Longarm - Longarm On The Fever Coast Part 9

Devereaux, walking on the other side of Longarm, asked how they'd ever managed to move cold-storage beef by the ton across more than a hundred miles of Texas cattle country.

Longarm said, "They couldn't have. So they never did. I figure they smuggled the forbidden Mex beef in from some Mex port such as Matamoros. No Mex officials would have call to worry about an outward-bound cargo and even if they did, you can buy most anyone working for El Presidente Diaz cheap."

Devereaux frowned thoughtfully and said, "That sounds needlessly complicated to me! Once a vessel put safely out from Matamoros with a load of refrigerated beef, what was there to prevent it from going on up to, say, Galveston or New Orleans to unload?"

Longarm said, "You boys. The U.S. Coast Guard can't watch every tub leaving Old Mexico or even plying these coastal waters, as long as it acts natural. But how would you go about putting in to some major seaport with a valuable load and no proper bill of lading?"

From the far side, Lieutenant Flynn almost snapped, "It's all so obvious now that the scheme's been exposed, Mister Devereaux. Pryce & Doyle simply acted as a way station for their seagoing confederates. Probably putting in from the open sea through Corpus Christo Pa.s.s in one of those innocent-looking fishing luggers we only occasionally check now and again. With their own more elaborate ice plant they could afford to ama.s.s a respectable cargo, which they'd then load aboard one of those coastal steamers that had already pa.s.sed through U.S. Customs down by the mouth of the Rio Grande. Delivered with proper papers up the coast as Texas beef, n.o.body would have been the wiser had only they had the sense to leave Deputy Long here free to carry out his own less complicated mission. What was the name of that Mexican crone who's said to smuggle contraband in from the high seas, Mister Devereaux?"

The J.G. said, "La Bruja, sir. That means The Witch in Spanish, and I must say she and her gang have been a b.i.t.c.h to intercept on land or sea. The Rangers say she runs small but valuable cargoes past us in a splinter fleet of shallow-draft luggers with black sails, at low tide in the dark of the moon."

Longarm didn't see how he could object that La Bruja ran guns, not sides of beef in unrefrigerated holds, unless he wanted to answer more questions about a lady than he really needed to. So he let them gab on and on about all the ways one might smuggle beef on ice in a hot, humid clime. And then they'd made it back to the Coast Guard station, where a lawman juggling a whole drawer full of knives might be able to set at least a few of them aside, for the moment.

CHAPTER 14.

Both Doyle's roan and the bay packing Longarm's personal saddle had pa.s.sed through the gate before them, to be rounded up and put away with the water they'd likely had in mind when they bolted. Longarm found young Deputy Gilbert dressed as well as back on his feet, although still a mite green around the gills. Clay Baldwin seemed in fair shape to travel as well, having had a heap of fight knocked out of him by that long siege of off-and-on chills and fever. But Longarm decided a few more hours' rest wouldn't matter either after he carried Doyle's scrawny cadaver back to town to be photographed, buried, or stuffed, for all the federal government really cared. Flynn seemed to feel both crooked meat packers ought to go in the files as solved smuggling cases. But Longarm pointed out, "Texas will want to file 'em for murder for certain, and thanks to your love of noise, I ain't sure how I'd ever prove either guilty of anything else in a court of law, Lieutenant."

Flynn said stubbornly, "I did what I thought best. You said yourself he was trying to eel his way back through those springy saplings when only a small part of our volley stopped him. Didn't he say anything the federal government could use against him, Deputy Long?"

Longarm shrugged and said, "I'm still working on that. It's tough to say just what a shot-up cuss is trying to tell you when he gets to blowing b.l.o.o.d.y bubbles and a mishmash of English and Gaelic at you. Might you have anyone in your outfit who follows the drift of Ancient Irish, Lieutenant?"

Flynn thought. "Chief Tobin's people were from Galway, still considered Apache country by Queen Victoria. I could send for him, if you like."

