that folks like to talk, and will tell most everything, given a chance. She had no way of knowing that I hadn't seen or heard from Orrin.
'I am afraid you have gathered the wrong impression,' she said. 'I only met your brother briefly, but I found him most attractive. As a matter of fact, that was why I came here tonight. He was to have called on us and did not, and then they told me you were here. Where is your brother?'
'I was just goin' to ask you that question, ma'am. He's a man never fails to keep an appointment, so something serious must have happened. We had some business here in town.'
'If we could help, Mr. Sackett, you have only to ask. We have many friends here.
Our people have lived in New Orleans since shortly after it was founded.'
'Must have been mighty hard on the menfolks back in those times,' I said. 'There weren't many women around. Not until they sent in the correction girls.'
Bienville, when he was governor down here and had girls sent in from France to make wives for his men, got a shipload of eighty-eight or nine girls from a prison or 'house of correction' in Paris. They were a bad lot, causing no end of trouble, so after that they shipped in some girls from the better classes, each of which was given a small chest of clothing and what not. These were a good lot of girls, serious and skilled at making a home, and they were called filles A la cassette--the casket girls.
Now as New Orleans folks have told me, nobody wanted to claim a correction girl as an ancestor, so the way it sounds all those girls died without issue, as the saying goes. And everybody who claims ancestry from those days claims a casket girl. This I knew from talk I'd heard, but I played it like I never heard of casket girls.
'No reason why some of those correction girls shouldn't have turned out all right,' I said. 'You've no reason to be shamed by it.'
Her face flushed angrily and she said sharply, 'We had nothing to do with correction girls, Mr. Sackett! The Bastons descended from a very fine family--'
'I've no doubt,' I agreed. 'Anyway, a mill doesn't turn on water that's past, and no doubt your folks are contributing a great deal to the welfare of Louisiana right now. Why, I'd say there's probably a number of upstanding citizens among them.'
From all I'd heard I knew the family had pretty much gone to seed. Philip was the only one folks seemed to respect. The others had pride, an old home, and a willingness to do anything as long as it wasn't work. One branch of the family had turned out honorable men, planters, public servants, soldiers, and the like; the other, and that was the line Andre and Fanny belonged to, had turned to gambling, spending, slave trading in the days when they could, and a lot of questionable activities.
Fanny Baston did not like me. I could see that plain, and she was very rapidly beginning to wish she'd never come here on what was, I suspected, a kind of fishing expedition.
Yet she stuck to the job, I'll give her that. 'If you have business we would be glad to help. Would you mind telling me what it is?'
Now I'd been giving thought to all of this, and it seemed to me there could be only two reasons for the Bastons getting all heated up. They were afraid we were trying to discover something or uncover something.
They'd likely not be interested unless there was money in it. Pa had taken off to the western mountains with Pierre ... for what?
It looked to me like Pierre knew, or thought he knew, where there was gold. From the fact that the trip was supposed to be a quick one, the gold must have been dug already, which meant hidden treasure.
'As a matter of fact,' I said, 'Orrin an' me were trying to trace down our pa.
He disappeared down thisaway some years back.'
'Isn't it possible that he's dead?'
'Surely is, ma'am, only we want to know. Ma's getting on in years, and she worries about it. I suspect pa went west guiding some hunters, if he didn't get himself killed right here in town. Anyway, soon's we find out we're going home.'
'To Tennessee?'
'No, ma'am. We live in New Mexico now, but we're fixing to move to Colorado and settle in the La Plata mountain country. Some of the boys are already there.
Tyrel's in Santa Fe ... unless he's on his way down here.'
'Here?' Seemed to me there was anxiety in her voice, and I guess she was wondering how many she'd have to deal with.
'Yes, ma'am. Tyrel may come, too. He's the best of the lot at uncovering things.
He's been a marshal in several towns out yonder. He's used to investigations.'
We ordered some grub and talked of this and that for a while. It was early yet, and I had time to waste until that meeting with the Tinker. If he'd sent for me it meant he'd uncovered something, and it had to be something pretty positive or he wouldn't call me.
Fanny seemed anxious to leave Orrin out of it, and she chatted away, telling stories about the French Quarter, the old homes, and the plantations. 'I'd love to show you ours,' she told me. 'It is a lovely old place, magnificent oaks with long Spanish moss trailing from them, flowers, green lawns ... it is lovely!'
'I'll bet it is,' I said, and meant it. There were some beautiful places around, and as for me, if I had to be in a city, there was no place I'd rather be in than New Orleans ... if I had time on my hands. It had beauty and it had atmosphere, and as for the mean streets, well, they added color and excitement to the town.
'You mentioned Colorado,' Fanny said. 'Where do you plan to live?'
'Like I said, some of the boys have settled on the La Plata. That's pretty much down in the southwestern corner, just beyond the San Juans.'
Well, I'm too old a fisherman not to know when I'd had a nibble, and I had one.
Just what it was about her expression I don't know, but I knew she was interested when I mentioned the San Juans.
Now that's no little string of hills. There are fourteen peaks that go up fourteen thousand feet or more, and that's some of the most rugged country in the world. When it starts to snow back in there you either light a shuck and get out fast or you dig in for the winter.
'What is it like? I have never seen a mountain.'
Well, I just looked at her, but I wasn't seeing her. I was seeing the La Plata River where it comes down from the mountain country, picking up little streams as it comes along, tumbling over the rocks, shaded by trees, chilled by the snow water, catching the color of the sky and the shadows of clouds. The stillness of beaver ponds, broken only by the widening V of a beaver swimming, mirroring the trunks of the aspen, catching the gold of the sun. Canyons quiet as the day after the earth was born, heights where the air was so clear the miles vanished and the faraway mountains of New Mexico showed themselves through the purple haze.
'Ma'am,' I said, 'I don't know what it is you are wishful for in this life, but you set down of a night and you pray to God that he'll let you walk alone across a mountain meadow when the wild flowers are blooming.
'You pray he'll let you set by a mountain stream with sunlight falling through the aspens, or that he'll let you ride across an above-timberline plateau with the strong bare peaks around you and the black thunderheads gathering around them--great, swelling rain clouds ready to turn the meadows into swamp in a minute or two ... you let him show you those things, ma'am, and you'll never miss heaven if you don't make it.
'There's majesty in those peaks, ma'am, and grandeur in the clouds, and there's a far and wonderful beauty in the distance.
'Have you never looked upon distance, ma'am? Have you never pulled up your horse where your trail drops off into a black, deep canyon? Brimful with darkness and shadow? Or seen a deer pause on the edge of a meadow and lift its head to look at you? Standing there still as the trees around you to watch it? Have you never seen the trout leaping in a still mountain lake? Ma'am, I have, and before God ... that's country!'
For a moment she sat still, looking at me. 'You are a strange man. Tell Sackett, and I don't believe I should know you long.'
She got up suddenly. 'You would ruin me for what I want, and I'd ruin you because of what I am.'
'No, ma'am, I would not ruin you for what you want because all those things you want don't amount to anything. They are just little bits of fluff and window dressing that you think will make you look better in the eyes of folks.
'You think maybe having a mite more money will build a wall around you to keep you from what's creeping up
