be. Do you know how to twitter like a horned lark?'

The breed kid proved she could by doing so. But then she told him she didn't think any horned larks would be this far off their usual prairie range.

Longarm nodded and said, 'That's why I chose such a signal. It's possible to hear grassland birds up here amid all this tanglewood, but unlikely enough to make for a handy code whistle. Horn-lark me once if you see those other riders doing anything. Whistle twice if they seem to be searching for us. Three whistles will mean they're getting warm. Now git! I don't know how much time we have to get set for whatever.'

Matty nodded and scampered off through the dappled shade, a gun in each hand. Longarm took off his jacket and hung it on a thorny bow-wood branch, along with his hat. Then he got down on his belly to lizard through the sticker-brush with the Yellowboy cradled in his elbows until he had a clear field of fire down the far-from-clear northern slopes.

Putting himself in the boots or moccasins of someone trying to work his way up through all that tanglewood, he decided on the three best ways to creep. That wasn't saying some son of a bitch with a different view of this knoll couldn't plan an entirely different approach. But a man with fifteen rounds in an antiquated repeater had to start with some damned plan.

He levered a round into the hitherto empty chamber, and slid another round into the magazine, making that sixteen rounds to work with. He could only hope that would be enough.

He'd just told himself not to be such an old fuss when Minerva Cranston spotted his boot heels sticking out the other side of his thorny green tunnel and gasped, 'Oh, there you are. Custis, I feel so helpless and I'm so scared! What's going on out there?'

He could only reply, 'Nothing. As the morning warms up you don't hear half as much skittering. There's a red- tail circling off to the northeast above another wooded rise. That's about the size of it. Not even an interesting cloud to ponder, as far as the eye can see.'

She got down on her hands and knees to crawl forward through the brush, catching her thinly clad rump in a thorn and bitching about it.

Longarm laughed, not unkindly, and observed, 'That was the first thing they warned us about when I was a young and foolish recruit. Green troops always seem to know enough to keep their heads down. So a soldier's first wound, if it ain't fatal, is likely to be undignified. Lay flat in the dirt and sort of slither your hips as you walk on your elbows. Why do you want to move this deep in the brush to begin with?'

She worked her way up his left flank as she panted, 'I told you. I'm scared skinny and you have that gun. And, as I tried to tell you earlier, there's a reason, if not an excuse, for the silly way I tend to behave when I'm upset. Don't you want to know why I was so... forward last night in that tipi?'

He didn't, but as he'd learned aboard many a stagecoach or steamboat, there was no stopping a woman once she'd decided to tell you the story of her life, and what the hell, that fool hawk wasn't up yonder to admire now.

Minerva said she'd been about Matty's age, feeling just as put upon, when she'd run off from her strict upbringing with a handsome drifter called Ace. She said she hadn't known he was a gambling man with a drinking problem until they wound up stranded in a fleabag hotel over in Dodge.

Reflecting that the childish Matty might be dumb enough to fall for a saddle tramp called Ace, Longarm gently asked how come he'd gotten the impression she'd first come west as an employee of the B.I.A.

Minerva answered simply, 'I left a few things off my civil service application. How does a spinster qualify herself as a schoolteacher by declaring she finally left a depraved brute after he'd offered a night in bed with her as table stakes in Laredo?'

Longarm calmly asked who'd won.

She laughed bitterly and said, 'I didn't wait to find out. The older and probably wiser gambler Ace propositioned wanted to hear I approved of the wager, as he put it, before he bet hard cash.'

Her voice dropped almost to a whisper as she continued, half to herself. 'They called him Baltimore, and I guess I never got to thank him properly. After I got hysterical, and they'd carried Ace across the street to the infirmary, Baltimore led me firmly but gently to the boat landing and put me on a riverboat bound for Brownsville. He gave me some money and told me he'd take care of everything there in Laredo. I guess he did. I never tried to find out. I knew Ace had only been pistol-whipped, and I was afraid that if he ever got me back in his power there might not be a Baltimore the next time.'

Longarm nodded soberly and said, 'I've heard similar tales from parlor-house gals who weren't so lucky. If I live to be a hundred I will never understand how nice gals from gentle homes manage to pass up all the nice young neighborhood gents in favor of some weak-chinned self-styled roughneck calling himself Ace, Duke, or Frenchy. I reckon a total stranger who needs a bath is more exciting than the boy next door, eh?'

Minerva sighed and said, 'Ace smelled of larkspur lotion and put on a fresh shirt every day when we were in the money. There were times we were too broke for that. The gambling life means steak with champagne some nights, with beer and beans more often.'

'Sounds mighty glamorous,' Longarm muttered dryly.

Minerva said, 'I liked it best when we were broke. That was when Ace seemed to pay the most attention to me. When we were in the money he stayed up half the night and came to bed too tired to... you know.'

Longarm muttered, 'I told you I'd heard the same story many, many times. A bum with nothing better to do is naturally going to spend way more time playing slap and tickle with his gal than a gent with a job to go to. Why are you telling me all this, Miss Minerva? You got away from the useless rascal just in time, didn't you?'

She answered simply, 'No. Not all the way. There have naturally been other men since. Some of them fine men. What you'd describe as the boy next door. I haven't been able to feel anything for any of them. I think it's because I feel so... safe with them. I know you don't have any idea of what I'm talking about, but...'

'Aw, I ain't that ignorant,' Longarm told her. 'I check out books from the Denver Public Library when I'm low on pocket change near payday. I've read about them Vienna alienist doctors who worry about what folks are really thinking when they talk sort of loco en la cabeza. You're confounded about feeling hot around menfolk because a poor excuse for a man broke you in bass-akwards!'

She protested, 'Custis, Ace and I never went in for anything all that perverse. We just made sweet love a lot when things seemed to be going bad for us. I remember this time in Cheyenne when Ace and I were waiting for a

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