Longarm considered, shrugged, and decided, "Maybe later. If he wasn't with us out yonder, I ain't sure I could reproduce the funny noises for him. Like I told this circus lady who swallowed swords and cussed in Gaelic, it sounds like a mishmash of Church Latin and Dutch, neither of which finds me at all fluent. Can you recall one word he yelled back when you ordered him to surrender?"

Flynn shook his head. "My people came over from Cork three generations ago. I understand my great-grandparents had been speaking English some time before they got on the boat."

The dapper Coast Guard officer seemed even smugger than usual as he added with a lofty sniff, "We Flynns arrived with shoes on. n.o.body in my family was still there when the potato crop failed in '46."

Longarm allowed he'd heard a General Sullivan had led Continental troops up the Mohawk Valley during the even earlier American Revolution, and suggested they worry about old Doyle's family tree farther along, like the old hymn said.

He told Flynn and the other officers a.s.sembled in the wardroom he had other ch.o.r.es in town, but hoped to bring Norma Richards back that evening so she could give his deputy and their surviving prisoner a final examination. When Devereaux asked what might keep him that busy the rest of the day in town, Longarm explained, "Aside from signing a statement on two dead residents for the local law, I got to see that packing plant is sealed, with all that uncertain beef refrigerated as well as impounded. We're pretty certain now that that outbreak of Malta fever was occasioned by the milk of sick local goats. But Lord knows what all they might have smuggled in with the carca.s.ses of Mex stock butchered and cooled inhoof-and-mouth country!"

They agreed n.o.body ought to sample any such beef before somebody who knew more about such matters took a good close look at it. Flynn told Devereaux to make sure Longarm got plenty of help in wrapping the late Mr. Doyle in a tarp and loading him aboard a buckboard for his return to town.

The J.G. naturally ordered Chief Tobin to see to it. The burly C.P.O. hadn't been out there with the others when Flynn had ordered his fatal fusillade. But as they were wrapping the shot-up Irishman in waterproof canvas, Tobin observed he'd heard the poor b.a.s.t.a.r.d had tried to give up at the last.

When Longarm asked how the chief knew this, Tobin looked around as if to make sure no officers were listening as he confided, "Yeoman Cohen would be a Sligo man, as odd as some Yankees might be finding that. He tells us Doyle shouted something like, 'Oh, me eyebrow, hold your fire for it's finished I am!' Cohen tried to tell the others, but they were already firing. So he fired too."

Longarm said he'd noticed that. Then, rank having its privileges, the chief dragooned some guardsmen firsts to load the cadaver on the buckboard and hitch Doyle's rested roan to the wagon.

Longarm allowed he'd ride the same steady bay, seeing it was as ready to go. When Tobin asked whether he was expecting any more cross-country riding, Longarm said you just never knew.

Mounting up and taking the roan's ribbons to lead instead of drive, Longarm told his enlisted pals he'd try to get back by suppertime so they could put his borrowed pony away.

As he headed across the parade for the gate, he was headed off by young Devereaux, afoot, who called out, "The lieutenant's compliments, and if you can't manage steamer pa.s.sage in town for you and your party, he said to tell you we'll be running our own night patrol aboard our own cutter, if the three of you would like a free ride to a more important port!"

Longarm told Devereaux he and his own boys might take the Coast Guard up on such a kind offer, adding, "Depends on what else I find out in town. When are you all putting out to sea this evening?"

Devereaux said, "With the evening ebb tide. About three hours after sundown tonight."

Longarm saw that gave him plenty of time to study on it. So he said he would, and headed on back to Escondrijo, having no trouble with either pony in the soggy heat of a lazy day in South Texas.

From the way folks carried on in town, you'd think they'd never had two dead men propped up on a cellar door to admire before. More than one local historian had a box camera to record the slack-jawed features of Pryce & Doyle for posterity although Constable Purvis didn't think much of Longarm's suggestion that they have the two sons of b.i.t.c.hes stuffed. Purvis said he meant to store them in their own cold-storage plant once a few p.i.s.sed-off citizens got through spitting on 'em. So while some of that went on, Longarm and the older lawman had some cold beer across the way and Longarm brought Purvis up to date on the case, such as it was.

