“Where?” Virgil said.
“Come this way,” Pony said. “Appaloosa.”
“He’d attack the town?” I said.
“Maybe not,” Pony said. “Maybe small ranch, maybe homesteader. Maybe posse come out after them; maybe they attack town.”
“While the posse’s out roaming the plains,” I said.
“Si.”
“He ask you to join him?” I said.
“Si.”
“And you didn’t,” I said.
Pony shook his head.
“How’d he take that?” I said.
“He say I am traitor to Chiricahua people,” Pony said. “I say I go with him, I am traitor to myself.”
“So, how you want to handle this,” Virgil said.
“I cannot kill my brother,” Pony said.
Virgil nodded.
“He kill you?” Virgil said.
“No,” Pony said.
“So, we stop him and don’t kill him,” Virgil said.
“Cannot go to jail,” Pony said.
“Stop him, don’t kill him, turn him loose,” Virgil said.
“Won’t he go right back to it?” I said.
“Maybe will,” Pony said.
“What do we do ’bout that?” I said.
“Be Pony’s call,” Virgil said.
“How bad is the raiding?” I said.
“Burn, torture,” Pony said. “Scare white men.”
“Don’t abide no torture,” Virgil said.
The sun had set. But the western sky was still light, and it was still darker in the shadow of the rock than it was on the prairie. We sat silently in our saddles. The horses were cropping the meager grass near the rock.
“You with them for any raids?” Virgil said.
“With them, not raid,” Pony said.
“Army after them?” Virgil said.
“Yes, but not close,” Pony said.
The horses moved slowly, looking for grass. We let them move. The sky to the west continued to darken very slowly.
After a time Virgil said, “How soon you figure they’ll get here?”
“I left them two days ago,” Pony said.
Again we were quiet. The only sound was the movement of the horses as they grazed.
“We can’t let them do it,” Virgil said.
“What about Kah-to-nay?” I said.
“We do what we can for him,” Virgil said. “But we need to stop him.”
Neither Pony nor I said anything.
“You okay with that, Pony?” Virgil said.
“Si.”
“You gonna be involved?” Virgil said.
“Spring in hollow near rock,” Pony said. “I stay here. See them come, I ride in, tell you.”
“You gonna be with us when the balloon goes up?” Virgil said.
“Be with you,” Pony said. “Not kill Chiricahua.”
“So, what will you do?” I said.
“Maybe keep Chiricahua from kill you,” Pony said.
37
YOU HELP these two renegades escape,” Callico said. “And now you come asking me to round them up for you?”
“Giving you information,” Virgil said.
“Which I take to be bullshit,” Callico said. “Who are we fighting here? Alexander the Great?”
“They’ll lure the fighters out of town,” I said. “And come in behind you, and tear the place up.”
“Sure thing,” Callico said. “So we stay in here and let them loose on the farms and ranches. Won’t that look good.”
“Bring the small outfits in,” Virgil said. “Big ones, like Laird, can take care of themselves.”
“Well, isn’t that dandy,” Callico said. “I hide here in town with the homesteaders, and let the important land- owners fight their own battles.”
“For crissake, Callico,” I said. “This ain’t about the next election.”
“You hadn’t gone up to Resolution and warned ’em,” Callico said, “wouldn’t be having this problem.”
Virgil stood.
“Nice talking with you, Amos,” he said.
He turned and left, and I went with him.
As we walked up Main Street, Virgil said, “Horse’s ass.”
“Thinks it’s his chance to be a hero of the Indian wars,” I said.
“Like Custer,” Virgil said.
“Just like that,” I said.
“Couple ways this could go,” Virgil said.
I nodded.
“They can lure Callico out of town and come in and chew up what he’s left behind.”
“Or,” Virgil said, “they can lure him out and cut him to ribbons like they did to Custer up in Montana.”
“Or both,” I said.
Virgil stopped and looked at me and thought about it, and nodded.
“Yeah,” he said. “I was Kah-to-nay I’d do both. While I had them chasing after me out on the plains I’d come in here and fuck up the town. I’d let a few people escape so they’d run to Callico.”
“And when Callico come roaring back into town with blood in his eye, you’d have a spot picked out, and you’d ambush him,” I said.
“Both birds with one shot,” Virgil said.
“If Kha-to-nay’s that smart,” I said.
“Don’t know ’bout Kah-to-nay,” Virgil said. “But Callico’s that stupid.”
“He is,” I said. “So, what do we do?
“We stay in town,” Virgil said. “Can’t be leaving Allie and Laurel alone.”
“Might take more’n you and me,” I said.
Virgil grinned.
“Most things don’t,” he said.
“Two dozen Apache warriors?” I said.
“Might be time to have a talk with General Laird,” Virgil said.
“Providing he don’t shoot us on sight,” I said.
“He’s got Chauncey Teagarden for that,” Virgil said.
“And Chauncey ain’t ready yet.”
“How do you know he ain’t ready?” I said.
