All five of the men had something to say. The Mexican said, “I am not afraid to die. I have found the Lord Jesus Christ as my personal Savior, and He will take me right to heaven.”
His was the only gentle speech. The rest of the men were angry. One of them who stood next to the giant said, “There’s worse men than me I see out there in that crowd. Some of you ought to be here hangin’. Not me.”
As soon as the last man had spoken, Maledon moved down, putting a hood over each man’s head and arranging the hangman’s knot behind his ear.
Sabrina began to grow a little sick and wished she were not there, but she was. When the last knot was tied, Maledon, without further ado, caught Sabrina off guard. He simply turned and pulled the lever, and all five men dropped through a trapdoor.
She distinctly heard the popping of necks, and then she heard the most horrible sound of her life. One of the men had not died but was strangling and kicking. Blindly she turned and made her way out of the crowd. I can’t stand this anymore, she thought and went directly toward the courthouse.
“I’m sorry, ma’am, but you can’t see the judge until after the court has dismissed.”
Sabrina stood in the judge’s courtroom. Now she looked around with disgust and saw that the courtroom was as plain as art can make it. There were rough-hewn benches made from warping pine.
Judge Parker, the presiding judge, stood upon a slight platform behind a desk. She stood there while he went through the process of handling the business at hand, and he seemed to be a man without feeling. He appeared to be in his early fifties, and there were white hairs in the brown hair that he kept neatly combed. She noticed that Parker had dark smudges under his eyes that looked like bruises. He was a dignified-looking man, handsome in a way.
Finally the last case was dismissed. The judge got up and left, but Sabrina hurried after him. “Judge Parker,” she said, catching him, “my name is Sabrina Warren. I’ve come all the way from Memphis to see you.”
Parker turned and bowed slightly in a courteous manner. “Why yes, Miss Warren. Come on up to my office.” He led Sabrina up to the second floor and down a hall then opened a door. There was a man seated over to one side, and Parker said, “Heck, would you excuse us, please.”
“Sure enough, Judge.” The man got up, an ordinary-looking fellow wearing a gun as most did. There was a marshal’s badge on his vest.
As soon as he left, Judge Parker smiled. “That was Heck Thomas, the best of my marshals. Would you have a seat, Miss Warren, or is it Mrs. Warren?”
“No, I’m not married.”
Parker waited until Sabrina was seated.
She took a quick look around the room. It was barely large enough to contain a black walnut desk as large as most dining tables, several chairs, shelves, and a credenza, but every flat surface was piled high with papers and bursting portfolios. The air was stagnant, redolent of tobacco long since chewed and expectorated and murky with the exhaust of cigars. A revolving bookcase to one side leaned drunkenly, threatening to fall, and mustard-colored bound case histories filled one complete bookcase.
“Now, what can I do for you, Miss Warren?”
“I’ve come to get your help, Judge. My sister’s been kidnapped. She’s in the Indian nations, and I’ve come to enlist your help in rescuing her.”
“Tell me all the details,” Parker said.
Sabrina went on to tell how her father had hired private detectives, but they had not been able to find her sister. “Finally,” she added, “Marianne managed to get a letter brought out. I received word from my father on my way here. Apparently she gave all the money she had to a traveling cowboy. He promised to mail the letter, which he did. In the letter Marianne said she is being held captive by a man named Trey LeBeau.”
Parker sat watching his guest with a pair of steady, warm brown eyes, and finally he said, “You’ve come at a rather awkward time, Miss Warren. At the present time I only have a single marshal, and I have to keep one here. I don’t have anyone to send after your sister.”
“But I thought you had two hundred marshals.”
Parker shook his head sadly. “No, I did have at one time, but over fifty of them are gone. Some killed, some turned outlaw.”
“Marshals turning outlaw?”
“Oh yes, ma’am. The Dalton boys, they were marshals. Now they’re out robbing trains and holding up people. If I catch them, they’ll see the end of a rope.”
