'Get them, dammit!Kill them!'
Guns exploded, but that young one was coming at me with that club.
Then somebody was running up on us and he turned sharp around to see, and it was Dorian who came in swinging a fist. The fellow with the club drew back for a swing, but Dorian, just like he'd fought somebody with a club before, went right into him, slugging him on the jaw, and then, as the fellow went down, Dorian grabbed me. 'Come on!' he said, and I grabbed up my rifle and we ran.
We ran into the deeper woods. We heard guns firing, and one bullet knocked bark from a tree close by, spattering us with fragments.
We ran, we fell down, scrambled up, ran some more. In a dense growth of trees, all tall, towering yellow poplar, we pulled up, gasping.
'You all right?' he asked.
'I am. You?'
'I guess,' he said. 'What happened to Archie?'
He was asking himself more than me, because I wouldn't know. All was suddenly still. Not a sound in the forest. We weren't scot-free by any means, and we knew it. I had my rifle in my hands and somehow he had come up with one, evidently one that had belonged to one of the two men who attacked me.
'That other man?' Dorian whispered. 'What happened to him?'
'He must've run into something,' I said. 'It wasn't quite light yet.'
'I've got to go back for Archie,' he whispered.
'You stay out. He knows a sight more about woods fighting than you do. Maybe he got away.'
He was restless, but he waited. 'We saw a chance,' he said, 'and made a run for it.'
'You done right,' I said.
They would be coming for us soon. He looked over at me. I was crouched down behind the trunk of a big sycamore partly shielded by a limb that was almost as large as the trunk, all mottled kind of gray and yellow.
Resting my rifle, I studied the brush and the trees, looking for a target. They had not located us yet, but they would. There were large trees all around, most of them yellow poplar.
We'd been shot with luck. Undoubtedly back there I'd closed my eyes for a moment and those men had slipped out of camp and closed in on me. Then the boys had made their break.
'We've got to shorten the odds,' I said. 'We've got to cut down a few of them.'
'I've never killed a man,' he said.
'Neither have I, but these here don't seem to be leaving us much choice.' I paused a moment. 'That money may not seem like a lot to you, but it is a change of life for we-uns back in the hills. It can make things easier for Ma and can ease things for all of us. I came down from the hills to get what was rightly mine and don't intend for it to be taken from me.'
Something moved out there, and my rifle came up, resting on that thick branch. Dorian, he slipped a mite further away to take another stand.
Nothing stirred; then something did. Taken me a minute to realize what I had sighted. It was a knee.
The man was well hidden by a slanting log, but he'd drawn up his knee and exposed it. He was sixty yards off and the light was bad but better than that on many a wild goose I'd killed for meat. I taken a bead and squeezed off my shot. The rifle leaped in my hands and that knee disappeared. Only there was a red splotch of blood on the leaves.
'You hit something?' he whispered.
Me, I was reloading. 'I never shoot unless I do,' I said. 'I don't like to miss.'
He just looked at me, and I figured: Echo, you're doin' what Regal warned you against. So I said, 'His knee was out there, so I tried. He's one they'll have to carry back.'
'I wish I knew what happened to Archie.'
'So do I, but I think we'd better fetch ourselves out of here before they surround us.' I got up. 'Let's go.'
We eased out of those trees and found a game trail angling down through the woods. We taken it careful, keeping low and heading as near to south as we could, south and west.
'Only way we can help Archie,' I said, 'is to stay alive. If he isn't dead already, they will try to keep him alive and sell him. We'll find him then and see he's freed, if I have to bring all the Sacketts down from the hills.'
'How many are there? Of the Sacketts, I mean?'
'Nobody rightly knows, but even one Sackett is quite a few.'
We walked along the creekbed, which was scarcely ankle-deep, then crossed to the other side and went into a stand of slender trees. After a bit, finding a place where we could remain hidden yet see all that approached us, we sat down to rest.
We had come several miles, and neither of us was up to further travel, and we were hungry.
'You catch some sleep,' Dorian said. 'I'll watch.'
For a moment there my eyes were open, and then they were closed and I slept and dreamed, all sorts of wild dreams. It was dark when he shook me awake.
'It will have to be you,' he said. 'I can't keep my eyes open longer.'
Sitting up, I drew my rifle across my lap. It was dark and we could see nothing but the shadows and the stars. In the moment his eyes closed, I heard that scream, that same wild cry, rising and falling weirdly.
Dorian opened his eyes. 'There it is again!' he whispered. 'What can it be?'
'Sleep,' I said. 'All's well here. You just rest.'
I didn't like to even think how hungry I was, but what worried me most was that cry. It was nearer this time, and it sounded like the cry of a hunter - hunting what or who, I did not know.
'You sleep,' I said aloud. 'I'll keep watch.'
Yet my eyes were heavy. It was hard to stay awake.
Chapter 20
Patton Sardust squatted on his heels, rifle in hand, and studied the country below him and to the north. It had been some time since he had hunted this part of the country, but that should be the North Fork of the Clinch down there, and over beyond it, the Sinks.
Felix Horst stood beside him, also staring at the country below. He was hoping for smoke, yet doubted they would be so foolish as to build a fire.
'We been underratin' that girl,' Sardust said. 'We've got to settle down to trackin', movin' in slow an' easy.'
'I don't want that black man killed,' Horst said. 'He's worth an easy thousand dollars if he's in good health.'
'How much is she carryin'?' Sardust asked.
Felix Horst knew, but it was not something he cared to tell. Elmer knew, and so did Timothy Oats. That was already two too many.
'She's carryin',' he said, 'enough to make it worthwhile. '
'I think she's cached it,' Elmer said.
Horst looked around irritably. 'Now, why would she do that? She's on her way home.'
'I caught a glimpse of her yonder in the trees. She didn't seem to be carrying a carpetbag. She had a rifle - '
'What's a woman doin' with a rifle?' Collins asked.
'She's a mountain girl,' Sardust replied. 'They grow up with rifles. Chances are she can shoot.'
'Somebody can,' Elmer said. 'Baker's knee is busted and he's in bad shape. We've got to get him to a doctor.'
'You get him there,' Horst replied, his tone sharp. 'I want that girl and her money.'
'You got three men laid up,' Elmer insisted, 'and I think she done it all. One man knifed, one with his face bashed in, and Baker's knee shot away. I think - '
Horst turned angrily. 'Close your trap! I know you're White's man, but any more talk like that and you get out of here! Do you get that?'
'It ain't going to be easy getting those men out of here,' Elmer said, and then he added, 'if you intend
