she owes me money. Now she's a mean old woman and she's got some mean cowhands and I'd like to hire you to go out there and collect for me.'
'What's the matter with Spivey there? He looks like a man who's bit into a sour pickle with a sore tooth. He'd be just the man to tackle an old woman.'
Spivey slammed his bottle on the bar. 'Look, you!' He was so mad he spluttered.
'Spivey,' I said, 'you got to wait your turn. I'm in a coffee-drinkin' mood now, an' right contented to be in out of the rain. I'll take care of you when I get around to it an' not a moment sooner.'
'There's fifty dollars in it,' Flanner added, 'and you don't have to shoot unless shot at. I'll even give you a badge to wear, so's it's official.'
'Right now I need some sleep,' I said, 'and I ain't about to crawl back in a saddle until daybreak. How far's it out there?'
'About seven miles. It's a big, old house. The biggest an' the oldest around here.' Flanner's eyes were bland. 'It is an easy fifty, if you want it' He paused. 'By the way ... what shall I call you?'
'Logan ... Logan will do.'
'All right, Logan, I'll see you in the morning. Boys,' he struggled to his feet, getting the crutches under his shoulders, 'lay off Mister Logan. I want him around to talk to in the morning.'
He swung away, moving easily on those crutches. He was a big man but he handled himself easily. Crippled or not, if'n I ever saw a dangerous man, this one was. Dangerous but smooth, mighty, mighty smooth!
'Don't you do it,' the girl whispered. 'Don't you help them bully that old woman.'
'Thought you was scared of her. Scared to go out there?'
'She shoots. She's got herself a Sharps Fifty an' she will hit anything she shoots at. They're trying to take her ranch away. It's him an' them nesters. They were Johnny-come-latelies, all trying to move in on that old lady just because she's old, alone, and got the best land anywhere around.'
'Are you from here?'
'Not really. My pa was one of the nesters. Pa was an honest man but he never done well. Everything he put a hand to seemed to turn sour. He wasn't much of a manager when it came to money, and he never worked no harder than the law allowed.'
'There was just the two of us. Pa picked himself a piece of prairie land and tried to prove up, but the land he plowed mostly blew away and no rain came and pa took to hitting the bottle. One night coming home he fell off his horse and come morning he had pneumonia.'
'I taken a job keepin' house for Spud Tavis and his youngsters, only it turned out what Spud was hunting was a woman for himself and not a housekeeper. He got almighty mean, so I got into a buckboard and came into town.'
'How old are you?'
'Sixteen. Mister Logan,' her voice lowered so only he could hear, 'it may sound a hard thing, but if pa had to go I'm glad it was right then. Pa was going to sell something he knew to Flanner.'
'About the Empty outfit?'
'Pa knew a way in. When we first came into this country we boarded a cowhand who'd worked for her. He got scared an' quit, buffaloed by Flanner's men, but before he left the country he told pa one night about a way he knew to come into the Empty outfit from behind.
'It was an Injun trail, and he come on it one time huntin' strays. It had been used a time or two, year ago. He found some sign of that, and he reckoned it was that gun-slinging kid of Talon's ... Milo.'
'Milo Talon? He's kin to the old woman out yonder?'
'Son. There's another boy, too, only he went off to foreign parts. Seems they had kinfolk in Canada and France. This cowhand was quite a talker, and him an' pa had knowed each other back in West Virginny.'
'Your pa knew about a trail into the back of the Empty? Did he ever tell Flanner?'
'I don't think so. He figured we had to pull out and we needed a road-stake. He figured he might get a hundred dollars for it, an' we could go on to Californy or Oregon, but pa never did have no luck. That horse dropped him an' he taken sick to his death.'
'That cowhand, where did he go?'
She shrugged. 'He taken out. That's six, eight months ago.'
'What's your name, girl?'
'I'm Pennywell Farman.'
'Pennywell, I've got no money to speak of. I can't send you nowhere, but we might get you to that Em Talon. She might like to have somebody to he'p out now and again.'
'We'd never get in. She'll shoot you, mister. These folks been after her place, and she'll let nobody close.'
My eyes taken a look around that room and nobody seemed to be paying us no mind. All the same, I knew they were trying to listen and that they hadn't forgotten us. Pennywell went to spooning soup, and I gave thought to the fix she was in.
Me, I was a drifting man, and there was nothing around here I wanted. Right now I was figuring on wintering in Brown's Hole. I had to get shut of this girl and leave her some place she'd be safe.
I'd no idea of taking Flanner's offer. That was just a mite of stalling to get trouble off my back until I could get my horse rested and a meal in me. Seemed our only chance was that old lady yonder.
'Pennywell, when that cowhand was a-talkin' to your pa, what were you doin'?'
'Sleeping.'
'Now, Penny, if I'm to help you, you got to help me. I don't figure to get myself killed, and it might be you could help that old lady. Don't you recall what that cowhand said about that trail through the back?'
She gave me a long, thoughtful look. 'I think you're a good man, Mister Logan, or I'd say nothing. I think maybe I could find that trail if you'd help.'
Suddenly the outer door burst open and a big man stood framed in the doorway. Len Spivey turned to look, then began to grin.
'Lookin' for your girl, Spud? There she is ... with that stranger.'
When that door opened I recognized trouble. That big man was surely on the prod and he came into the room like he figured to smash everything in sight. He was big, he was wet, and he was hoppin' mad.
'You, there! What d'you mean runnin' off with my rig? I got a notion to see you jailed for stealin' horses. You git up out o' there an' git back to the buckboard. Soon's I have a drink we'll be drivin' back home. What you need is a taste of the strap!'
'I quit!' Pennywell said firmly. 'I went to care for your children, Spud Tavis, and to cook for them and you, but that was all, and you knowed it. You got no right to come after me thisaway!'
'By the Lord Harry, I'll show you what!'
'You heard the lady,' I said mildly. 'She's quit you. You're no kin to her an' you've got no rights in the matter, so leave her alone.'
He reached for the girl and when he did I just kind of slapped his arm away. It caught him unexpected and spun him so's he had to take a step to keep balance.
He caught himself, his features flushed with anger, and turned on me. He had a big, thick, hairy fist and he drew it back to throw a punch, but as he stepped forward there was an instant when his foot was off the ground and I let go with a sweeping, sidewise move of my foot that swept his foot over and up. He staggered and fell, hitting the floor with a bump.
He got up fast, I'll give him that. For a man of his heft he was quick, and he came right at me.
Me, I never so much as moved from my chair, only hooked my toe around the leg of the chair at the end of the table. He taken a lunge at me and I kicked the chair into his path and he came down across it, all sprawled out.
'Something the matter?' I asked. 'Seems like you're kind of unsteady.'
He got up more slowly, but he let his hand close over one of the broken chair legs. 'Better get back against the wall,' I told Pennywell, 'from here on this is going to get rough.'
This time he was cautious. He came toward me slowly, gripping the club in his right hand; he raised it a mite more than shoulder high and poised to strike. But this time I was on my feet. He didn't know much about stick fighting and his one idea was to bash in my skull. He struck down and hard. Blocking the downcoming blow with my