“But you must have somebody.”
“Well, it’s like this. This very day I might have five or six rangers come in, but there might not be one for a month. They have to follow the outlaws until they catch them. And that takes longer. There’s no schedule to it.”
Sabrina grew angry. “I’ve come all this way to get help. You’re the man in charge of law and order in this territory. You’ve got to help me!”
“I can’t help you, Miss Warren, not now. I will as soon as I get some men who will go, but I wouldn’t send one man out to capture LeBeau.”
“Why not?”
“Because he’s got a band of armed outlaws at his beck and call. One man wouldn’t stand a chance. It will have to be a posse, maybe at least a dozen men, and I honestly can’t tell you when we’ll have that kind of personnel.”
Sabrina stood up. Her temper, which had gotten her into trouble before, flared out. “Well, I’ll find some men who will do the job if you won’t do it!” She turned and started for the door.
Judge Parker got up and said with alarm, “Ma’am, you don’t know these men. I advise you to wait.”
“I won’t wait! I’m going to get my sister!” She left the room.
Heck Thomas was sitting outside. He grinned as she stormed by.
She knew he was “laughing” at her expense, but she didn’t take the time to stop and upbraid him. She was determined to find her sister and get out of this territory for good.
Sabrina was not accustomed to having to wait for anything. Her father’s money and the family’s position had always made it possible for her to get her own way. This, however, was not working in Fort Smith.
She knew no other way to find help than to simply stop men on the street and ask them. She received many indecent proposals, for men in the frontier of Fort Smith assumed that when a good looking woman stopped them on the street, she had something special on her mind. They simply grinned and said things like, “Well honey, let’s you and me go somewhere, and we’ll talk this thing over.”
On the third day she was seated in the restaurant having a lunch consisting of a greasy pork chop and a limp salad when two men came in. They were both tall and well built. When they identified themselves as brothers, she saw the resemblance.
“I’m Asa and this is Roy. Denvers is our name. I hear you are looking for someone that will go into the Territory and do a chore for you.”
Instantly Sabrina grew excited. “Yes. I haven’t been able to find anybody. Men in this part of the world evidently don’t need money or else they’re afraid of the Indians.”
“Well, that’s a shame,” Roy said. He had the same pale blue eyes of his brother, and both men were sunburned. There was a lupine aspect in the two. They looked rather like hungry wolves, but Sabrina had expected this.
She said, “Sit down.” The two men sat down and drank coffee while she explained about her sister being kidnapped and being held by a man called Trey LeBeau.
“That’s bad news,” Asa said. He was evidently the older of the two. “LeBeau’s a bad man.”
“Are you afraid of him?” Sabrina glared at him, waiting for his answer.
“It pays to be afraid of rattlesnakes and men who’ll kill you for a quarter.”
“Well, then you can’t help me.”
“Wait a minute.” Roy Denver, the younger of the two, seemed to be the brighter. “We can do the job, but lady, it’s gonna cost a lot of money. We’ve got to buy horses, equipment, supplies, ammunition, and guns. Pretty expensive.”
“I’ve got
the money, but you’ve got to guarantee me that you’ll get my sister.”
“All we can do is say we’ll find her and we’ll try to get her back from LeBeau. He don’t let go of things easy.” Roy Denver shrugged. “It’ll take some persuading.”
“Yes,” the older Denver said. “A man could get killed.”
“Well, how much money do you want?”
“To buy the equipment? Well, we’d have to have at least five hundred dollars just to get started.”
“All right. Let’s go to the bank, and I’ll get a check cashed.” She thought for a minute then said, “When can you leave?”
“Oh, we can buy the equipment today and leave at first light,” Roy Denver said.
“All right.” She went with them to the bank and gave them the money.
Roy said, “We’ll be leavin’ in the morning before you get up.”
“No, I’m going with you.”
