As they approached the nearest herd, a man galloped out to meet them.
'My lord, it's the man from Yale college, the one who read that Latin on my sign,' Augustus said. 'I recognize the horse. It's that nice bay we stole back from old Pedro just before he died.'
Lorena didn't look at the man.
Wilbarger was as surprised as Augustus. He had seen two riders and supposed they were scouts for yet another herd. 'By God, McCrae, you're a surprise,' he said. 'I thought you was three weeks behind me, and here you are attacking from the west. How far back is your herd, or do you have one?'
'As you can see, I ain't brought a cow,' Augustus said. 'Call may still have a herd of them if he ain't lost them or just turned them loose.'
'If he would do that he's a fool, and he didn't act like a fool,' Wilbarger said. 'He wouldn't trade me that mare.'
He tipped his hat to Lorena. 'I don't believe I've met the young lady,' he said.
'This is Miss Lorena Wood,' Augustus said. 'She had the misfortune to be abducted. Now I've abducted her back. We're short of grub and would like to purchase some if you have any to spare.'
Wilbarger glanced once more at Lorena, who sat with her head down.
'I am not such a scoundrel as to sell grub,' he said. 'You're welcome to come to camp and eat with my tough bunch, if you can stand them.'
'I doubt we could,' Augustus said quietly. 'We're both shy.'
'Oh, I see,' Wilbarger said, glancing at Lorena again. 'I'm damn glad you don't have a herd. You'd think there'd be room enough for everybody on these plains, but as you can see, the view is crowding up. I was going to try a crossing today but I've decided to wait for morning.'
He was silent a moment, considering the problem of their shyness.
'We're about to eat,' he said. 'It's a free country, so my advice to you would be to make camp where you choose. I'll borrow a pot from our cook and bring you some grub once you get settled.'
'I'm much obliged,' Augustus said. 'Noticed a tree in these parts?'
'No, sir,' Wilbarger said. 'If there was a tree in these parts I'd be sitting under it.'
They made camp on the plain. Wilbarger was as good as his word. In an hour he returned with a small pack mule. Besides an ample pot of beefsteak and beans he brought a small tent.
'I scarcely use this tent,' Wilbarger said, dropping it by their campfire. 'You're welcome to borrow it. The young lady might like a little privacy.'
'I guess it's your training in Latin that's give you such good manners,' Augustus remarked. 'The sky's unpredictable and we would enjoy a tent.'
'I also brought a bottle,' Wilbarger said. 'I seem to remember you're a drinking man.'
As soon as the tent was up, Lorena went in. Gus spread her a pallet and she sat where she could watch him through the open flap. The men sat outside and drank.
'Had an easy trip?' Augustus asked.
'No, sir,' Wilbarger said. 'My foreman died, south of Fort Worth. I have another herd somewhere ahead of me, but I can't leave to go check on it. I don't know that I'll ever see it again, although I may.'
'What'd he die off?' Augustus asked. 'It's a healthy climate down that way.'
'He died of a horse falling over backwards on him,' Wilbarger said. 'He
'Foolish,' Augustus said. 'A grown man ought to have sense enough to seek gentle horses.'
'Many don't,' Wilbarger pointed out. 'That mare Captain Call wouldn't trade me didn't look that gentle, yet he's a grown man.'
'Grown, but not what you'd call normal,' Augustus said. 'I put it down to lack of education. If he'd been trained in Latin he'd most likely have let you have that horse.'
'Do you consider yourself normal, then?' Wilbarger asked.
'Certainly,' Augustus said. 'I never met a soul in this world as normal as me.'
'And yet here you sit, far out on the naked plain, with a shy woman you had to rescue,' Wilbarger pointed out. 'How many skunks did you have to kill in order to rescue her?'
'A passel,' Augustus said. 'I got the peons but the
'You think he's around? I've heard of the scamp.'
'No, I think he's headed for the Purgatory River,' Augustus said. 'But then, I underestimated him once, which is why the lady got abducted. I'm out of practice when it comes to figuring out bandits.'
'She's a little peaked, that girl,' Wilbarger said. 'You ought to take her back to Fort Worth. There's not much in the way of accommodations or medical care north of here.'
'We'll ease along,' Augustus said. 'Where shall I return this tent?'
'I have business in Denver, later in the year,' Wilbarger said. 'That's if I live, of course. Send it over to Denver, if you have a chance. I don't use the dern thing much, but I might next winter, if I'm still out where it's windy.'
'I'm enjoying this whiskey,' Augustus said. 'A man is foolish to give up the stable pleasure of life just to follow a bunch of shitting cattle.'
'You have a point, and it's a point I've often taxed myself with,' Wilbarger said. 'If you're such a normal boy then how come you done it?'
'Unfinished business in Ogallala, Nebraska,' Augustus said. 'I'd hate to grow old without finishing it.'
'I see,' Wilbarger said. 'Another shy lady who must have got abducted.'
They drank until the bottle was empty.
'If you had two, I wish you'd brought two,' Augustus said. 'I need to get back in practice drinking.'
'Well, if we don't get across that goddamn river tomorrow, I'll see if I can rustle up another one,' Wilbarger said, standing up. 'I seldom get conversation like yours. I can't figure out if I like it or not, but I will admit it's conversation, which is more than can be had in my camp.
He mounted his horse and was about to ride away.
'I'll send the cook over with some breakfast,' he said. 'By the way, you didn't cross the path of a young sheriff from Arkansas, did you? He's up this way somewhere, and I've been worried about him.'
'You must be referring to July Johnson,' Augustus said. 'We left him four days ago. He was headed on north.'
'Well, he had a funny crew with him. I was just a little uneasy,' Wilbarger said. 'I found him a likable man, but inexperienced.'
'He's got more experience now,' Augustus said. 'Blue Duck killed his crew.'
'Killed all three of them?' Wilbarger asked, startled. 'I even offered that young boy a job.'
'He should have took it,' Augustus said. 'We buried them west of here.'
'That Duck must be a hard son of a bitch,' Wilbarger said.
He sat on his horse a moment, looking into the night. 'I had a feeling young Johnson was inexperienced,' he said, and trotted off.
The next morning Wilbarger's old cook came over with some breakfast. It was a fine morning, the sun up and the plains well dried out. Augustus stepped out of the tent, but Lorena was content to look through the flaps.
'This is like living in a hotel, Lorie,' Augustus said. 'We got people toting us meals as fast as we can eat them.'
At that point the cook got careless and the little pack mule took a kick at him which barely missed.
'He's getting tired of making this trip,' the cook said.
'Or it could just be the company he's tired of,' Augustus suggested. 'I'd buy him if he was for sale. I've always got along with mules.'
'This mule ain't for sale,' the cook said, looking the camp over. 'I wisht all I had to do was live in a tent.'
Without further ado, he turned and went back.
When he was gone, Lorena came out and sat in the bright sun. While they ate, Wilbarger's cowboys began to move the herd toward the river.
'That Wilbarger is a curious man,' Augustus said. 'He's bluntspoken, but I guess he'll do.'
Before noon all the herds had crossed and the wagon and remuda of the last one was just moving out of sight to the north.
