There was a stoop-shouldered man with narrow black eyes, and a square-set one with an open, friendly face, and a fat man with a round face-- round and mighty hard.
'You must be proud of that uniform,' the big one said. 'The war's been over a long time.'
'Ain't had money enough to shed it,' I said.
The fat man walked his horse toward the creek, then called back, 'Kitch, lookit here!'
They all rode over, and Cap and me followed.
Kitch looked over our shaft, which was only down a few feet. 'Gold?' He was amazed 'This here's silver country.'
'Spot of color,' I said. 'Nothing much yet, but we've got hopes.'
The fat man paid us no mind. 'Kitch,' he said, 'they've got a good thing here. That's why they've laid out the town. Once folks hear of a strike, they'll come running, and that town will be a gold mine itself.'
'Only there hasn't been any strike,' Cap said. 'We're scarcely making wages.'
He turned and walked off, saying, 'I'll put some coffee on, Tell.'
At the name, Kitch turned sharply around and looked at me. 'Tell? Are you Tell Sackett?'
'Uh-huh.'
He chuckled. 'Mister, you're going to have company. Seen a couple of men in Silverton who were hunting you.'
'I'll be here.'
'They tell me you can sure run.' Kitch had a mean look to his eyes. 'I seen many a-running with that uniform on.'
'All the way to Lee's surrender,' I said. 'We stopped running then.'
He started to say something and his face hardened up and he commenced getting red around the gills.
'The Bigelows say every time you get stopped somewhere they come along and you take out like a scared rabbit.'
Tell Sackett, I told myself, this man aims to get you into a fight. Have no part of it. 'Any man who wants to kill me,' I said, 'can do it on his own time. I got too many things to do to waste time.'
Cap was back behind the logs near the fire, and I knew what he would be doing back there.
'Now I tell you what you do,' I said. 'You go back to Silverton and you tell the Bigelow boys I'm here. You tell them their brother tried dealing off the bottom with the wrong man, and if they're of a mind to, they can find me here. This is as far as I'm going.'
I added, more quietly, 'And, Kitch, you said something about running. You come back with them. I'll be right here.'
Kitch was startled, then angry. But the fat man spoke up. 'Let's get out of here.'
They started off. Only the square-built man lingered. 'Mr. Sackett, I'd like to come back and talk to you, if I may.'
'Any time,' I said, and he rode off.
We worked our claim, got out some gold, and built a rocker. Meanwhile I cut a hidden trail up the steep mountainside behind our camp. About two hundred feet above, covering the bench, I built a rifle-pit, of brush, dead-falls, and rocks--a shelter where two or three men could cover all approaches to our camp.
The following day, switching back and forth to make it an easier climb, I opened a way further up the ridge.
'What's the idea?' Cap asked me, come nightfall.
'If I have to start running,' I said, 'I don't want anything in the way. I've got big feet.'
Over the fire that night, Cap looked at me.
'When you going back up on that mountain?'
'And leave you with trouble shaping up?'
'Forget it Trouble is no stranger to me. You go ahead, only don't be gone too long.'
I told him I didn't know exactly how to get up there from where we were. We were close, that much I knew.
Cap said the way I came before, judging from my description, had brought me over Columbine Pass and up to the Vallecitos along Johnson Creek. That was south of us, so if I rode south I might recognize something or come on one of the markers.
The idea of leaving Cap alone worried me. Sure, he was an old wolf, but I had many enemies around, what with the Bigelows, Ben Hobes, and that white-haired kid with the two guns. To say nothing of Tuthill, back in Las Vegas, and his gambler friend. Trouble just naturally seemed to latch onto me and hang on with all its teeth.
On the other hand, Cap had plenty of ca'tridges, he had meat, and there was a spring. Unless they caught him away from camp he could stand off a good-sized force, and we were not expecting anything of the kind.
From worrying about Cap, I turned to thinking back to home, and Tyrel and Dru. It was a fine thing for a man to have a woman love him like that, a fine thing. But who would I ever find? It was complete and total unlikely that any female woman in her right mind would fall into love with the likes of me. It was likely all I'd ever have would be a horse and maybe a dog.
