Lonesome Dove

horses back, Wilbarger. Where do you want 'em delivered this time?'

'Oh, hell, sell 'em,' Wilbarger said, in shaky tones. 'I'm done with the cow business, finally. Send the money to my brother, John Wilbarger, Fifty Broadway, New York City.'

He coughed again. 'Keep the tent,' he said. 'How's the shy young lady?'

'She's improved,' Augustus said.

'I wish we'd met sooner, McCrae,' Wilbarger said. 'I enjoy your conversation. I hope you'll bury my man Chick and that boy that was with us. I wish now I'd never hired that boy.'

'We'll tend to it,' Augustus said.

An hour later, Wilbarger was still breathing. Augustus stepped away for a minute, to relieve himself, and when he came back Wilbarger had rolled off the blanket and was dead. Augustus rolled him on his back and tied him in the blanket. Call was down by the river, smoking and waiting. He looked up when Augustus approached.

'He's gone,' Augustus said.

'All right,' Call said.

'He said he was traveling with a man and a boy,' Augustus said.

'Let's go, then,' Call said, standing up. 'We won't have to backtrack him, we can just look for the buzzards.'

Augustus was troubled by the fact that he could find nothing with which to mark Wilbarger's grave-the plains and the riverbank were bare. He gave up and came to the grave just as Pea Eye and Deets were covering the man with dirt.

'If he had a family and they cared to look, they'd never find him,' Augustus said.

'Well, I can't help it,' Call said.

'I know something,' Deets said, and to everyone's surprise mounted and loped off. A few minutes later he came loping back, with the skull of a cow buffalo. 'I seen the bones,' he said.

'It's better than nothing,' Augustus said as he sat the skull on the grave. Of course, it wasn't much better than nothing-a coyote would probably just come along and drag the skull off, and Wilbarger too.

Deets had found Wilbarger's rifle, and offered it to Augustus.

'Give it to Newt,' Augustus said. 'I got a rifle.'

Newt took the gun. He had always wanted a rifle, but at the moment he couldn't feel excited. It was such a strain, people always dying. He had a headache, and wanted to cry or be sick or go to sleep-he didn't know which. It was such a strain that he almost wished he had been left with the wagon, although being selected to go had been his greatest pride only a few hours before.

Augustus, riding beside him, noticed the boy's downcast look. 'Feeling poorly?' he asked.

Newt didn't know what to say. He was surprised that Mr. Gus had even noticed him.

'You've been on too many burying parties,' Augustus said. 'Old Wilbarger had a sense of humor. He'd laugh right out loud if he knew he had the skull of a buffalo cow for a grave marker. Probably the only man who ever went to Yale College who was buried under a buffalo skull.'

How he died hadn't been funny, Newt thought.

'It's all right, though,' Augustus said. 'It's mostly bones we're riding over, anyway. Why, think of all the buffalo that have died on these plains. Buffalo and other critters too. And the Indians have been here forever; their bones are down there in the earth. I'm told that over in the Old Country you can't dig six feet without uncovering skulls and leg bones and such. People have been living there since the beginning, and their bones have kinda filled up the ground. It's interesting to think about, all the bones in the ground. But it's just fellow creatures, it's nothing to shy from.'

It was such a startling thought-that under him, beneath the long grass, were millions of bones-that Newt stopped feeling so strained. He rode beside Mr. Gus, thinking about it, the rest of the night.

73.

AS SOON AS HE HAD the herd well settled, Dish decided to see if there was anything he could do for Lorena. It had been months since the afternoon in Lonesome Dove when he had got so drunk, and in all that time he had not even spoken to her. He was out of practice-in fact, had never been in practice, though that was not his fault. He would cheerfully have talked to Lorena all day and all night, but she didn't want it and they had never exchanged more than a few words. His heart was beating hard, and he felt more fearful than if he were about to swim a swift river, as he approached her tent.

Gus had set up the tent before he left, but it was supper time, so Dish got a plate of beef for Lorena's supper. He took his responsibilities so seriously that he had tried to pick out the best piece, in the process holding up the line and irritating the crew, none of whom were the least impressed with his responsibilities.

'That gal don't need beefsteak, she can just eat you if she's hungry, Dish,' Jasper said. 'I expect you'd make about three good bites for a woman like her.'

Dish flared up at Jasper's insulting tone, but he had the plate in his hand and was in no position to fight.

'I'll settle you when I come back, Jasper,' he said. 'You've provoked me once too often.'

'Hell, you better run for the border, then, Jas,' Soupy Jones said. 'With a top hand like Dish after you, you won't stand a chance.'

Dish had to mount holding the plate, which was awkward, but no one offered to help.

'Why don't you walk?' Po Campo suggested. 'The tent is not very far.'

That was true, but Dish preferred to ride, which he did, managing not to spill any of Lorena's food. She was sitting just inside the tent, with the flaps open.

'I'm come with some food,' Dish said, still on his horse.

'I'm not hungry,' Lorena said. 'I'll wait till Gus gets back.'

It seemed to Dish that she was as grudging in her tone as ever. He felt foolish sitting on a horse holding a plate of beefsteak, so he dismounted.

'Gus is after them horsethieves,' he said. 'He might not be back for a day or two. I'm supposed to look after you.'

'Send Newt,' Lorena said.

'Well, he went, too,' Dish said.

Lorena came out of the tent for a moment and took the plate. Dish was paralyzed to be so close to her after so many months. She went right back into the tent. 'You don't need to stay,' she said. 'I'll be all right.'

'I'll help you with the tent in the morning,' he said. 'Captain said we're to ease on north.'

Lorena didn't answer. She closed the flaps of the tent.

Dish walked back toward the campfire, but he stopped about halfway and staked his horse. He didn't want to go back to camp, even to eat, for he would just have to box Jasper Fant if he did. It was full dusk, but to his irritation Lippy spotted him and came walking over.

'Did you get a good look at her, Dish?' Lippy asked.

'Why, yes,' Dish said. 'I delivered her supper, if you don't mind.'

'Is she still as beautiful?' Lippy asked, remembering their days together at the Dry Bean, when she had come down toward noon every day. He and Xavier would both wait for her and would feel better just watching her walk down the stairs.

'Why, yes,' Dish said, not wanting to discuss it, though at least Lippy had spoken respectfully.

'Well, that Gus, he would end up with her,' Lippy said. 'Gus is too sly for the girls.'

'I'd like to know what you mean by that,' Dish said.

'I seen him trick her once,' Lippy said, remembering the extraordinary wager he had witnessed. 'He offered to cut the cards for a poke and he won. Then he paid her fifty dollars anyway. And he paid me ten not to tell Jake. He didn't pay me nothing not to tell you, though, Dish,' Lippy added. It occurred to him suddenly that Gus might consider that they had breached their bargain.

'Fifty dollars?' Dish said, genuinely astonished. He had never heard of such extravagance in his life. 'Did he actually pay it?'

'Well, he give me the ten,' Lippy said. 'I imagine he give Lorie the fifty, too. Gus ain't cheap, he's just