the door, keeping close to the wall. Pressing his face close to the opening, he could see, off to the right side, the fire, dying down now. The shape of a man wrapped in a blanket was lying full length on the other side of it.
Brennan rose slowly, hugging the wall. He inched his head out to see the side of the fire closest to the lean- to, and as he did he heard the unmistakable click of a revolver being cocked. Abruptly he brought his head in and went back to the saddle next to Doretta Mims.
Chapter Four
In the morning they brought Doretta Mims out to cook; then sent her back to the hut while they ate. When they had finished they let Brennan and Doretta come out to the lean-to.
Frank Usher said, 'That wasn't a head I seen pokin' out the door last night, was it?'
'If it was,' Brennan answered, 'why didn't you shoot at it?'
'I about did. Lucky thing it disappeared,' Usher said. 'Whatever it was.' And he walked away, through the trees to where the horses were picketed.
Chink sat down on a stump and began making a cigarette.
A few steps from Doretta Mims, Brennan leaned against the hut and began eating. He could see her profile as she turned her head to look out through the trees and across the open slope.
Maybe she is a little plain, he thought. Her nose doesn't have the kind of a clean-cut shape that stays in your mind. And her hair--if she didn't have it pulled back so tight she'd look a little younger, and happier. She could do something with her hair. She could do something with her clothes, too, to let you know she's a woman.
He felt sorry for her, seeing her biting her lower lip, still staring off through the trees. And for a reason he did not understand, though he knew it had nothing to do with sympathy, he felt very close to her, as if he had known her for a long time, as if he could look into her eyes--not just now, but anytime--and know what she was thinking. He realized that it was sympathy, in a sense, but not the feeling-sorry kind. He could picture her as a little girl, and self-consciously growing up, and he could imagine vaguely what her father was like. And now--a sensitive girl, afraid of saying the wrong thing; afraid of speaking out of turn even if it meant wondering about instead of knowing what had happened to her husband. Afraid of sounding silly, while men like her husband talked and talked and said nothing. But even having to listen to him, she would not speak against him, because he was her husband.
That's the kind of woman to have, Brennan thought. One that'll stick by you, no matter what. And, he thought, still looking at her, one that's got some insides to her. Not just all on the surface. Probably you would have to lose a woman like that to really appreciate her.
'Mrs. Mims.'
She looked at him, her eyes still bearing the anxiety of watching through the trees.
'He'll come, Mrs. Mims. Pretty soon now.'
Frank Usher returned and motioned them into the hut again. He talked to Chink for a few minutes and now the gunman walked off through the trees.
Looking out from the doorway of the hut, Brennan said over his shoulder, 'One of them's going out now to watch for your husband.' He glanced around at Doretta Mims and she answered him with a hesitant smile.
Frank Usher was standing by the lean-to when Chink came back through the trees some time later. He walked out to meet him.
'They coming?'
Chink nodded. 'Starting across the slope.'
Minutes later two horses came into view crossing the grade. As they came through the trees, Frank Usher called, 'Tie up in the shade there!' He and Chink watched the two men dismount, then come across the clearing toward them.
'It's all set!' Willard Mims called.
Frank Usher waited until they reached him. 'What'd he say?'
'He said he'd bring the money.'
'That right, Billy-Jack?'
Billy-Jack nodded. 'That's what he said.' He was carrying Rintoon's sawed-off shotgun.
'You didn't suspect any funny business?'
Billy-Jack shook his head.
Usher fingered his beard gently, holding Mims with his gaze. 'He can scare up that much money?'
'He said he could, though it will take most of today to do it.'
'That means he'll come out tomorrow,' Usher said.
Willard Mims nodded. 'That's right.'
Usher's eyes went to Billy-Jack. 'You gave him directions?'
'Like you said, right to the mouth of that barranca, chock full of willow. Then one of us brings him in from there.'
'You're sure he can find it?'
'I made him say it twice,' Billy-Jack said. 'Every turn.'
Usher looked at Willard Mims again. 'How'd he take it?'
'How do you think he took it?'
Usher was silent, staring at Mims. Then he began to stroke his beard again. 'I'm asking you,' he said.
Mims shrugged. 'Of course, he was mad, but there wasn't anything he could do about it. He's a reasonable man.'
Billy-Jack was grinning. 'Frank, this time tomorrow we're sitting on top of the world.'
Willard Mims nodded. 'I think you made yourself a pretty good deal.'
Frank Usher's eyes had not left Mims. 'You want to stay here or go on back?'
'What?'
'You heard what I said.'
'You mean you'd let me go...now?'
'We don't need you anymore.'
Willard Mims's eyes flicked to the hut, then back to Frank Usher. He said, almost too eagerly, 'I could go back now and lead old man Gateway out here in the morning.'
'Sure you could,' Usher said.
'Listen, I'd rather stay with my wife, but if it means getting the old man out here faster, then I think I better go back.'
Usher nodded. 'I know what you mean.'
'You played square with me. By God, I'll play square with you.'
Mims started to turn away.
Usher said, 'Don't you want to see your wife first?'
Mims hesitated. 'Well, the quicker I start traveling, the better. She'll understand.'
'We'll see you tomorrow then, huh?'
Mims smiled. 'About the same time.' He hesitated. 'All right to get going now?'
'Sure.'
Mims backed away a few steps, still smiling, then turned and started to walk toward the trees. He looked back once and waved.
Frank Usher watched him, his eyes half closed in the sunlight. When Mims was almost to the trees, Usher said, quietly, 'Chink, bust him.'
Chink fired, the .44 held halfway between waist and shoulders, the long barrel raising slightly as he fired again and again until Mims went down, lying still as the heavy reports faded into dead silence.
Chapter Five
