Showdown On the Hogback (1991)

by L'amour, Louis

  The girl was small, well made, her skin as brown as that of an Indian, her hair coal black. She had large, beautiful eves and small hands. Her eves flashed from Dornie to the others and then clung to Tom Kedrick, measuring him for a long minute. “Who’s your friend, Dornie?” she said.

  “Introduce me.”

  Shaw’s eyes were dark and hard as he turned slightly. “Captain Kedrick, I want you to meet Sue Laine.”

  “Captain?” She studied him anew. “Were you in the Army?”

  “Yes,” he said quietly. Her pinto was not the horse of the rider who had been observing them; therefore, there was another rider out there somewhere. Who was he?

  “You’re ridin’ quite a ways from home, Sue,”

  Shaw interrupted. “You think that’s wise?”

  “I can take care of myself, Dornie!” Her reply was cool, and Kedrick saw blood rise under Shaw’s skin. “However, I came to warn you, or Captain Kedrick, if he is in charge. It won’t be safe to ride any further.

  McLennon called a meeting this morning, and they voted to open fire on any party of surveyors or strange riders they see. From now on, this country is closed. A rider is going to Mustang tonight with the news.”

  “There she is,” Goff said dryly. “They are sure enough askin’ for it! What if we ride on anyway?”

  Sue glanced at him. “Then there will be fighting,” she said quietly. “Well,” Poinsett said impatiently, “what are we talkin’ for? We come here to fight, didn’t we? Let’s ride on an’ see how much battle they got in them.”

  Tom Kedrick studied the girl thoughtfully. She was pretty, all right, very pretty. She lacked the quiet beauty of Connie Duane, but she did have beauty. “Do they have scouts out?” he asked.

  She glanced at him. “Not yet, but they will have.”

  She smiled. “If they had, I’d never have dared ride to warn you.”

  “Whose side are you on, Miss Laine?”

  Kedrick asked.

  Dornie’s head came around sharply, and his eyes blazed. Before he could speak, Sue Laine answered for herself. “That decision I make for myself.

  My brother does not make it for me, nor any one of them. They are fools! To fight over this desert!”

  Contemptuously, she waved a hand at it. “There’s no more than a hare living on it, anyway! If they lose, maybe we can leave this country!”

  She swung her horse abruptly. “Well, you’ve had your warning. Now I’ll go back.”

  “Ill be ridin’ your way,” Shaw interposed.

  Her eyes swung back to him. “Don’t bother!” Then she turned her attention deliberately to Kedrick and measured him again with her cool eyes, a hint of a smile in them now. “If anybody comes, let Captain Kedrick come. They don’t know him!”

  Somebody in the group chuckled, and Dornie Shaw swung his horse, his face white as death.

  His teeth were bare his right hand poised. “Who laughed?” he said, his voice almost trembling.

  “Miss Laine,” Kedrick said quietly, “I think Dornie Shaw could make the trip better than 1. He knows the country.”

  Shaw’s eyes glittered. was I asked-who laughed?”

  Kedrick turned his head. “Forget it, Shaw.”

  His voice was crisp. “There’ll be no fighting with other men in this outfit while I’m in command!” For an instant, Dornie Shaw held his pose. Then his eyes, suddenly opaque as a rattler’s, swung toward Kedrick. “You’re tellin’ me?”

  Incredulity mixed with sarcasm.

  Tom Kedrick knew danger when he saw it, but he only nodded. “You or anybody, Dornie.

  We have a job to do. You’ve hired on for that job as much as any man here. If we begin to fight among ourselves we’ll get nothing done, and right now we can’t afford to lose a good man.

  “I scarcely think,” he added, “that either Keith or Burwick would like the idea of a killing among their own men.”

  Shaw’s eyes held Kedrick’s, and for an instant there was no sound. A cicada hummed in the brush, and Sue Uine’s horse stamped at a fly. Tom Kedrick knew in that instant that Dornie Shaw hated him, and he had an idea that this was the first time Shaw had ever been thwarted in any purpose he held. Then Shaw’s right hand slowly lowered. “You got me on that one, Captain.”

