looking this way and now all of them looking, Walter saying something, and now he was coming away from them, by himself.
Good. It told Robert Walter had been looking at his crossroads and was keeping Arlen out of it, the man cautious now, not wanting to get himself in the middle of any gangsta business. Still, Robert intended to hook him, show the man he wasn"t home free.
Walter walked up looking like a general and Robert said, "How you doing? I understand you got little Traci in camp with you."
Stopped the man cold, whatever it was he might"ve had ready to say now gone.
"That cute girl has the trailer behind Junebug"s? My man Tonto saw her walking around the camp. But was Wesley told me she"s your sweetheart. Wesley, the bartender out there wears the undershirt?"
The man stood motionless in his officer"s uniform, his hat on, his eyes sad, like a general tired of war and about to offer his sword. Bobby Lee at Appomattox.
Robert said, "Listen to me, Walter, I ain"t holding Traci over your head, that ain"t my business. You go on have your fun. What I"m saying to you, I realize the kind of mental defectives you have to a.s.sociate with, and I know you"re better than having to do that. I maybe even could use you in my business. You understand what I"m saying?"
Walter said, "I"ve got a pretty good idea," his voice showing some life.
"You don"t deserve to go down with Arlen and his people. And they going down," Robert said, looking past Walter, "all of them watching us right now, wanting to know what I"m saying to you, they going down."
"Whatever happens-" Walter started to say.
Robert cut him off with, "Arlen"s coming." Walter turned and they watched Arlen coming with his rifle, Arlen looking like a Confederate from out of the past in his uniform, his pistol, sword, pouches and canteen hanging from his belt, straps crisscrossing his chest, all the way hardcore except the cowboy boots.