Lonesome Dove Part 36

"They wouldn't want you," Augustus said. "They don't bother with crazies."

"I wisht we'd get a cook," Jasper said. "I'm dern tired of eating slop."

It was a common complaint. Since Bolivar's departure the food had been uneven, various men trying their hand at cooking. Call had ridden into several settlements, hoping to find someone they could hire as cook, but he had had no luck. Augustus usually cooked breakfast, catering to his own interest entirely and drawing many complaints because he favored scrambling eggs-a style several hands, Dish Boggett in particular, found revolting.

"I like my eggs with just a light fry," Dish said, morning after morning, only to watch helplessly as Augustus turned them into batter and poured them into a big skillet. "Don't do that, Gus," he said. "You'll get the white and the yellow all mixed up."

"They're going to get mixed up in your stomach anyway," Augustus pointed out.

Dish was not the only one who hated scrambled eggs. "I don't eat the white of eggs if I can help it," Jasper said. "I hear it causes blindness."

"Where'd you hear nonsense like that?" Augustus asked, but Jasper couldn't remember.

However, by breakfast time everyone was usually so hungry they ate whatever they could get, complaining with every bite.

"This coffee would float a stove lid," Call said one morning. He always rode in in time for breakfast.

"I generally eat mine with a spoon," Lippy said.

"This is a free country we live in," Augustus reminded them. "Anyone who don't like this coffee can spit it out and make their own."

No one cared to do anything that extreme. Since Call didn't believe in stopping for a meal at noon, breakfast was a necessity, whoever cooked it.

"We got to get a cook, even if it's a bad one," Augustus said. "It's too dangerous for a valuable man like me. I might get shot yet, over eggs."

"Well, Austin ain't far," Call said. "We can try there."

The day was fine and the herd moving nicely, with Dish holding the point as if he had held it all his life. Austin was only twenty miles to the east. Call was ready to go but Augustus insisted on changing his shirt.

"I might meet a lady," he said. "You can look for the cook."

They rode east and soon picked up the wagon trail into Austin, but they had not followed it far when Augustus suddenly swung his horse to the north.

"That ain't the way to Austin," Call said.

"I just remembered something," Augustus said.

He loped off without another word. Call turned the h.e.l.l b.i.t.c.h and followed. He thought perhaps Gus was thirsty-they weren't far from a little creek that fed into the Guadalupe.

Sure enough, it was the little spring-fed creek that Augustus had been looking for. It ran through a small grove of live oaks, spread along the slope of a good-sized hill. Gus and old Malaria stopped on the hill, looking down at the creek and a little pool it formed below the trees. Gus was just sitting and looking, which was odd-but then Gus was was odd. Call rode up, wondering what had drawn Gus's attention to the spot, and was shocked to see that Gus had tears in his eyes. They wet his cheeks and glistened on the ends of his mustache. odd. Call rode up, wondering what had drawn Gus's attention to the spot, and was shocked to see that Gus had tears in his eyes. They wet his cheeks and glistened on the ends of his mustache.

Call didn't know what to say because he had no idea what was wrong. Gus sometimes laughed until he cried, but he seldom just cried. Moreover, it was a fine day. It was puzzling, but he decided not to ask.

Gus sat for five minutes, not saying a word. Call got down and relieved himself to pa.s.s the time. He heard Gus sigh and looked up to see him wiping his eyes with a bandana.

"What has come over you?" Call asked finally.

Augustus took off his hat for a moment to let his head cool. "Woodrow, I doubt you'd understand," he said, looking at the grove and the pool.

"Well if I don't, I don't," Call said. "I sure don't so far."

"I call this Clara's orchard," Augustus said. "Me and her discovered it one day while on a buggy ride. We come out here on picnics many a time."

"Oh," Call said. "I might have known it would have something to do with her. I doubt there's another human being over whom you'd shed a tear."

Augustus wiped his eyes with his fingers. "Well, Clara was lovely," he said. "I expect it was the major mistake of my life, letting her slip by. Only you don't understand that, because you don't appreciate women."

"If she didn't want to marry you I don't guess there was much you could have done about it," Call said, feeling awkward. The subject of marriage was not one he was comfortable with.

"It weren't that simple," Augustus said, looking at the creek and the little grove of trees and remembering all the happiness he had had there. He turned old Malaria and they rode on toward Austin, though the memory of Clara was as fresh in his mind as if it were her, not Woodrow Call, who rode beside him. She had had her vanities, mainly clothes. He used to tease her by saying he had never seen her in the same dress twice, but Clara just laughed. When his second wife died and he was free to propose, he did one day, on a picnic to the place they called her orchard, and she refused instantly, without losing a trace of her merriment.

"Why not?" he asked.

"I'm used to my own ways," she said. "You might try to make me do something I wouldn't want to do."