Purvis opined the boys had likely been in with that notorious Mexican gang led by the mysterious La Bruja up the coast a ways, until Longarm pointed out, "I've personal reasons for leaving those Mex smugglers out of it. To begin with, they warned me about these other crooks in time to save my a.s.s. They'd have never done so if they'd been in tight with a bunch of Anglo smugglers."

He sipped more beer. "After that, Pryce or Doyle going to a Bruja for help against me tells us something else. Had they had a really big bunch working with 'em, they'd have never recruited half-a.s.s killers who got killed themselves, or had to start gunning for me so personally. With four faces photographed fairly fresh, the Rangers ought to be able to tie the ones we got so far with any a.s.sociates still at large."

Purvis looked dubious. "I dunno, old son. n.o.body in town's been able to identify that one you sent ash.o.r.e here after you shot him on board that steamer the other night."

Longarm nodded. "That only means he wasn't from Escondrijo. I just said the operation has to be spread mighty thin along a heap of thinly populated coastline. Someone is sure to recognize one or more photographs betwixt Matamoros and, say, Galveston. Right now, I'm more worried about how in blue blazes they got all that forbidden beef this far north of Matamoros."

Purvis suggested, "It's a mighty big lagoon, with many a cove and shallow-draft gra.s.s flat, Longarm. Anyone can see why they picked our particular port. We do ship honest beef out of here, albeit mostly alive, aboard cattle boats. So once the smugglers got past the revenue cutters guarding the mouth of the Rio Grande, or Corpus Christi Pa.s.s, which is even closer, they just had to unload by the dark of night when all us honest folks were in bed and then ship it right on, in broad-a.s.s working hours, as honest Texas beef. Ain't that a b.i.t.c.h?"

Longarm finished his schooner. "A heap of trouble for a marginal profit too. Say the gang was small and they had plenty of cheap beef to move. They still must have had a less risky way to bring it in from Old Mexico than you just suggested. We're talking perishable produce, not diamonds or even gold bullion. They thought they had a good thing worth protecting here. I just can't see midnight runs with black-sailed luggers playing tag with steam cutters for the amount of financial reward that would go with such penny-ante bulls.h.i.t. Crooks stealing s.h.i.t worth less'n a dollar a pound on the retail market back East need to move it by the ton, with little or no fear of getting caught!"

Purvis pointed out, "They sure were afraid of getting caught by you, weren't they?"

Longarm grimaced. "They were, in a desperate penny-ante way. They acted more like mean pimps trying to protect a street corner. That means they didn't have local protection, which is why I feel so free to talk about 'em with you."

Purvis c.o.c.ked a brow. "Why, thank you, I reckon. What if they just had that cold-storage meat brung up from Matamoros in the cold-storage holds of that coastal steamer line? They'd only need a few key henchmen with an otherwise honest outfit. Who else would be peeking inside a sealed-up section of the steamer like so?"

Longarm rose back to his feet, saying, "I did, the other night. I didn't pay much attention at the time. They'd have been better off leaving me the h.e.l.l alone. But dumb as I might have been, your notion falls apart as soon as you put out from, say, Matamoros with a load of quarantined beef. Getting out is no big boo. But getting into the innocent stream of coastal traffic would be. Whenever the Coast Guard stops a vessel coming in from parts unknown, they send a search party aboard."

Purvis asked, "Is there any law saying Coast Guard officers can't be paid off?"

Longarm said, "No natural law. Federal statutes take a mighty dim view of it. So do I. So I've naturally considered that already. It keeps boiling down to the root of all evil, the love of your average cuss for money! How much do you reckon it would take to bribe a whole Coast Guard, or even one cutter crew out of one station?"

Purvis considered and decided, "You'd sure have to sell a h.e.l.l of a lot of ground round back East at those prices!"

Longarm agreed that was about the size of it, and left to see how good old Norma and her plague might be making out.

Up by the converted icehouse, he found that for a soft flutterly gal who liked to be on the bottom best, the motherly but somewhat bossy Norma Richards had been making out just fine.

