“They don’t come,” Speck said.
Virgil looked at me and smiled faintly.
“Fee a big one?” I said.
“Substantial,” Speck said.
“Thinking you could get the same service for less?” I said.
“Yes,” Speck said. “We been talking ’bout that, seein’ as you boys done it twice already.”
“’Cause you wouldn’t pay Callico’s safeguard money,” Virgil said.
“Yes, Buford and I agreed it was extortion, and refused to pay.”
“Which is why you had to hire us when Nicky Laird run off your shotgun lookout.”
“Yes. And it’s why I brought Buford to you. And it’s why all of us are here now. We all chip in. We post them rules of yours in our establishments. You’ll be here, and if there’s any trouble anyplace, they’ll send for you, and you come running. We get safety. You get money.”
“There enough trouble?” Virgil said. “We come cheaper than Callico. But we ain’t cheap.”
“We’ll guarantee you a year,” Speck said. “There’s enough trouble. More since you left. More since the police stopped showing up. And more as the town gets bigger. And more since General Laird took over Bragg’s place.”
“He the Lazy L?” I said.
“He is,” Speck said. “But Nicky mostly runs it.”
“Couple things to think about,” Virgil said.
“I know we can meet your price,” Speck said.
Everybody at the table agreed.
“Good,” Virgil said. “’Nother thing is, Everett and me do this, sooner or later we gonna have to kill somebody.”
Nobody said anything.
“Anybody care ’bout that?” Virgil said.
Speck looked at the other men around the table, then at Virgil. No one appeared to care.
“You boys should do what you need to do,” he said. Virgil nodded slowly and looked at me.
“Everett?” he said.
“Not like we got something else to do,” I said.
Virgil kept nodding. He looked back at Speck.
“Okay,” he said.
Later we sat on the front porch of the Boston House admiring the rainwashed air.
“Smells nice after it rains,” Virgil said.
“Um-hm.”
Virgil tilted his chair onto its back two legs and allowed it to balance there, its back resting against the hotel wall.
“You thinking?” he said.
“Yep.”
“’Bout Callico?” Virgil said.
“Yep.”
Virgil nodded. He allowed the chair to rock slightly on its rear legs, the back tapping lightly against the wall.
“Me, too,” he said.
“Ain’t gonna like us taking away his safeguard business,” I said.
“True,” Virgil said.
“We kill somebody, be his chance to come after us.”
“Might,” Virgil said.
“Other hand,” I said. “If Stringer’s right, Callico’s after bigger things when statehood comes.”
“So, he might not want to open up the fee question,” Virgil said.
“Might not,” I said.
“Guess we just proceed,” Virgil said. “See what comes along.”
15
VIRGIL AND I took to sitting out on the porch in front of the Boston House, the way we used to sit on the porch outside the jail, when we were the law in Appaloosa. Mostly we sat and watched the life on Main Street. It was handy to everybody we were supposed to be protecting. It was pleasant, especially since Appaloosa hadn’t been all that rambunctious since we signed on. And now and then, Tilda would come out of the saloon to pour us some coffee.
“Appears to be a parade,” Virgil said.
I looked down Main Street and saw Amos Callico coming up the street with six policemen carrying Winchesters. The policemen stopped in the street and formed a semicircle facing Virgil and me.
“No drum,” I said to Virgil.
“Too bad,” Virgil said.
Callico came up the steps and sat next to Virgil on the porch.
“You boys are costing me money,” he said softly.
“I believe we are,” Virgil said.
“I want it back,” Callico said.
“I would, too,” Virgil said. “I was you.”
“I want you boys gone by Sunday,” Callico said.
Virgil shook his head.
“You’re telling me no?” Callico said.
“I am,” Virgil said.
“You’re here after Sunday, we’ll kill you first time we see you.”
“That sound legal to you, Everett?” Virgil said.
“Don’t,” I said.
“I’m the law in this town,” Callico said. “If I do it, it’s legal.”
“Might cause you a little trouble down the line,” Virgil said. “Sheriff’s bound to look into it. Most likely it’ll be Stringer, and he don’t like you much, anyway.”
“Fuck Stringer,” Callico said.
“Everett,” Virgil said. “You think shooting a couple of famous lawmen would look good, if you was gonna run for sheriff, or gov’nor, or God, or something?”
“Might not,” I said.
Callico looked silently at both of us.
Then he said, “You may have a point there, Virgil. Maybe there’s some way we can work this out more amicably.”
Virgil looked at me.
“ ‘Amicably’?” he said.
“Friendly,” I said.
“Not sure how amicable you and me can be, Amos,” Virgil said.
Callico looked at the six policemen in the street. They were far enough away so that they couldn’t hear what was being quietly spoken. He took a deep breath.
“There’s a nice life to be lived here. Pleasant, respectable, and money to be made. There’s enough for both of us. But not if we’re on opposite sides. I’ve just started to develop this arrangement, and there’s a lot more of it to come. If you just get out of the way. I’ll give you a piece of it.”
“How big a piece?” Virgil said.