The Denver brothers stared at her and then at each other. Roy Denver shook his head. “Ma’am, that is a terrible idea.”
“I’m going, and that’s all there is to it.”
The two argued halfheartedly, but finally they said, “Well, it’s going to be a rough ride.”
“I don’t care how rough it is. I’m going.”
“Well, then you’d better get yourself outfitted. You can’t wear a pretty dress like that on the trail.”
“I’ll take care of that. Come and get me at the hotel when you’re ready to leave in the morning.” She watched the two leave then went at once to buy some rough clothes. She found a riding skirt, for she knew she would have to ride a horse astride, a white lightweight shirt, and a vest with silver pesos for buttons. She found a black hat that had a small brim and a low crown but would be good for heading off the sun.
As she went back to the hotel with her possessions, she glanced up at Judge Parker’s office. “I’ll show you, Judge Parker, you’re not the only fish in the ocean!”
Sabrina was absolutely exhausted. She had ridden for two days now, and the Denver brothers seemed to be made out of leather and steel. They never seemed to be tired.
At the end of the second day, she said, “I can’t go any farther.”
Asa Denver shook his head. “Got to go a little further, missy.”
“No, we’ll camp here.”
“All right. If you say so.”
She stared at him. “I’m not happy with your work. You don’t seem to know where you’re going.”
Both men grinned broadly. “We know where we’re going, but I hate to tell you we’re going without you.”
Sabrina stared at them. They looked like two lean timber wolves at that moment. “What—what are you talking about?”
“We’re going to leave you here, and you better count yourself fortunate. Worse things could happen to a nice lady like you with a pair of men like us.”
“You can’t leave me here!”
“Why can’t we?” Roy Denver grinned. He dismounted, came over, and pulled her off her horse. She carried her money in a leather pouch. He reached down, snatched it, and said, “You have a good time out here.”
Horrified, Sabrina watched the two get on their horses that contained all their equipment, her money, and all she had. Roy Denver was leading her horse. “You can’t leave me here!” she cried out.
“Just go back to where you came, honey. You’ll find it.”
Sabrina watched them go, and for the first time in her life, real paralyzing fear seemed to grip her in a frozen clasp. She wanted to cry out, but she knew those two men would never return. Slowly she turned and started walking back. She had not paid particular attention to the landscape or the signs and the hills and trees that could have been landmarks.
By the time the sun was low in the sky, her legs were trembling. She sat down on the ground, drew her knees up, and held them with her arms. She put her forehead down on her knees and began to weep.
CHAPTER 14
Sabrina awoke and found she was shivering. The two villains she had placed her confidence in had taken everything, even the heavy coat that was tied behind the saddle on her horse that they had stolen. She hugged herself and shut her eyes tightly, aware that the sky was beginning to light up the east. A sharp pain came to her when a stone that she had lain down on penetrated her thin jacket and the white shirt she wore. She tried to escape into sleep again, for the moment she woke up, at least partially, her plight came to her.
I’m lost in the middle of the desert. I don’t have any horse. Nobody knows where I am except the two men who put me here. I’m thirsty, and I’ll starve out here in this desert unless someone finds me.
Shifting around, she found that she could not hide in the pavilions of sleep anymore. With a groan she sat up and hugged herself to try to control the shivering. The light indeed was breaking, and she saw the landscape as a ghostly affair with cacti casting hideous shapes, or so it seemed to her. From far off a coyote howled, a lonesome song that somehow made her feel even worse. She sat for a moment then turned to face the east.
Suddenly an icy hand seemed to run down her back, and fright came with such a powerful force that she could only sit and stare at the Indian who stood no more than ten feet away watching her. He’s going to kill me! The thought seemed to freeze her mind, and she stared at the savage, waiting for him to come forward and cut her throat or worse. She had heard of the cruelty of the Indians and had never given it any thought. Now, however, a black veil of fear and dread seemed to envelop her.