  His voice was empty, dry. “I reckon this is too soon to start shootin’-an’ old man Burwick is right touchy.”

  Sue Laine glanced again at Kedrick, genuine surprise and not a little respect in her eyes.

  “I’ll be going. Watch yourselves!”

  Before her horse could more than start, Kedrick asked, “Miss Lame, which of your outfit rides a long-legged grulla?”

  She turned on him, her face pale as death.

  “A-a grulla?”

  “Yes,” he said. “Such a rider has been watching us most of the morning, and such a rider is not over a half mile away now. Also,” he added, “he has a field glass!”

  Fessenden turned with an oath, and Poinsett glared around. Only Shaw spoke. His voice was strained and queer. “A grulla? Here?”

  He refused to say more, but Kedrick studied him, puzzled by the remark. It was almost as if Shaw knew a grulla horse, but had not expected it to be seen here. The same might be true of Sue Laine, obviously upset by his comment. Long after they rode on, turning back toward the spring on the North Fork, Kedrick puzzled over it. This was an entirely new element that might mean anything or nothing.

  There was little talking on the way back. Poinsett was obviously irritated that they had not ridden on in, yet he seemed content enough to settle down into another camp.

  Chapter 4

  Dornie Shaw was silent, saying nothing at all. Only when Tom Kedrick arose after supper and began to saddle his horse did he look up.

  Kedrick glanced at him. “Shaw, I’m ridin’ to Yellow Butte. I’m going to look that setup over at first hand. I don’t want trouble an’ I’m not huntin’ any, but I want to know what we’re tacklin’.”

  Shaw was standing, staring after him, when he rode off’.

  He rode swiftly, pushing due west at a good pace to take advantage of the remaining light. He had more than one reason for the ride. He wanted to study the town and the terrain, but also he wanted to see what the people were like. were they family men? Or were they outlaws? He had seen little thus far that tended to prove the outlaw theory.

  The town of Yellow Butte lay huddled at the base of the long, oval-shaped mesa from which it took its name. There, on a bit of flat land, the stone and frame buildings of the town had gathered together.

  Most of them backed against the higher land behind them and faced toward the arroyo. Only three buildings and the corrals were on the arroyo side, but one thing was obvious. The town had never been planned for defense.

  A rifleman or two on top of Yellow Butte could cover any movement in the village, and the town was exposed to fire from both the high ground behind the town and the bed of the arroyo, where there was shelter under its banks. The Butte itself was scarcely one hundred and fifty feet higher than the town and looked right down the wide street before the buildings.

  Obviously, however, some move had been made toward defense, or was in the process of being made, for there were some piles of earth, plainly from recent digging, near several of the buildings. He studied them, puzzled over their origin and cause. Finally, he gave up and scouted the area. He glanced at the butte thoughtfully. Had they thought of putting their own riflemen up there? It would seem the obvious thing, yet more than one competent commander had forgotten the obvious at some time during his career, and it might also be true of these men. The top of the butte not only commanded the town, but most of the country around. It was the highest point within several miles.

  That could come later. Now Kedrick turned his palouse down the hill toward the town, riding in the open, his right hand hanging free at his side. Yet, if he was seen, nothing was done to disturb him. How would it have been if there were more than one rider?

 
He swung down before the Butte Saloon and tied his horse at the rail. The animal was weary, he knew, and in no shape for a long ride, but he had made his own plans, and they did not require such a ride.

  The street was empty, so he stepped up on the walk and pushed through the swinging doors into the bright lights of the interior. A man sitting alone at a table saw him, scowled and started to speak, and then went on with his solitaire. Tom Kedrick crossed to the bar. “Rye,” he said quietly. The bartender nodded and without looking up, poured the drink. It was not until Kedrick dropped his coin on the bar that he looked up. Instantly, his face stiffened.

  “Who’re you?” he demanded. “I never saw you before!”

  Kedrick was aware that men had closed in on both sides of him, both of them strangers. One was a sharp-looking, oldish man, the other an obviously belligerent redhead. “Pour a drink for my friends, too,” he said, and then he turned slowly, so they would not mistake his intentions, until his back was to the bar. Carefully, he surveyed the room.

