Mr. Devery wishes to stage a rally of his own, no one can stop him.”
Lucinda suddenly moved to the edge of the platform. “No,” she said, her voice carrying clearly. “He can speak here if he wants to.” She looked directly at Jackson Devery. “We’re not frightened of you any longer, Mr. Devery. That’s the biggest reason that Mankiller is about to change. The courage of these citizens is the reason.” She swept her hand toward the crowd. “And once we’ve elected a legitimate government, you and the others from your family will face justice for the crimes you’ve committed! You won’t be able to run roughshod over everyone in the area and extort so much money from them that they can’t even make a decent living, no matter how hard they work!” Her voice shook a little from the outrage she obviously felt. “Your day is done, Mr. Devery. Done. But…if you wish to speak…come up here. Tell the people you’ve oppressed whatever it is you want to say.”
Devery looked so mad he was ready to pop again. But he controlled it and started to stalk past Bo.
Bo moved, getting in Devery’s way and resting the barrel of his Winchester at a slant against Devery’s chest. “The lady invited you to talk, that’s all. If you start any trouble, you’ll be the first one I ventilate.”
“Get the hell out of my way,” Devery growled.
Bo stepped aside. Devery headed for the platform. Scratch pointed his rifle at the rest of the bunch.
“You hombres stay back,” he ordered.
Luke pointed at the platform and said, “Edgar and Granville and me got a right to be up there. We’re runnin’ for office, too, ain’t we?”
Bo shrugged and told his old friend, “Let them pass, I guess.” He lifted his voice. “The rest of you stay put. You can see and hear all right from where you are.”
Luke, Edgar, and a younger Devery who had to be Granville followed Jackson Devery to the platform. They climbed up the steps. The four Deverys gathered at one end, the six other candidates at the other end.
Colonel Macauley stepped to the pulpit. “All right,” he boomed to the crowd, “we’ll hear from the town council candidates first.”
Bo and Scratch stayed where they were, between the Deverys and the rest of the crowd, as the speeches began. The Texans had attended other political rallies, and what was said tonight in Mankiller wasn’t much different from the things they had heard before. One by one, Dr. Weathers, Wallace Kane, Sam Bradfield, and Harlan Green trooped up to the pulpit and promised that if they were elected, they would do their very best to serve the interests of everyone in Mankiller.
Then it was Luke’s turn. He stood there looking uncomfortable and said, “If you folks know what’s good for you, you’ll vote for me and my kin. There wouldn’t be no town here if not for us! We’ll run it right, the same way we always have!”
Then he turned the pulpit over to his cousin Granville, who looked even more nervous about speaking in front of the crowd. “Uh, you should, uh, vote for us because…because there’ll be trouble if you don’t.”
Luke gave him a sharp poke in the side and frowned at him.
Granville hurried on, “I mean, we’ll take care of all the troublemakers who come into our town and think they can get away with anything.” He turned his head to glower at Bo and Scratch. “There won’t be no more phony lawmen killin’ people right and left. Yes, sir, things’ll go back to bein’ just the way they were before, only, uh, better. Yeah, that’s it. Things’ll be better.”
Luke took hold of Granville’s collar and pulled him away from the pulpit. “That’s enough. You said your piece. Now it’s Pa’s turn.”
“Not yet,” Macauley said as he stepped forward. “First we’ll hear from the judicial candidates, starting with myself. Friends, you know my record! You know about my exemplary background as a practicing attorney in Virginia, and you know about my sterling service to the Old Dominion during the War of Northern Aggression!”
That drew a few frowns and jeers from the crowd, which included both former Confederate and Union soldiers.
“But that’s all in the past!” Macauley hurried on. “What matters is right here and now in Mankiller, Colorado, the place that all of us have chosen to call home! The place that has a chance to grow into a decent community if you good people will seize the opportunity to elect me and my companions to lead you! You have my solemn oath that should you elect me as your judge, I will see to it that the law is enforced fairly, justifiably, and honorably! I know the law, and before God, I am an honest and humble man! No more can be asked of a jurist!”
Bo wasn’t so sure about that humble business, but he figured Macauley was honest enough.
“Now,” the colonel went on, “we’ll hear from my opponent.” He motioned Edgar forward without giving him any more introduction than that.
The liveryman shuffled up to the pulpit and peered out at the crowd. “You folks know me, too,” he said. “I ain’t loud, and I don’t carry on much. But fair is fair, and I know it when I see it and I ain’t afraid to say so. I reckon you can’t ask for much more than that from a judge, neither.” He nodded and stepped back.
Bo actually thought that was a fairly impressive speech, despite its brevity. Edgar struck him as being basically honest, but he had lived in the shadow of his brother Jackson for so long and done everything that Jackson demanded of him, that he couldn’t be trusted. That was a shame, because under different circumstances, Edgar might have made a decent town councilman. Not a judge, though. He just wasn’t qualified for that.
“That just leaves the two candidates for mayor,” Macauley said. He turned to look at Devery, who jerked his head toward Lucinda.
“I don’t care what you people think of me,” Devery snapped. “I was raised to let ladies go first.”
“Such chivalry,” Macauley muttered. “A shame the other honorable virtues were not enculcated along with it.” Before Devery could make any retort, the colonel held out his hand to Lucinda. “Mrs. Bonner?”
Lucinda had lost her nervousness during her earlier outburst, and it hadn’t come back to bother her. She looked very calm and self-possessed as she stepped up.
“I’ve already said what I have to say. Now it’s up to you citizens to make the real difference. Vote tomorrow with the courage of your convictions. Thank you.”
The simple speech drew more cheers and applause than any of the others. It went on for a couple of minutes