The silence ran on, and when the Indian did not speak, Sabrina climbed to her feet. She was sore from head to foot from the cold and the hard ground, but she did not take her eyes off of the Indian. He was a handsome enough fellow, judging from the sorry specimens she had seen hanging around Fort Smith. He was no more than medium height, and he wore a pair of white man’s jeans and a green-and-white-checkered shirt. His face seemed to be carved from steel. He had a prominent nose and wide lips now compressed, but it was his eyes that held her. They were obsidian, blacker than any eyes she had ever seen, and they stared at her unwaveringly. He had a rifle in his left hand, and ten feet farther off was a horse with a red blanket tied to a mesquite tree. He wore a wide-brimmed hat, but the black braids of his hair hung down his back, red ribbons tied in each of them.
Finally Sabrina tried to speak and found that her throat was dry. She cleared it, coughed, licked her dry lips, and said, “Hello.”
Whatever she expected did not happen. She had no idea that the Indian would speak English, but he said, “You are lost.”
Glad that he could speak English and that he made no move to threaten her, Sabrina nodded violently. “Yes, I hired two men to help me, and they took my horse and everything I had.”
“What two men?”
“Their names were Denver. Asa and Roy Denver.”
A slight movement of the Indian’s lips might have been a smile. “Bad men,” he said simply.
“I—I need to get back to Fort Smith. Could I hire you to take me?”
“My name is Gray Wolf. You were foolish to come with those two men. Everyone knows they are not good.”
“I know that now, Gray Wolf, but I’m helpless. If you’ll help me get back to Fort Smith, I’ll see that you’re well paid.”
Gray Wolf was examining her from head to foot. He came forward, and she stiffened up for she could not read his intentions in his features. He came and stood in front of her saying, “Yes, I can take you to town.” Without another word he seized her by the arm and began to pull at her.
Sabrina’s first impulse was to resist but she knew that would be useless. He was strong as an animal, she felt, and for the first time in her life she was completely at the mercy of another human being, one whom she did not know and who owed her nothing.
Gray Wolf stopped beside the horse, which had no saddle. “Get on,” he said.
There was only a woven leather bridle around the horse’s neck, not even between his lips as a proper brid
le would be. “I—I can’t get up there.”
“Here. Put your foot here.” He locked his fingers together and stooped over, and she tentatively stepped in. He heaved her up, and she managed to throw her leg across. There was nothing to hang on to, for the bridle he used, such as it was, was tied to the tree. Gray Wolf said nothing but untied the bridle and began to walk toward the east.
Sabrina felt a great gush of relief flow through her. He’s not going to kill me! She was not a praying woman, but at that moment she felt that if she were she would give thanks for her deliverance. I’m not going to die, she thought, and the thought gave her a sensation of relief such as she had never known before.
For the next four hours the Indian moved steadily forward, tirelessly so, it seemed to Sabrina. She had nothing to do with her hands, no horn to cling to, no bridle to hold, so all she could do was sit there. She recognized none of the territory that they were passing through, but finally she said in a voice that was a croak, “Do you have any water?”
“Over there.” Gray Wolf pointed over to the right and turned the direction of the horse that way. He led her two hundred yards on. He stopped, tied the horse, and said, “Water here.”
Sabrina slipped to the ground and saw a tidy rivulet of water running over rocks.
“Spring here. Always cold no matter how hot,” Gray Wolf said. “Drink.”
Awkwardly Sabrina leaned down and, cupping her hands, waited until they filled up. She drank noisily, awkwardly, and thirstily, and repeated that several times until she rose up and wiped her lips with her sleeve. “Thank you. That was good.”
Gray Wolf shrugged, reached on his back, and pulled out what seemed to be some kind of a canteen. He filled it up then leaned over and drank himself. “We go now.”
Sabrina was exhausted. She had had nothing to eat all the previous day except a small breakfast, and she was beginning to feel the pangs of hunger. “You have any food?” she asked timidly.
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