  There were a dozen men here, and all eyes were on him. “I’m buying,” he said quietly. “Will you gentlemen join me?”

  Nobody moved, and he shrugged. He turned back to the bar. His drink was gone.

  Slowly, he lifted his eyes to the bartender. “I bought a drink,” he said quietly.

  The man stared back at him, his eyes hard.

  “Never noticed it,” he said. “I bought a drink and paid my money, and I want my drink. his All was still. The men on either side of him leaned on the bar, ignoring him.

  “I’m a patient man,” he persisted. “I bought a drink, an’ I want it-now.”

  “Mister,” the bartender thrust his wide face across the bar, “we don’t serve drinks to your kind here.

  Now get out before we throw you out!” Kedrick’s forearms were resting on the edge of the bar, and what happened was done so swiftly that neither man beside him had a chance to move. Tom Kedrick’s right hand shot out and grabbed the bartender by the shirt collar under his chin. Then he turned swiftly, back to the bar, and heaved! The bartender came over the bar as if greased and hit the floor with a crash.

  Instantly, Kedrick spun away from the two men beside him and stood facing the room, gun in hand.

  Men had started to their feet, and several had moved toward him. Now they froze where they were. The .44

  Russian had appeared as if materialized from thin air.

  “Gentlemen,” Kedrick said quietly, “I did not come here hunting trouble. I have been hired for a job, as all of you, at some time or another, have been hired for a job. I came to see if you were the manner of men you have been represented as being. Evidently your bartender is hard of hearing or lacking in true hospitality. I ordered a drink.

  “You,” Kedrick gestured at the man playing solitaire, “look like a man of judgment. You pour my drink and put it on the end of the bar nearest me. Then,” his eyes held the room, “pour each of these gentlemen a drink.” With his left hand he extracted a gold eagle from his pocket and slapped it on the bar. “That pays.”

  He took another step back, and then coolly, he holstered his gun. Eyes studied him, but nobody moved. The redhead did not like it. He had an urge to show how tough he was, and Kedrick could see it building. “You!” Kedrick asked quickly. “Are you married? Children?”

  The redhead stared at him, and then said, his voice surly, “Yeah, I’m married, an’ I got two kids. What’s it to you?”

  “I told you,” Kedrick replied evenly, was I came to see what manner of men you are.”

  The man who was pouring the drinks looked up.

  “I’ll answer your questions. I’m Pete Slagle.”

  “I’ve heard of you.”

  A slight smile came to Slagle’s mouth.

  “Yeah,” he said, “an’ I’ve heard of you.”

  Nobody moved or spoke while Slagle calmly poured the drinks. Then he straightened and glanced around the room. “Men,” he said, “I reckon there’s no use goin’ off half cocked an’ gettin’ somebody killed. Let’s give this man a chance to speak his piece. We sure don’t have to buy what he wants to sell us if we don’t like his argument.”

  “Thanks, Slagle.” Kedrick studied the room. Two of the faces seemed hard, unrelenting.

  Another was genuinely interested, but at the door in the rear, a man loitered who had shifty eyes and a sour face. He could have been, in disposition at least, a twin brother to the former outlaw Clauson.

  “The land around here,” Kedrick said quietly, “is about to be purchased from the government by the firm who have employed me. The firm of Burwick, Keith and Gunter. In New Orleans, where I was hired, I was told that there were squatters on the land, a bunch of outlaws, renegades, and wasters, and that they would resist being put off and would aim to keep the badlands for themselves. My job was to clean them out, to clear the land for the company. I have come here for that purpose.”

  There was a low murmur from the back of the room.

  Kedrick took time to toss off his drink and then calmly began to roll a smoke. To his right, the door opened and two men came in. One of these was as tall as himself with coal black hair turning gray at the temples. His eves were gray and cold, his face firmly cut. He glanced sharply around the room and then at Kedrick. “Captain Tom Kedrick, Bob,” Slagle said quietly, “speakin’ his piece. He’s just explained that we’ve been represented as a bunch of renegades. “That sounds like Burwick,” McLennon said. “Get on with it, Kedrick.”