"Don't I indulge your every whim?" he asked.

"Yes, but that's because you haven't got me," Clara said. "I bet you'd change fast if I ever let you get the upper hand."

But she had never let him get the upper hand, though it seemed to him she had surrendered it without a fight to a dumb horse trader from Kentucky.

Call was a little embarra.s.sed for Augustus.

"When was you the happiest, Call?" Augustus asked.

"Happiest about what?" Call asked.

"Just about being a live human being, free on the earth," Augustus said.

"Well, it's hard to single out any one particular time," Call said.

"It ain't for me," Augustus said. "I was happiest right back there by that little creek. I fell short of the mark and lost the woman, but the times were sweet."

It seemed an odd choice to Call. After all, Gus had been married twice.

"What about your wives?" he asked.

"Well, it's peculiar," Augustus said. "I never was drawn to fat women, and yet I married two of them. People do odd things, all except you. I don't think you ever wanted to be happy anyway. It don't suit you, so you managed to avoid it."

"That's silly," Call said.

"It ain't, either," Augustus said. "I don't guess I've watched you punish yourself for thirty years to be totally wrong about you. I just don't know what you done to deserve the punishment."

"You've got a strange way of thinking," Call said.

They had hardly ridden three miles from the grove when they spotted a little camp at the foot of a limestone bluff. It was near a pool and a few trees.

"I bet that's Jake," Call said.

"No, it's just Lorie," Augustus said. "She's resting by a tree. I bet Jake's gone to town and left her."

Call looked again, but the camp was a half a mile away and all he could see was the horses and the pack mule. Throughout his years as a Ranger, Augustus had always been renowned for his remarkable eyesight. Time and again, on the high plains and in the Pecos country, it had been proven that he could see farther than other people. In the shimmering mirages the men were always mistaking sage bushes for Indians. Call himself could shade his eyes and squint and still not be certain, but Augustus would merely glance at the supposed Indian for a moment, laugh and go back to card playing or whiskey drinking or whatever he might be doing.

"Yep, that's a big tribe of sage bushes," he would say.

Pea, particularly, stood in awe of Augustus's vision, his own being notably weak. Sometimes on a hunt Augustus would try in vain to show Pea Eye an antelope or a deer.

"I might could see it if we could get closer," Pea would say.

"Pea, I don't know what keeps you from riding off a cliff," Augustus responded. "If we get closer the animal will just get farther."

"Let's hire Lorie to cook," Augustus said.

"Let's don't," Call said. "Bring her into that camp and there'd be fights ever day, even if she was a decent woman."

"I don't know why you're so down on wh.o.r.es, Woodrow," Augustus said. "You had yours, as I remember."

"Yes, that was my mistake," Call said, annoyed that Gus would bring it up.

"It ain't a mistake to behave like a human being once in a while," Augustus said. "Poor Maggie got her heart broke, but she gave you a fine son before she quit."

"You don't know that and I don't want to talk about it," Call said. "He could be yours, or Jake's, or some d.a.m.n gambler's."

"Yes, but he ain't, he's yours," Augustus said. "Anybody with a good eye can see it. Besides, Maggie told me. She and I were good friends."

"I don't know about friends," Call said. "I'm sure you were a good customer."

"The two can overlap," Augustus pointed out, well aware that his friend was not happy to have such a subject broached. Call had been secretive about it when it was happening and had been even more secretive about it since.

When they rode into the little camp, Lorena was sitting under the tree, quietly watching them. She had evidently just bathed in the pool, for her long blond hair was wet. Once in a while she squeezed water off a strand with her fingers. She had a bruise below one eye.

"'I G.o.d, Lorie, it looks like an easy life," Augustus said. "You got your own swimming hole. Where's Jake?"

"He went to town," Lorena said. "He's done been gone two days."

"Must be in a good game," Augustus said. "Jake will play for a week if he's ahead."

Call thought it was unconscionable to leave any woman alone that long in such rough country.

"When do you expect him back?" he asked.

"He said he wasn't coming back," Lorena said. "He left mad. He's been mad the whole way up here. He said I could have the horse and the mule and go where I pleased."

"I doubt he meant it," Augustus said. "What do you think?"

"He'll be back," Lorena said.

Call was not so sure. Jake had never been one to load himself with responsibilities unnecessarily.

To his annoyance, Gus got down and hitched his horse to a bush. Then he unsaddled.

"I thought you was going to Austin," Call said.

"Woodrow, you go," Augustus said. "I ain't in the mood for city life just now. I'll stay here and play cards with Lorie until that scamp shows up."

Call was very annoyed. One of Gus's worst traits was an inability to stick to a plan. Call might spend all night working out a strategy, and Augustus might go along with it for ten minutes and then lose patience and just do whatever came into his mind. Of course, going into town to hire a cook was no great project, but it was still irritating that Gus would just drop off. But Call knew it was pointless to argue.

