Longarm allowed he'd seen a few dead folks in his time, and followed the mock redhead outside. As they passed the cluster Of worried Mexican folks, he assured them in Spanish their Papacita was doing just fine. The older daughter still tagged along as he followed the fancy nursing sister across the cavernous icehouse between the rows of close-packed cots.

The Mexican gal made the sign of the cross as they approached a sad scene against the far wall. Two more nurses in fancy clothes were gathered over a nice-looking half-naked corpse. There was no mistaking unconscious from dead once a person's nose turned to wax like that. As he joined the gals over the dead Coast Guardsman, Longarm declared, 'At least a couple of hours. You'd best cover his face, ladies. He wouldn't want us looking at him as he commences to stiffen.'

One of the gals sobbed, 'He was ever so nice, even when the ague was on him, and I feel so awful about not looking at him sooner. But we thought he was asleep!'

Longarm said soothingly, 'I doubt there's much any of you ladies could have done for him had you noticed sooner, No offense, but are you ladies volunteers from town?'

The three Anglo gals exchanged blushing glances. Only one burst out laughing. To cover up, the mock redhead asked, 'Is rigor mortis when they get that silly grin on their dead faces, Doctor?'

Longarm grinned sort of silly himself, and replied, 'I ain't no sawbones. I'm a federal marshal and, like you all, just helping out as best I know how. That wild mirthless smile you just mentioned is only part of what's called rigor mortis. It commences three to six hours after death, and you'll doubtless be glad to know they go limp and peaceful again in less than seventy-two. I have to know about such things in my line of work because sometimes it helps if we can make some educated guesses as to when somebody was killed.'

He had no call to unsettle gals further with remarks about bloating, funny colors, or blowfly maggots. It made more sense to see if Norma Richards wanted the poor cuss buried before anything like that took place around here.

He said he'd tell her for them, and headed back across the icehouse. That Mexican gal in white cotton frills was still with him, which seemed reasonable seeing her kin were all gathered along that far side. He found her less reasonable when she asked him, in Spanish, if he had any notion what those painted and fancy-dressed Anglo gals really were.

He answered severely, 'At the moment they seem to be acting as the only medical staff under the one Professional in this improvised fever ward. The respected physicians and no doubt a lot of the other respectable citizens of this town have all run away like rabbits. So why don't we just call those braver women nurses for now, and save ourselves the worry of what they might or might not do for a living on other occasions?'

She blushed but didn't answer, or back down as far as he could tell, as they passed a sweat-soaked form in a bed croaking, 'Agua, Por favor. Estoy mareado. Pero no puedo dormir.'

Longarm nodded and told the Mexican gal, 'There you go. Those ladies you've been low-rating might not know this gent's asking for a drink of water, and could likely need more help than that right now. I'll go tell Doc Richards he's feeling dizzy and restless. Why don't you go back and tell them other gals he needs some water poco tiempo?'

She said she would. Longarm continued on past her kin with a nod, ducked back inside, and said, 'That redhead was right about the Coast Guardsman. There's a Mex out yonder croaking for water and complaining he's too dizzy to get up and too restless to lie down. What do you want me to do for him, Doc?'

She went on bandaging the groggy Mexican farmer's knee as she replied, 'I could use some help with that heavy Saratoga, Custis. But once it's in here I can manage, if I'm right about the quinine sulfate.'

As he turned to go he heard her murmur, 'If I'm wrong, I don't know what I'll do.'

Longarm ducked out into the bright morning sunlight, half blinded but surprised at how cool it felt next to that steamy stink inside. South Texas did tend to stay pleasant for a few days after a nasty storm. The air smelled more of sea foam than mosquito swamp right now. He wondered if that was going to rid Escondrijo of this fever outbreak. Sometimes a change in the weather helped. Sometimes it didn't. He wasn't packing a badge to worry about such matters all that much.

He untethered the mules and led them, along with the wagon, around to the slot of shade between the icehouse and a smaller warehouse to its north, explaining, 'We were in a hurry with that gator victim, amigos. I know you're both anxious to get out of those traces and put yourselves around some fodder and water. I'll be dropping you off at the address La Bruja gave me in just a few more minutes. So just bear with me till I tote old Norma's trunk inside and find out where she's stored my own shit, hear?'

Neither brute was in any position to argue as he tethered them again, reset the wagon brake, and slid the heavy trunk out the back of the wagon box.

As he carried it back inside on his back, the older of the Mexican kids came to join him, offering to help. So Longarm let him. Aside from not wanting to show off, he didn't want to insult a macho ten-year-old by implying he needed no help from such a squirt.

So, between them, they had the Saratoga trunk over by old Norma about the time she'd slid some of the sheeting out of the way to let everyone else at Papacito. The mangled Mexican was sitting up, though a mite green around the gills, as everyone said how brave he'd just been, unconscious Or not.

The matronly Anglo doctor fell upon her trunk with ill-disguised glee, saying, 'I know for a fact I packed fresh full-strength quinine sulfate among my other Supplies. Lord knows how I'll get more, on such short notice, should that prove to be the answer.'

Longarm suggested, 'I could wire the Rangers in Corpus Christi for more medical supplies, seeing I got to wire in a progress report this morning in any case, Miss Norma.'

She shook her head. 'No, you can't. Did you think that I was on my own like this because I enjoy sweating? The wires were swept away in that storm last night. I did get off one overly optimistic report when I first arrived. I had half as many fever victims to worry about and plenty of quinine to fight it with, so I thought!'

Longarm grimaced. 'Didn't have all that many answers to wire Billy Vail yet anyways. I'd best carry that borrowed rig and team over where I promised I would. You can tell me about my own saddle and such when I come back from that and mayhaps a few other morning errands.'

La Bruja had written down the name and address of a small chandler's shop down the quay from the regular steamer landing. With no steamers in port the quay was nearly deserted as Longarm drove along it, the mules cropping and wheels rolling crisply on the oak-block paving. There were a dozen-odd Mexican fishing luggers tied up at the south end, with some smaller cat boats hauled up on the mud just beyond. He found a row of modest

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