After kissing him smack on the mouth in front of everybody, the Junoesque doctor told him she'd wired a list of the observed symptoms all the way to the Surgeon General's office, and been a.s.sured they sure seemed to add up to Malta or what some now called undulant fever. They'd told her she'd been making sense with the moves she'd made so far, and suggested other, more drastic measures she might take to check the plague till a team from back East could get there to help her.

When she shyly asked whether he thought that meant she'd be in charge, Longarm kissed her some more and a.s.sured her, "If it don't, there ain't no justice. But when did they get the wires back up and how come n.o.body told me?"

She said, "I just found out myself Western Union hasn't been advertising for more business and the backlog is still awesome. I had to buck the line by threatening them with the power of the federal government. But I'm sure you'll be able to break in the same way, citing a federal emergency."

Longarm smiled thinly and replied, "I've never admired folks who got in line ahead of me, and there's nothing I have to say that can't wait till things simmer down a mite. I'd rather talk about Rod Gilbert and our sick prisoner, Baldwin. Lieutenant Flynn's offered us a free ride out aboard his steam cutter, and I was hoping you'd be able to tell me they were fit to travel."

Norma favored him with a maternal smile and sighed. "You've no idea how tempted I am to keep the three of you here for a month of Sundays, darling. But if you're asking me in my official capacity, the course of undulant fever is pretty predictable."

She took his arm as if to lead him off to show him something as she explained. "Thanks to your inspired guess about infected goat's milk and, as it turns out, local b.u.t.termilk-fed pork, we've stopped any human beings around here from being re-infected. We're not certain how vegetarian cows pa.s.s the plague along, but it's tougher for people to pick up. They have to rub body fluids from an infected animal into an open cut, or swallow them in greater quant.i.ty. You already know how sick they get within a few days. But it's called undulant because of the way it comes and goes, with each attack both milder and farther apart."

She was leading him out a side door for some reason as she went on. "It's usually the second or third attack that those who die succ.u.mb to. It's not as much the fever itself, as the pneumonia or secondary ailments that hit a victim in his or her drained state. Young Gilbert and that dreadful Clay Baldwin have been through the whole cycle half a dozen times. So I'm sure they're out of danger, albeit either may have mighty bad days for as long as a year in the future."

Longarm said he doubted Clay Baldwin had that much future ahead of him, and as she led him up the outside stairs of the building to the north added, "I reckon I can get them both back to Denver sitting down or stretched out aboard public transportation. Where might you be leading me, Miss Norma?"

She giggled sort of dirty and replied, "Down the Primrose Path, or at least up to the new quarters I've commandeered for myself here in town, now that I seem to be the Public Health Service. I had far less privacy as well as a longer trip back and forth at that Coast Guard station!"

She didn't say where she'd be taking her meals, now that she was quartered closer to her fever ward. Longarm didn't really care, once she'd shut the door upstairs behind them and turned with a Mona Lisa smile to confide, "Cross-ventilation too. But now that I have you in my wicked power, in broad daylight for heaven's sake, are you sure I can trust you not to laugh at your poor little piggy?"

Longarm proceeded to shuck his own duds too as he asked her when he'd ever declared her a pig. He managed not to laugh as she proceeded to pop a lot of bulging pink flesh in view, demurely suggesting, "This is the first time we've ever seen one another naked in daylight. I do try to watch my weight, dear, but it gets harder and harder as a girl gets older and... Oh, my G.o.d, did you really put all that in me the other night?"

He suggested soothingly that they see if they still fit fine together where it really counted. As he laid her back across her bra.s.s-railed bed atop the covers, she bit her baby-girl lower lip and hissed, "Be careful with that thing, Custis!"

But then, a few minutes later, being fickle as most gals about such matters, she was pounding his bare a.s.s with the heels of her high-b.u.t.tons, demanding he go deeper if he knew what was good for him.

