Appaloosa

45

We gave the horses and the mule to the doctor for his fee. He got us wrapped and bandaged and splinted, and supplied us enough laudanum so we could stand to ride the train to Yaqui and take another one to Appaloosa. We used up most of the laudanum by the time we got there. And when we got off the train in Appaloosa, cooked well done on tincture of opium, Cole on crutches and me with a cane, and Allie fluttering around us, I don’t think anyone in Appaloosa felt safer. We was laid up for longer than either of us could stand. Through it, Allie nursed Cole like he was made of hammered gold. And, now and then, she would stop in on me.

While we were gone, Stringer had come down from the sheriff’s office to fill in, and he stayed while we recuperated.

Cole was out of pain and could move around on crutches in a few days. There were two ribs broken on my left side, and they took a while. But eventually we were both able to taper off the laudanum and sit outside on the porch at the Boston House and look at whatever was happening in front of us.

It was a hell of a lot more than the Sheltons could do.

Stringer came down from the marshal’s office one morning and sat with us for a while.

“Got a posse up and went back to Chester, but we lost your trail once you left that arroyo.”

“Figured you would,” Cole said.

“Get a posse or lose your trail?” Stringer said.

“Both.”

Stringer nodded. He got out a cigar, didn’t offer one to either of us, bit off the end, and lit it. When he had it burning right, he leaned back with one foot up on the railing of the porch and his hat tilted forward over his eyes.

“You know you killed a peace officer, duly appointed and sworn,” Stringer said, “up there in Beauville.”

“Had to,” Cole said.

Stringer watched a woman in a big hat walk along on the shady side of the street. He smiled.

“Sure,” he said.

We all watched the woman as she paused and looked in the window of the dry goods store past the Silver Spur Saloon. After a moment, she went inside.

“You killed all three of ’em,” Stringer said.

“Yep.”

“I knew you were good, Virgil,” Stringer said. “Everett, too.”

I was an afterthought.

“But I’d a said that nobody could beat the Sheltons, two against three.”

“Four,” I said.

“Oh, yeah,” Stringer said. “Bragg. What about Bragg?”

“Can’t chase him all over the country,” Cole said.

“ ’Course not,” Stringer said. “Kinda fu

“That is fu

“Ribs take a while,” Stringer said.

It was a bright, warm day with a few small, high, white clouds and a mild breeze that smelled faintly of grass and sage. The lady in the big hat came out of the dry goods store and headed farther up the street. When she reached the corner, she turned and was out of sight.

“Sheriff ain’t pla

“You have anything to do with that?” Cole said.

“I tole the sheriff how things were.”

“Kind of you,” Cole said.

Stringer gri

“I didn’t want to be the one had to bring you in,” he said.

“Wouldn’t be too hard right now,” Cole said.

“Well, it ain’t going to be necessary. You boys going to stick around here when you’re on your feet?”

I looked at Cole.

“Sure,” he said. “Got a house here.”

“Go

“I surely am,” Cole said.

46

After we healed up, and Cole’s house was finished, I went there to eat supper with him and Allie. It was Allie’s first time having somebody in to eat, and she had a tablecloth out and a full set of good china with only a couple of pieces that didn’t match. We had some soup and some sort of meat pie, and some wine. I didn’t like the wine much, but I drank some to be polite. For dessert, there was dried apple pie, which I liked.

“Everett,” Allie said. “I don’t think I’ve ever said enough to you about how you rescued me from everyone.”

“Virgil did most of that,” I said. “I just trailed along.”

“You did a lot. I’ll never forget you riding out all alone and that Indian coming and touching you and riding off.”

“It didn’t do me no harm,” I said. “And he got to count coup on me and be a hero.”

“I never did understand that,” Allie said. “What was all that about? Why didn’t he try to kill you? Why did they all ride off?”

“He gets close enough to his enemy to touch him, and then ride away, he’s a bigger hero than if he killed me,” I said. “And he didn’t just do it with a coup stick. He done it with his hand. And held it on me. And with the other braves watching. Man’s a great hero now.”

“And it let ’em off the hook,” Cole said. “They knew there was six men, with a lot of guns, dug in at a good place to defend, plenty of food and water.”

“So him counting coup on me let them ride off without dishonor,” I said.

“Oh, God,” Allie said. “Dishonor. Don’t seem to make much difference, Indian or white. Men are so silly.”

She shook her head.

“Dishonor!” she said again.

Cole was quiet, sipping his wine. I could tell he didn’t like it, either. I didn’t know enough about wine to say. But I was pretty sure it wasn’t very good wine.

“Well, I just wanted to be sure I said thank you proper.”

“No need,” I said.

“And,” she said. “I want you to know how embarrassed I am that you saw me… you know… with Ring Shelton.”

“You did what you had to do,” I said.

Cole seemed mildly interested.

“And I’m mortified,” she said, “that you saw me with no clothes on.”

Christ!

I looked at Cole. He showed no change of expression.

“Allie,” I said. “It was a pleasure.”

“Oh, Everett,” she said, and blushed brightly.

Cole smiled a little.

“Well, you started talkin’ about it,” he said.

“I know,” Allie said. “It’s just that I’m so grateful. I know that you did it for me. Rode all that way. Went through all that danger. For me.”

“Well, you sure are worth it,” I said.

“Point of fact,” Cole said, “wasn’t just you. We was after Bragg, too.”

“Virgil, I know you killed those men because of me.”

Cole leaned back and looked at me, and then at Allie.

“We did what we needed to do,” he said finally.

“And Everett, too. I will always be grateful to you. You didn’t abandon me.”

“No, I didn’t,” I said. “But, you know, I am the deputy city marshal here, and it was sort of what I was hired to do, to find escaped prisoners, to save kidnapped women. That sort of thing.”

“Oh, go ahead,” Allie said, “the both of you. Be modest. Pretend you were just doing what any lawman would have done. In my heart I know it, and I treasure it. That you did what you did for me.”

Cole looked at me again. But he didn’t say anything more. I knew what was bothering him. It was bothering me, too. If Allie was right, and we tracked down the Sheltons and killed them because they had mistreated Cole’s girlfriend, then we might be good men. And we might have done the right thing. But we didn’t do it as lawmen. And we hadn’t done the legal thing.

And where did that leave us?