  “I’ve little to say but this. Naturally, like any good fighting man, I wanted to look over the terrain.

  Moreover, since arriving in Mustang certain rumors and hints have reached me that the picture is not one-sided. I have come out here to look you over, to see exactly what sort of people you are and if you are the outlaws and wasters you have been represented to be.

  Also, I would like to have a statement from you.”

  Red’s face was ugly. “We got nothin’ to say to you, Kedrick,” he said harshly, “nothin’ at all! Just you come down here with your killers an’ see how many get away alive!”

  “Wait a minute, Red!” Slagle interrupted. “Let Bob have his say.”

  “Aw, why bother?” Red said roughly. “The man is scared, or he’d never have come huntin’ information!”

  Kedrick’s eyes held Red’s thoughtfully, and he said slowly, “No, Red, I’m not scared. If I decide the company is right and you are to be run off, that is exactly what I’ll do. If the men I have are not enough, I’ll get more. I’m used to war, Red, I’ve been at it all my life, and I know how to win. I’m not here because I’m scared. I have come simply because I make a pass at being a just man. If you have a just claim to your places here and are not as represented, I’ll step out of this. “Naturally,” he added, “I can’t speak for the others, but I will advise them as to my conclusions.”

  “Fair enough,” McLennon agreed. “All right, I’ll state our case. This land is government land like all of it. The Navajos an’ L’tes claim some of it, an’ some of us have dickered with them for land. We’ve moved in an’ settled on this land.

  Four or five of us have been here upward of ten years. Most of us have been here more than three.

  “We’ve barns built, springs cleaned out, and some fences built. We’ve stocked some land and lived through a few had summers and worse winters. Some of us have wives, an’ some of us children. We’re makin’ homes here. The company is tryin’ to gyp us.

  “The law says we were to have six months’ notice. That is, it was to be posted six months before the sale by the government to the company. This land, as we understand it, is supposed to be unoccupied. Well, it ain’t. We live on it. Moreover, that notice was posted five months ago, stuck around in out-of-the-way places, in print so fine a man can scarcely read it without a magnifyin’ glass.

  “A month ago one of the boys read it, but it took him a few days to sort the meanin’ out of the legal phrasin’, an’ then he hightailed it t
o me.

  We ain’t got the money to send a man to the government. So all we can do is fight. That’s what we figure on. If the company runs us off, which I don’t figure you or nobody can do, they’ll buy ever’ inch of it with their blood, believe me.”

  A murmur of approbation went through the room, and Kedrick scanned their faces thoughtfully. Dornie Shaw had judged these men correctly. They would fight. Moreover, with men like McLennon and Slagle to lead them, they would be hard to handle.

  Legally, the company seemed to be in the better position. Also, the squatters were bucking a stacked deck. From here, it would take a man all of two weeks, and possibly three, to even get to Washington, let alone cut through all the government red tape to get to the men who could block the sale-if it could be blocked.

  “This here’s a speculation on their part,”

  McLennon stated. “There’s rumors this here land is goin’ into an Injun reservation, an’ if it does, that means they’ll stick the government a nice price for the land.”

  “Or you will,” Kedrick replied.

  “Looks like there’s two sides to this question, McLennon. The company has an argument. If the federal government does make this a reservation, you’ll have to move, anyway.”

  “We’ll face that when it comes,” Slagle said.

  “Right now we’re buckin’ the company. Our folks aren’t speculators. We aren’t gunmen, either.”

  Another man had entered the room, and Kedrick spotted him instantly. It was Burt, the big man he had whipped in the street fight. The man stopped by the wall and surveyed the room.

  “None of you?” Kedrick asked gentle. “I have heard some stories about Pit Laine.”

  “Laine’s a good man!” Red burst out heatedly.

  “He’ll do to ride any river with!”

  Neither McLennon nor Slagle spoke, and the latter shifted his feet uneasily. Evidently, there was a difference of opinion here. He made a note to check on Laine, to find out more about him.

  “Well,” he said finally, “I reckon I’ll study on it a little. In the meantime, let’s keep the peace. I’ll keep my men off if you will do likewise.”