Monte Jackson decided to stop fooling around and get down to business—he stood up.
“Write out a confession and we’ll talk about water. I’ve got a canteen, and I know where you can get gas and fix your tank.”
“So it is you? Well, you don’t understand. You don’t understand what you saw. We can explain. Just come down…come down here.”
“I think I understand pretty well, Ash.” The man jerked a bit when Monte used his name. “I think Mrs. Burgess there killed her husband for his life insurance and then the two of you went out looking for someone to take the blame…preferably a dead someone.”
“You’re crazy!” Ash shouted.
“Am I? I think murder is a crazy thing, myself. I also think a man’s crazy to let a woman suck him into a mess like this.”
He let that soak in for a moment. “You’re an accessory, Ash, but, of course, they might believe you were in on it.”
“I’ve an alibi!” Ash shouted, but his voice lacked confidence. “Come down and talk. There’s money in this. We’ve got money right here. We can do business.”
“Toss your pistol up here and I’ll come.”
Ash swore. Neither of them had believed he knew of the pistol. “Like hell!” Ash yelled.
“All right by me, but don’t get any ideas. I’ve got a rifle.”
Waiting would just make it hotter, and after a while this seemed to dawn on them, yet the sun was blazing hot before they finally started. It was what he had hoped: to delay them until the sun was high.
“It’s twenty miles to Keeler. Or you can strike south for the Death Valley highway, but you might get lost, too.”
“Shut up!” Ash roared. “If I could get my hands on you, I’d…!”
“Get the beating of your life,” Jackson said cheerfully. “Why, you’re soft as butter, while I’ve drilled thousands of holes in hard rock by hand! You two think it over. A confession for water; you don’t think it’s a good deal now…but you will.” He backed into cover then turned and walked off, climbing the ridge until he was a safe distance away and out of sight.
They seemed to be talking it over then; after about half an hour, they again started walking south, down the road. The man glanced around occasionally, worried, no doubt, that they both might get a bullet in the back. Well, let him worry.
Monte followed and did not try to hide his progress. Ash caught sight of him, paralleling their track about one hundred yards west and pointed him out to Paula. They didn’t like it, but there was little they could do.
* * *
THE SUN WAS hot and Monte had long since folded his jacket into the haversack. Neither of them had a hat and he did, and unlike Ash, Monte kept his shirt sleeves rolled down. He picked up a piece of float and examined it. They were walking steadily, but Paula lagged a little, and he had an idea that Paula wanted to bargain on her own. Obviously, she wanted to talk.
Ash slowed. “Come on, honey! If we’re going to get anywhere we’ve got to keep moving!”
“You go ahead. I’ll be right behind. I can’t walk fast in these shoes.”
Ash walked on, Paula glanced around and Monte let his head show over the ridge. She stopped at once. “I want to talk to you,” she invited. “Come on down!”
Selecting his spot, he sat down, making her come to him. When she was twenty yards away, he stopped her. “Close enough!” he said. “What do you want?”
Paula obviously wanted to come closer. She was accustomed to getting what she wanted from men, although after a night in a jeep she was considerably less attractive than he remembered her. “Why don’t you forget this and come in with me?” she invited. “You’ve got a rifle, and we don’t need him. There’s a lot of money.”
“What about that rap in L.A.?”
“We could say it was Ash. Come on, my husband was insured for seventy thousand dollars, and the house besides! Think what we could do with that!”
“Just think!” he said sarcastically. “Seventy thousand dollars, and us on the run for the rest of our lives. Funny, it doesn’t sound like enough to me.”
She stared at him, trying to figure him out. At that moment Ash showed over the last rise. When he saw them together he shouted and started to run toward them.
Jackson leaned his elbows on his knees and calculated the distance. The fool! Didn’t he know he shouldn’t run that hard in this heat? He watched him come. The effective range of a pistol is not great, but the actual range is greater than supposed. He would take no chances. He lifted the rifle. Ash slowed, then stopped, panting hoarsely. “No you don’t!” he shouted. “You don’t cross me up!”
Paula stared at him. “Quick!” she said eagerly. “Shoot him!”
“I’m sorry. I’m just not much interested in money. And, it’s really not that much money.”
“It’s enough!” she protested. “…and you could have me.” She stepped forward, as if offering herself to him.
He grinned at her. “You should see yourself!” Her makeup was streaked and her hair mussed and dulled by dust. She’d been attractive back in the bar in Riverside, but here…
“I’d rather just take the money,” he said.
She screamed, her face contorted, hurling epithets at him. Ash had come closer and now he brought up the pistol, so Monte stood, and with four sprinting steps was in the brush and rocks beyond the arroyo.
From his concealment he could hear their angry voices, and then Ash showed on the crest, the muzzle of his pistol a questing eye. His face was haggard and strained, his shirt soaked with sweat. He wouldn’t sweat much longer.
Monte took a pull at the canteen and rested in the shade of a clump of brush. Walking was okay but the running did not do his head any good. When he looked again they had started on and made almost half a mile. Paula Burgess looked beaten.
After a while he moved to follow, staying in the shade from the nearby ridge. When he again saw them they had stopped and were seated near some saltbush. They had reached the fork of the old desert trail.
From this point it branched south and then west to Keeler and north across the vast waste of the Saline Valley, waterless and empty. Paula had her shoes off and so did Ash. Obviously, they’d had enough although they’d come just five miles from the jeep. From where he crouched in the shadow of a rock he could see their faces were beginning to blister, and their lips looked puffed and cracked.
“How about it?” he called. “Want to write out a confession, and sign it? I’ve got water, you know.”
Neither made a reply, nor did they speak to each other.
He’d heard that it was typical of criminals that they are optimistic and always see themselves as successful. This seemed to have left these two with few resources when faced with failure.
“It’s only three. Even once the sun goes down the heat will hang on because it takes time for the rocks to cool off. By six it should be better. If you’re alive then.”
“Give us a break!” Ash pleaded.
“You’re not far from water. A couple of hundred feet straight down.”
“Listen!” Ash got up. “I’d nothing to do with this! She roped me in on it, and I had no idea she was going to kill anybody!”
His voice was hoarse and it hurt him to speak. “That’s tough,” Monte agreed, “toss your gun over here and we’ll discuss it.”
“Nothing doing!”
“Forget it then. I won’t even talk until I have that pistol.”
Heat waves danced in the distance and a dust devil picked a swirl of dust from the valley floor and skipped weirdly across the desert until it died far away in the heat-curtained distance. Ash had moved nearer, and now Paula was hobbling toward him.
“Throw me the gun! Otherwise I’m going back to my claim!”
Ash hesitated, standing there with one hand in his pocket, his face drawn and haggard.
“You fool!” Paula screamed at him. “Give me that!” She grabbed the hand emerging from the pocket and before he could move to prevent her she pointed it at Monte.
He flattened out and the gun barked viciously. Sand stung his face and in a panic he rolled over into the low place behind him and, grabbing his rifle, broke into a run, dodging into the brush even as she topped the rise where he had been lying.
Ash shouted at her, but Paula was beyond reason, firing wildly. Monte hit shelter behind a boulder, then heard Paula scream once more, the gun sounded again and he looked back. They were standing on the rise, struggling furiously, with Paula clawing at his face. But then Ash was backing away, and he had the gun.