At a table were three men, obviously cowhands.
“Rye,” Shadow said, “for two.”
The bartender reached down for a bottle without taking the other arm off the bar and came up with the bottle and two glasses. He put the glasses down and poured, all with his left hand.
Galloway glanced at him thoughtfully, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “Good country around here,” he said, speaking to Shadow. “I can see why Tell liked it.”
“Tell?” The bartender asked. “You don’t mean Tell Sackett?”
“I do mean him.” Galloway said. “You know him?”
“Sure do … and a good man, too. You mean to say he’s been in this country?”
“Several years back. Fact is, Tyrel rode through here one time, too. He’d taken off and was riding around the country, before he got married. And his pa was here long before that, back around 1840.”
One of the men at the table, a pugnacious, curly-baked boy of about Galloway’s age turned sharply around. “1840? There was nobody here that early.”
“My uncle,” Galloway said, “was a mountain man. He came down from the north with some other trappers, hunting beaver peltries. He described all of this country to us.”
“As a matter of fact,” Shadow commented, “there were many here earlier than that. Rivera was up here as early as 1769, and Father Escalante traveled right through here when he was looking for a trail to Monterey, in California.”
The young man looked sullen. “I never heard of that. I don’t believe it.”
“Your privilege,” Shadow said. “I realize that education is hard to come by in this part of the country.”
The young man had started to turn back to his table. Now he turned sharply around. “What do you mean by that? You sayin’ I got no education?”
Nick Shadow smiled. “Of course not. I assumed you were a rather bright young man, and you assumed I was mistaken about Rivera and Escalante. No doubt we were both mistaken.”
Shadow turned his back on him, and Galloway said to the bartender, who was trying to hide a smile. “I’m hunting my brother. He got away from the ‘Paches away down south of here and headed into the mountains. He’d be in mighty bad shape. Have you heard anything of such a man?”
“No. And I would have heard, I’m sure. There aren’t many people around here. There’s the Dunn outfit you were just talking to, and there’s Lute Pitcher … he’s got a place a couple of miles over in the hills beyond the river.”
“If he shows up, lend a hand. I’ll stand good for anything he wants.”
The curly-headed man looked around. He had the feeling he had been made a fool of and it rankled. “An’ who’ll stand good for you?”
Galloway Sackett smiled. “Just me. I think that’s enough.”
“I don’t think it is,” the curly-haired one said, “I don’t think that’s enough at all.”
“It is for me,” the bartender said calmly. “Sackett is a respected name.” And then he added, “Curly, I’d let it alone if I were you.”
Curly Dunn got to his feet. “You ain’t me, and I don’t think much of the name of Sackett.” He put his gaze on Galloway. “You want to make something out of that?”
Galloway grinned. “When I do, you’ll be the first to know.”
He turned to Shadow. “Shall we ride?”
They started for the door, and Curly Dunn shouted after them. “If you’re thinkin’ of land in this country, you’d better think again. This here is Dunn country!”
Galloway turned. “Are you Dunn?”
“You’re durned tootin’ I am!”
“Glad to hear it. I’m just beginning.” He went out and let the door swing to behind him. Crossing the street to the general store they entered, buying what supplies they needed. The owner of the store was a slender young man, loose-jointed and friendly.
“My first business,” he said. “Pa, he doesn’t think I can cut the mustard, but he offered to set me up. Well, I’d saved some, and the rest I borrowed under my own name. I plan to succeed without his help.
“Not,” he added, “that there’s trouble between us. It’s just that I wanted to make it without his help.” He grinned. “All I need is more customers.”
“We’re moving into this country,” Galloway said. “We mean to run cattle.”
Johnny Kyme glanced at him. “Have you talked to the Dunns about that? They say this is Dunn country.”
“We met Curly over yonder,” Galloway said dryly. “He sort of led us to believe they figured thataway, but we sort of left the thought with him that we figured to stick around.”
Galloway explained about Flagan. “If he shows up, give him whatever he wants. It’s good.”
They made camp that night in a hollow alongside the rushing waters of the La Plata, with a scattering of aspen about them.
When they had their blankets spread Galloway pulled off his boots and placed them carefully beside him and within easy reach. “I take it kindly, Nick, that you’ve come along with me.”
“I like to ride lonesome country. It’s built in me, I guess.”
“You born in a castle, and all, I’d figure you for the big towns.”
“It wasn’t my castle, Sackett. My father owned it and had the title. My mother was the daughter of a younger son who had gone off to sea, lost a leg in a sea battle and came back to set himself up as a woodworker.
“My father had two legitimate sons who looked nothing like him, nor acted it, either. I was his image. His wife met me outside the town once where I was exercising a horse for a man. She asked me to leave the country. My mother had passed on, and I’d no taste for woodworking, and she explained to me that I was too much like her husband not to cause comment. She said she loved her husband, and she offered to give me a good sum of money if I’d leave.
“Well, I’d been wanting just that, though doubtful if I’d ever get it. I’d gone to good schools, but had no taste for business. So I thanked her, took the money and came to America.
“I’ve never told anyone else that, and probably never will again.”
“How about your grandpa?”
“He hated to see me go, but he would have done the same. I’d have come to nothing there, unless it was trouble. I wrote to him, sent him money when I had it. He died a few years ago. The countess wrote and explained, asking if I wished to come back. One of her sons had been killed when he was thrown from a horse. Another got in trouble and left the country, and the third was not a well man.”
“You could go back.”
Shadow nodded. “She said my father would make me legitimate, which might mean I’d inherit. I’m no longer cut out for it, Sackett. This is my country. Besides, I’d have trouble back east. There was a little affair in Missouri, a corpse and cartridge occasion … his family was prominent and they would like to find me.”
Neither man spoke for some time, and Shadow smoked in silence, then put out his pipe and crawled into his blankets.
“Sackett,” Shadow said suddenly, “you’ve got to see the high country around here to believe it. There is nothing more fantastically beautiful. There are towering peaks, valleys no white man has ever seen, and streams that run to God knows where. I’ve seen the Alps and the Pyrenees, but there’s nothing anywhere like these mountains.”
Galloway was silent. Somewhere out in these mountains, perhaps even within a few miles, Flagan was fighting for his life, for his very existence. Slowly he began once more, trying to picture in his brain what must have been happening.
Flagan was a good runner, and he was always in excellent shape. He would have made good time, gotten enough of a lead so they would have a hard time catching up. Food would be harder to come by, but in the mountains they had often rustled their own food.
Somehow Flagan would survive. He must survive.
Chapter VI
For just awhile I lay there shivering in the cold. It was in that last hour before dawn, judging by the few stars I could see. My muscles were stiff and sore, and my feet hurt. I pulled myself painfully to a sitting position and took a slow look around my little island.
The only sound was the rustle of falling water, just loud enough to make it hard to hear anything else that might be stirring around. And then, far off over the mountains, I heard the deep rumble of thunder.
The last thing I wanted right now was a rainstorm, me without any clothes, and cold as all get out. Worst of all, I seemed to be trapped in this place and from the looks of the cave walls around me the water in here sometimes rose several feet higher than I could stand. It didn’t even have to rain right here to make trouble for me. The water coming down that waterfall I could hear would pour into this basin.