he knows you're not asleep.
He moved around the table to the side of the window and looked diagonally out across the yard.
The aspen stand showed ghostly gray lines and a mass of branches and beyond it, in the smoked light of part of a moon, the meadow was mist gray and had no end as it stretched to nothing.
'Will he die?' the girl asked. She had made no sound coming to stand close to him.
'I think he will,' Brady said. The girl did not speak and he said then, 'I didn't want to kill him. I wanted to shoot him. I mean I was trying to shoot him because I had to, but killing him or seeing him dead wasn't in my mind.'
His eyes moved to her face. She was staring out at the night and Brady said, 'You feel sorry for him now.'
'I can't help it.' Her voice was low and with little tone.
'Listen, I felt sorry for him when I put him on the horse. He was just a poor kid going to die and I didn't like it one bit but all the time I kept thinking, we're still in it. There's no time out for burying the dead and saying Our Fathers because Ed Moak is still here and knowing it is the only thing in the whole world that's important.'
'Unless he's gone,' the girl said.
'I just finished adding up the maybe's,' Brady said. 'You want to know how many there are?'
'I'm sorry.'
'No, I shouldn't have said that.'
She turned to him. 'You remind me a lot of my older brother.'
'I hope that's good.'
She smiled. 'I believe everybody likes Paul. He's never put on or anything.'
'Yeah?' There was a silence before Brady said, 'You know, I was thinking, you haven't once cried or carried on or you know, like you'd think a girl would.'
'All girls don't act like that.'
'I guess not.' Brady said then, 'You can learn a lot in a few hours, can't you?'
'Things that might've taken months,' the girl said.
'Or years.'
'It's funny, isn't it?'
'It's strange '
'That's what I mean.'
Brady said, 'I've been thinking about you more than about Ed Moak.'
Her face was close to his, but now she looked out the window not knowing what to say.
'I didn't have any trouble telling you that,'
Brady said. 'Which is something, for me.'
She looked at him again, her face upturned calmly now and again close to his. 'What is it you're telling me, Mr. Brady?'
'You know.'
'I want to hear it.'
'It would sound funny.'
'That's all right.'
He leaned closer and kissed her, holding her face gently between his hands. He kissed her again, hearing the soft sound of it and feeling the clinging response of her lips. His hands dropped to her waist as her arms went up and around his neck and they remained this way even after they had kissed, after his lips had brushed her cheek and whispered close to her ear.
'See?' 'It didn't sound funny.'
'What's your ma and dad going to say?'
'They'll say it's awful sudden.'
'Will they object?'
'Mr. Brady, are you proposing?'
He smiled, leaning back to look at her. 'That's what you call the natural thing, when you're proposing and don't even know you're doing it.'
'Then you are.'
'I guess so.'
'Can you be sure,' she said seriously, 'knowing a person just a few hours?'
'We could wait if you want. Say about a week.'
'Now you're fooling.'
'Not very much.'
Catherine Mary smiled now. 'I think this has been the fastest moving day of my life.'
'But the longest,' Brady said. 'And it's not even over yet.' He saw her smile fade and again he remembered Ed Moak and the other man; he pictured them in the darkness, waiting and not speaking.
He thought angrily: Why does he have to be here? Why should a man who you've seen once before in your life have a chance to ruin your life? He felt restless and suddenly anxious for Moak to come. He wanted this over with; but he made himself think about it calmly because there was nothing he could do but wait.
All night he remained at the window, occasionally rising, stretching, moving about when the restlessness would return, though most of the time he sat at the table staring out at the darkness, now and again turning to look at the girl who was asleep, covered with a blanket and curled in a canvas bottomed chair she had moved close to the table.
(He had told her to go to bed, but she argued that she wouldn't be able to sleep and she sat in the canvas chair as a compromise. After some time she fell asleep.) Brady waited and the hours dragged.
But to the girl, the night was over suddenly.
Something awakened her. She opened her eyes, saw Brady bending over her, felt his hand on her shoulder and beyond him saw the tabletop and the window glistening coldly in the early morning sunlight.
His expression was calm, though grave and quietly determined and when he spoke his words brought her up in the chair and instantly awake.
'They're coming now,' Brady said.
'Where?'
'From across. Riding over like it's a social call.'
He watched her as she leaned close to the table, looking out and seeing them already approaching the aspen stand. 'Catherine Mary, I want you to stay inside with the shotgun.'
'What're you going to do?'
'Listen to me now hold the shotgun on Russell. Then I won't have to worry about him.' He hesitated uncertainly. 'Are you afraid to use it?'
'No '
'All right, and the Winchester's here on the table.'
Facing the window he felt her hand on his arm, but now he moved to the door, not looking at her, and stepped outside before she could say anything more. He watched them coming through the aspen stand, walking their horses into the yard where, perhaps thirty feet from Brady, they stopped.
'Well, you sure must've had plenty of business,'
Ed Moak said easily. He swung down and still holding the reins moved a few steps ahead of his horse. 'We didn't figure to see you still here.'
Moak's words came unexpectedly, catching Brady off guard. He had pictured the bearded man calling bluntly for a fight; but this was something else. 'It got late,' Brady said. 'I thought I might as well stay here.'
'I can't say's I blame you,' Moak said.
'What do you mean by that?'
Moak shrugged, almost smiling. 'Not important. What we came for was to ask if you've seen young Albie hereabouts.'
Talk to him, Brady thought hesitantly, in this one moment trying to see through Moak's intention; and said, 'Haven't seen him.'
'He rode out last night not saying for where and never come back.'