"Well, I hope you get back to the herd tonight, in case I'm late," he said. "There should be somebody with some experience around."

"Oh, I don't know," Augustus said. "It's time that outfit got a little practice in doing without us. They probably think the sun won't come up unless you're there to allow it."

Rather than re-argue yet another old argument, Call turned the h.e.l.l b.i.t.c.h. Even experienced men were apt to flounder badly in crises if they lacked leadership. He had seen highly competent men stand as if paralyzed in a crisis, though once someone took command and told them what to do they might perform splendidly. A loose group like the Hat Creek outfit wouldn't even know how to decide who was to decide, if both he and Gus were gone.

He put the h.e.l.l b.i.t.c.h into a lope-it was a pleasure to watch the easy way the mare ate up the miles. With such a horse under him he could soon forget most of his vexations.

Then, for no reason, between one stride and the next, the h.e.l.l b.i.t.c.h suddenly rolled out of her easy gait into a flying buck. Call was riding along relaxed and, before he could even jerk her head up, he lost a stirrup and knew he was thrown. Well, G.o.dd.a.m.n you, you finally got me, he thought, and a second later was on the ground. But he had taken a wrap around his hand with one rein and held on, hoping the rein wouldn't snap. The rein held, and Call got to his feet and caught the other rein.

"Well, your little plan failed," he said to the mare. He knew that with a little better luck she would have been loose and gone. She didn't fight at all when he remounted, and she showed no sign of wanting to buck anymore. Call kept her in a trot for a mile or two before letting her go back to the lope. He didn't expect her to try it again. She was too intelligent to waste her energies at a time when she knew he would be set for trouble. Somehow she had sensed that he had his mind on other things when she exploded. In a way it pleased him-he had never cared for totally docile horses. He liked an animal that was as alert as he was-or, in the mare's case, even more alert. She had been aware of his preoccupations, whereas he had had no inkling of her intentions.

Now she was content to ignore her own failure, but he had no doubt that if she judged the time to be right she would try again. He decided to find some braided horsehair reins when he got to Austin-the thin leather rein he was using could easily have snapped. Braided horsehair would give him an advantage if he got thrown again, and he had never been exceptional at riding bucking horses.

"You try what you like," he said. He had begun, more and more, to talk out loud to her when they were alone. "I'll tell you this: I aim to ride you across the Yellowstone, and if I don't it'll be because one of us gets killed first."

The gray mare loped on toward Austin, once again easily eating up the miles.

45.

LORENA WAS AMUSED that Gus had stopped. He was not a man to miss a chance. If he thought to trick her again, he would have to work hard at it, but she was relieved to have him stay. The two days since Jake had left were wearisome. Although she knew he would come back in time, she was less and less certain that it mattered, for Jake had taken a grudge against her and she suspected he would be slow to give it up. It was puzzling to her, thinking back on it, why she had been so quick to trust him. Somehow he had convinced her he was the answer to all her problems. She had felt an overpowering feeling of need and trust when he had sat down and began talking to her so friendly. He had seemed as eager to hear her talk as she had been to hear his.

Only a month had pa.s.sed, and in the last few days he had made it perfectly clear that he had no interest in ever hearing her talk again and would prefer that she didn't. It made her sad. If she was always going to be so mistaken about men, she would be lucky ever to get to San Francisco.

At times, waiting, she had almost decided just to take the horse and the mule and try to find her way back to Lonesome Dove. Xavier had said he would marry her and take her anywhere she wanted to go. She remembered the day he had come into the room-his wild eyes, his threat to kill Jake. When she had nothing to do but sit around and think about it, her capacity for mistakes discouraged her so that she considered drowning herself in the little pool. But it was a sunny, pretty morning, and when she went into the pool a little later, it was only to wash her hair in the cool water. For a moment she put her head under and opened her eyes, but it felt silly-to die in such an element was only ridiculous. She began to wonder if perhaps she was touched-if that was why she made mistakes. Her mother had been touched. She often babbled of people no one knew. She talked to dead relatives, dead babies, speaking to them as if they were still alive. Lorena wondered if it was mistakes that had made her mother do that. Perhaps, after so many mistakes, your mind finally broke loose and wandered back and forth between past and present.

"Lorie, you look downcast," Augustus said. "Not four or five days ago you felt keen and looked more beautiful than the sky. What's that scamp done to cause such a change?"

"I don't know, Gus," Lorena said. "Seems like I change every day."

"Oh, like most people do," he said, watching her. She had a sad look in her eyes.

"I didn't used to down in Lonesome Dove," she said. "I mainly just felt the same from one day to the next."

"Yes, hopeless," Augustus said. "You didn't expect nothing. Then Jake come along and started you expecting again."