The Bounty Hunters

Within one week, or, before 25 Oct., R. D. Bowers will have made preparations for extended patrol.

R. D. Bowers will contact one D. Fly

R. D. Bowers and civilian guide will proceed to that section of Sonora (Mexico) indicated at a future date.

Aforementioned are to make contact, without show of arms, with one Soldado Viejo, hostile Mimbreno Apache, and return said hostile to Apache Agency, San Carlos, Arizona Terr.

R. D. Bowers is warned that if detained by Mexican authorities, because of the nature of the assignment he will not be recognized by the United States as a lawful agent.

The subject matter contained herein is of the strictest confidential nature.

The office of the Department Adjutant extends its heartiest wish for a successful undertaking.

A. R. L. DENEEN Department Adjutant Madora said, "That last line's the one."

Fly

This was the man he would take across the Rio Grande-which they would call the Bravos then-to find Soldado, a broncho Mimbre, who had been fighting longer than Bowers or he had lived. Four dollars a day to guide a new lieutenant with only one year of frontier station behind him. To take him across sun-beaten nothingness and into scrambling rock-strewn puzzling never-ending canyons in search of something that would probably not be there. But always with eyes open, because the Apache knows his business. He knows it better than anyone else. How to kill. That simple? Yes, that simple, he thought. That's what it boils down to. That's what it is from where you're standing, so that's what you call it. Four dollars a day. More than a lieutenant makes. His uniform compensates for the low pay rate…though he could die naked as easy as not.

He heard Madora say, "What's he got on you?"

"I beg your pardon?" Bowers said, startled.

"He must a caught you with his old lady."

Bowers looked at him steadily, but said nothing.

Fly

"About what?"

God, the calm one. He's tensed-up being calm. "About your orders."

"You almost answer your own question. They are orders. Under the circumstances I doubt if an opinion would affect them one way or the other."

Madora gri

"I don't believe this concerns you in the least," Bowers said coldly.

There was silence. Fly

Bowers turned on him sharply. "Mr. Fly

"Very clear, Mr. Bowers." Colonel Deneen stood in the doorway of the post commander's office. Lieutenant Woodside could be seen behind him. "And I might say unduly modest of you. Your opinion is worth…something."

He hesitated, his eyes roaming over the group in the outer office. He was a man of medium height, in his early forties, carefully dressed, from the trace of white showing above his collar to the highly polished black boots and silver spurs that chinged softly as he moved into the room. And though he took only a few steps, a faint limp was noticeable, a favoring of the right foot as he put his weight on it. One hand picked idly at the front of his tunic, as if removing invisible lint, and he looked at the three men closely, individually, as if to command their attention.

"At ease, Mr. Bowers." He nodded to Madora, who stood relaxed with thumbs in vest pockets, then his eyes went to Fly

"Don't get up, Fly

Dave Fly

For a moment the face tightened and the dark eyes did not blink, holding squarely on Fly

There was the hint of a smile playing at the tips of Fly

"Fortunately the climate is uncommonly dry."

"Fortunately."

"I can't say I expected to see you here."

"I don't imagine you did."

"You know why you were asked, of course."

"As well as you do."

"Because of your knowledge of the country. I'm told you've been on a mining venture down there for something like a year and a half. I assume it was unsuccessful, or you would not have returned to scouting. Did you see signs of Soldado Viejo?"

"There are always signs."

"And less cryptically, that means what?"

"The dead."

"I suppose the Mexican government has done little."

"On my way up I talked to a man in Soyopa who said that Porfirio Diaz was sending police to help them. They were expected any day."

"Rurales?"

Fly

"His newly formed police. Bandits to fight bandits."

"Maybe that's the way," Fly

"What about the scalp bounty?"

"The government's still paying it if you're man enough to take an Apache's hair."

"I'm told there's an American outlaw down there making something of a success of scalp hunting. Lazair. Have you heard of him?"

"He was pointed out to me once."

"Where?"

"In Guazapares, over a year ago. At that time scalps had to be taken to Guazapares for the bounty. Lazair rode in with some of his men and I saw him at a distance. I saw his face before that on wanted dodgers up here."

"How does he get along with the authorities?"

Fly

"I'm told he's now trying quite eagerly for Soldado's scalp."

"He should, it's worth five hundred pesos," Fly

Deneen smiled faintly. "If you were making a business of scalping Apaches, would you think kindly of someone appearing to take them away?"

"I was going to remind you of the same thing."

"I'll take the responsibility of my own reminding."

Fly

"I will mention again," Deneen said politely, "that you are not obligated in any way to take this assignment."

"What about Bowers?"

"That is not your concern."

"I mean nothing personal, but there are other officers with considerably more experience who might have been chosen." He glanced at Bowers as he said it and saw the young officer stiffen, as if anxious to reply.

Deneen said, "Do you imply that you won't go if Lieutenant Bowers does?"