Last Stand at Saber River - Leonard Elmore John (бесплатная регистрация книга TXT) 📗

For some time the line of riders was out of sight, low on the slope now and beyond the bank of willow trees. Janroe waited, watching, judging where they would cross the river and appear out of the tree shadows. They would be Kidston riders, Janroe was certain of that. He wondered if he should call Cable. No, wait, Janroe decided. Act natural and just let things happen.

There were six of them. Janroe recognized Duane Kidston at once: Duane sitting a tall bay horse with one hand on his thigh, a riding quirt hanging from his wrist and his elbow extended rigidly. Duane wearing the stiff-crowned Kossuth hat squarely on his head, the brim pinned up on one side with the regimental insignia. Duane playing soldier, Janroe thought contemptuously. Pretending that he’s a man.

Have your fun, Major, Janroe thought then, not taking his eyes from Duane. Have all the fun you can. Your time’s about run out.

Briefly he noted the five men with Duane: Bill Dancey, the solemn, bearded one close to Duane’s right; then the two Dodd brothers, Austin and Wynn. They had been here only once before but Janroe remembered them well, the brothers of one of the men Cable had killed. Austin and Wynn Dodd, one light, the other dark, but both with angular, expressionless faces. Janroe remembered their eyes; they watched you coldly, impersonally, as if you were a thing that couldn’t look back at them.

Janroe was not sure if he had ever seen the two other riders before. He watched these two veer off midway across the yard and circle to the back of the store.

Moments later the two Cable children, Clare and Davis, came running around from the back yard. Then, seeing the four riders approaching the platform, they stopped and stood watching, their eyes wide with curiosity.

“Where is he?” Duane asked.

“Inside.” Janroe moved nearer the edge of the platform.

“Get him out.”

“What for?”

“That’s my business.”

“You want to kill him?”

“Duane’s got things to say to him,” Dancey said then.

Janroe’s eyes moved to the bearded man. “I wouldn’t want to think I fetched him to be killed.”

“We’re not going to kill him,” Dancey said.

“That would be an awful thing to have on your conscience,” Janroe said. “Calling a man to be killed in front of his children.”

Dancey shook his head. “You’ve got my word.”

“And with his wife here too,” Janroe said. “I couldn’t ever face her again.”

“Mr. Janroe,” Duane said, “if you don’t get him out here, you can be assured we will.”

Janroe looked past the men to the Cable children. His eyes settled on Clare.

“Honey, go tell your daddy there’s some men here to see him.”

Clare hesitated, but Davis pushed her and she ran up the steps to the platform, holding close to the wall as she ran by Janroe and into the store.

“Fine youngsters,” Janroe said pleasantly. “He’s got three of them.” Duane wasn’t listening. He glanced at Dancey. Then Dancey and the Dodd brothers dismounted and came up the steps to the loading platform. Duane remained in his saddle.

“Where is he?” Dancey asked.

“Upstairs a few minutes ago.”

“He mention what happened last night?”

“Not a word.” Janroe’s tone indicated only mild interest. “What did?”

“About Lorraine-”

“No!” Janroe’s face showed surprise, then an eager curiosity. “What happened?”

But Dancey’s gaze moved beyond him. Janroe turned. He heard the steps on the plank floor then Cable, wearing his Walker Colt, was standing in the doorway. Janroe saw Martha and the little girl a few steps behind him.

“Take off that gun,” Dancey said.

Cable looked from Dancey to the Dodd brothers-to Austin, the dark one, who was a step nearer than Wynn-then back to Dancey.

“What’s this about?”

“Take it off,” Dancey said again. “You’re covered front and back.”

Cable heard the quick steps behind him. He seemed about to turn, but he hesitated. The two riders who had circled the adobe had entered by the back door and had waited for Cable behind the counter. Now one of them pulled the Walker from its holster. Feeling it, Cable glanced over his shoulder. He saw the second man standing close to Martha.

As Cable turned back to Dancey, Austin Dodd moved. He stepped in bringing his balled left hand up from his side. Before Cable saw it coming the fist slammed into his face. He fell against the door frame, went to his hands and knees with his head down and close to the platform boards. Austin Dodd followed through. His right hand came up with his Colt, his thumb already hooking back the hammer.

“Hold on!” Dancey stepped in front of him. “We didn’t come here for that.” He looked out at Duane Kidston angrily. “You’d have let him, wouldn’t you?”

“Austin has his own reason,” Duane said. “Stopping him wouldn’t be any of my business.”

“We didn’t come here to satisfy Austin,” Dancey grunted.

Duane stared at the bearded foreman. “I’m beginning to wonder why I brought you.”

“You wouldn’t’ve if Vern had been around. You said you wanted to talk to this man. That’s all.”

“I’m going to.”

“But you’d have let Austin kill him.”

“It wasn’t your brother Cable shot down,” Duane said flatly. “That’s the difference.”

“He took him in a fair fight.”

“We’re not even sure of that. All we know is Joe Bob and Royce came home facedown over their saddles,” Duane said. “And it wasn’t your daughter he-”

Duane stopped. His eyes went to Cable who was still on one knee, but watching Duane now.

“Get him up.”

Dancey moved aside. He said, “Go ahead,” and stepped back to the edge of the platform near Janroe. The Dodd brothers pulled Cable to his feet. They planted themselves close to him, each holding an arm with both hands. Cable stood quietly, making no attempt to free himself. Behind him, Dancey could see Martha and the little girl in the square of light formed by the doorway. Martha seemed calm, Dancey judged. But you couldn’t tell about women. The little girl was afraid. And the little boy-Dancey’s gaze moved to the steps where Davis was squatting now-he’s wondering what they’re doing to his pa and he wouldn’t believe it if somebody told him.

Duane called, “Jimmie!” and one of the men who’d covered Cable from behind came out to the platform. Duane raised his reins, then dropped them and the man came down; but not until he’d picked up the reins did Duane dismount. He stepped down stiffly, straightened his coat, then walked around to the steps and up to the platform, past Davis without even glancing at him though he touched him with his riding quirt, in a gesture of brushing the boy aside.

His full attention was on Cable now. Duane stepped squarely in front of him, close to him, and stood for some moments in silence, his legs apart and his hands fisted on his hips. But before he spoke his hands dropped to his sides.

“I should let Austin kill you,” Duane said. “But I can’t do it. God knows everyone here would be better off for it, but I can’t pass final judgment on a mortal man, not even after he’s done what you did.”

“What did I do?” Cable asked, not with surprise or indignation, but calmly, wondering what had suddenly brought Duane here.

“Offended innocence,” Duane said. “You’d better keep your mouth shut. I’ve taken all of you I can stomach.”

“I asked a civil question.”

Duane’s quirt came up and lashed across Cable’s face. “And I said shut up!” He stepped back as Cable twisted to free himself. Wynn Dodd stumbled to one knee and Cable almost broke away, but Austin forced Cable’s right arm behind his back and jerked up on it.

“I’ll break it!”

Cable stopped struggling. He let his breath out slowly and his body seemed to sag. His eyes went to Davis still watching him from the steps, then away from the boy quickly, back to Duane.

“Do you have to do this in front of my children?”