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“Regardless of what it’s called,” Virgil said, “I don’t suspect the weather’s go
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Allie said the di
“Something burning?” I said.
“Oh,” Allie said. “My pie.”
Allie got up from the di
“Thank goodness, it’s fine,” Allie said. “Perfectly fine. The filling under the pecans just oozed out is all. It’ll be delicious.”
“Oh, hell, Allie,” Virgil said. “I don’t think I could eat another bite.”
“Me, neither,” I said.
“Oh, nonsense,” Allie said, as she placed the pie on the trivet between Virgil and me. “Doesn’t that look good and crispy?”
Allie fa
“It does, Allie,” I said.
“You got a good scald on it,” Virgil said. “I’ll give you that.”
“Oh,” Allie said, returning to the kitchen. “I churned up some cream to go with it.”
She returned with the bowl of cream. She whipped the substance with a wooden spoon before putting the bowl on the table.
“I’m sorry, it was fluffier before,” Allie said. “It’ll be good, though, just spoon a little across the top.”
“Smells good,” I said.
Allie left the dining room and walked off down the hall.
I cut a piece of pie, put some cream on top, and slid the bowl over to Virgil.
Virgil cut a piece and put it on his plate when Allie returned to the dining room, putting on a silk bo
“Would you be so kind as to clean up for me, Virgil?” Allie said, as she tied the bo
“Where you going?” Virgil said.
“Well, I’m off to gather the ladies of our social and pay Mr. Beauchamp and company a proper welcoming visit.”
Virgil looked to me, then to Allie.
“You think that’s necessary?”
“I do,” Allie said. “It’s not every day Appaloosa has someone as renowned as Beauregard Beauchamp visit us. And, as the new spokesperson of the ladies’ social, I thought it would be kind to make certain we do not let this occasion of ceremony slip by like it’s just any ol’ day like yesterday or the day before. Everett can help you with the dishes. Can’t you, Everett?”
“Sure,” I said.
“Wonderful, thank you,” Allie said, and then leaned down, kissing Virgil on top of his head. “Maybe we can play some cards when I get back.”
“Sure,” I said.
“Might want to take your umbrella,” Virgil said.
After Allie left, Virgil pulled a cigar from his pocket and I took a bite of the pecan pie.
“Tell you what,” I said. “That’s good.”
Virgil looked me, then looked to the pie.
“Is,” I said.
Virgil slid the cigar back in his pocket and took a bite. He nodded and took another bite.
“Damn sure is.”
After we finished a second piece of pie, Virgil and I cleaned up the kitchen and went back out on the front porch with the bottle of Kentucky.
It was almost dark out now when we settled in with the whiskey. The storm clouds we had been watching previously were close to being upon us and a light cool breeze preceded the looming darkness. It was quiet out and not many people were about. We could hear the evening train on the other side of town. It let out one long blast of its whistle as it neared the station.
“Beauregard Beauchamp,” Virgil said, as he pulled the cigar from his pocket.
I looked to Virgil but didn’t say anything.
“He look familiar to you?” Virgil said.
“No,” I said. “Look familiar to you?”
“Something about him seemed kind of familiar.”
“Always something about everybody, isn’t there?”
“’Spect there is, Everett,” Virgil said, then bit the cigar tip and spit it over the porch rail. “’Spect there is.”
He fished a match from his pocket, dragged the tip across the grain on the porch post, and lit the cigar. He puffed on the cigar and got it going good.
“Allie sure seems to think he’s special,” Virgil said.
“Does.”
“Thinks he’s talented,” Virgil said.
“And renowned,” I said.
Virgil looked at me and discharged a sliver of tobacco from his lips with a spit.
“And glorious,” he said.
“That, too,” I said.
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I played some lengthy games of Dark Lady with Allie and Virgil, and the three of us drank more of the Kentucky than we should have. Allie went on and on about Beauregard and how special he was. She said he held court in the town hall that night and how wonderful it was for her and the ladies’ social to welcome him and the troupe to Appaloosa.
Allie told us Beauregard introduced some of the Beauchamp players and his wife of three years. She was a blond actress, the leading lady, named Nell from San Francisco. Allie went on and on about how smart and beautiful she was and how in love they were and what a splendid couple they made.
I left Virgil and Allie’s place at about half past midnight. There was a light rain falling over Appaloosa and the temperature had dropped significantly.
I crossed Main Street by the Boston House Hotel saloon and saw Fat Wallis McDonough through the open saloon doors. He was closing up, putting chairs on the tables. When I stepped onto the boardwalk, Wallis looked up and saw me. He stood upright and put his large hands out wide like a welcoming kinfolk.
“Well, Everett Hitch,” he said warmly.
“Evening, Wallis.”
“How goes it?” Wallis said.
“Goes and goes.”
“Whiskey?” he said.
“Looks like you’re closing up.”
“Always open for you, Everett,” Wallis said. “Always open for you.”
He removed two upside-down chairs from a table and set them upright on the floor.
“Sit yourself down,” Wallis said.
“All right,” I said. “Just a smidgen, though.”
Wallis moved his big body behind the bar. He didn’t glide as swift and easy as he used to when Virgil and I first met him.
“I got some special stuff,” Wallis said.
Wallis was the time-honored chief barman at the Boston House Hotel saloon. Virgil and I had plenty of history with the Boston House, some good and some not so good.
I looked about the room. It hadn’t changed too much. I walked between the tables. I looked through the doors into the lobby and thought about the day Virgil and I first arrived in Appaloosa and signed up as peacekeepers on the landing by the front windows. I turned back, remembering how within minutes of assuming our roles we had walked into this room and Virgil shot two of Randall Bragg’s hands right where I was standing.
Bragg, I thought. That sonofabitch. I hadn’t thought about Randall Bragg in a long while. I turned and looked to the piano in the corner. I walked over to it and pressed a key.
Bragg. I slapped him down right here, called him out after the no-good sonofabitch lured Allie and had his way with her. Good riddance. I gave the sonofabitch a chance. I gave him a gun, told him to come out and face me or I’d come back in there and kill him. I gave the sonofabitch an opening. At least that’s how I summed it up, anyway, how I tallied it, how I put it together.
For whatever reason the Boston House Hotel saloon seemed to have a dark cloud hanging over it.
“Not seen much of you since you and Virgil have been back in town,” Wallis said, carrying a tray with two glasses and a bottle of whiskey with a fancy label. “Where you been keeping yourself?”
“Virgil’s had me busy working on his new house.”