So what with one position and another, with a quick supper shared well after sundown at the beanery across the way, Longarm barely made it back to the Coast Guard station in time to board that steam cutter as it cast off on a falling tide. Like most of its breed, the long white-hulled cutter was mostly flash boilers, powerful engines, and four-pound deck guns capable of catching up with anything its twin screws couldn't.

Chief Tobin told them Flynn and young Devereaux were too busy on the bridge to talk to anyone right now. But meanwhile, they could lock Baldwin in the ship's brig forward, and they'd try to make the two civilian lawmen comfortable in the wardroom, aft and a short length of ladder down from the bridge. Longarm had noticed before how sailors called any sort of steps "ladders," any sort of floors "decks," and so forth. Cowhands liked to confound green hands the same way.

A mess attendant brought the two deputies coffee, and said something about a smoking lamp being lit. Rod Gilbert still said he'd feel far better smoking out on deck instead of there in the greasy-smelling wardroom as the cutter began to pick up speed. For narrow-beam steamers tended to roll far more than sailboats, even across the calmer waters of a sheltered lagoon.

It was a good thing Gilbert felt that way. For they'd barely made it out to where Longarm could see the stars before he saw they weren't headed the way he'd expected.

Gilbert tagged wanly along as Longarm went on up to the bridge to demand why. What they called a bridge on a Coast Guard cutter was more like a glorified pilothouse borrowed from a riverboat. Lieutenant Flynn was posing for a statue behind the enlisted man at their big oak wheel and bra.s.s binnacle. It was Devereaux, acting as first officer, who cut them off and said they weren't allowed on the bridge while a patrol was in progress.

Longarm calmly but firmly replied, "That's what we're here to ask you about. How come we're headed south? Ain't you boys a.s.signed to pay more heed to vessels putting in through Corpus Christi Pa.s.s to your north? There ain't no way to smuggle anything in off the open sea this side of the Rio Grande, one h.e.l.l of a voyage to the south!"

Flynn turned grandly and stiffly replied, "As the one and only master of this vessel I don't have to answer to you or anyone else. But I've set a course for Matamoros because that's where you keep saying someone's been picking up quarantined beef. Didn't you also say you came all this way via the Rio Grande and up this very lagoon?"

Longarm sighed, "I did. I thought it would be obvious, even to you, I'd want to compare notes with the Rangers and others I know in Corpus Christi before we headed on back some other way!"

Flynn shrugged. "You should have asked which way we were headed before you boarded this evening. I understand the telegraph wires are back up. You ought to be able to contact all the others you want by Western Union once we put you ash.o.r.e at Brownsville."

Longarm insisted, "I don't want to give any other crooks that much of a lead on me, Lieutenant. While I'm wasting a whole night aboard this cutter, patrolling miles of doubtless empty lagoon, confederates of Pryce & Doyle will be covering their crooked tracks with heaps of razzle-dazzle!"

It was Devereaux who quietly suggested, "Should the lieutenant so desire, we could put these civilians ash.o.r.e at Escondrijo. I think I see the lamplight along their quay just ahead, off to starboard."

Flynn snapped, "You're not paid to think, Mister Devereaux. Until such time as they give you your own command, you'll be expected to do just as you're d.a.m.ned well told! Is that understood, mister?"

"Perfectly, sir," said the chastized J.G., and you could almost tell how red his face had flushed in the faint light of the binnacle lamp.

Longarm took a deep breath, let half of it out so his voice would stay steady, and said, "I want to be put ash.o.r.e with my deputy and our prisoner here and now. Like the Indian chief said, I have spoken."

Lieutenant Flynn sounded almost cheerful as he smugly replied, "So have I. I'm in command here, and you'll d.a.m.ned well get off when and where I tell you, see?"

Longarm nodded soberly. "I reckon I do. I was aiming to give you more rope and wait till we all got to Corpus Christi and no doubt some superior Coast Guard officers who weren't in on it. But it was your grand notion to force my hand, so bueno, you're under arrest, and I reckon that puts Mister Devereaux here in command, don't it?"

Everyone there but Longarm sucked in his breath the same way. Flynn moved to the far wing of the bridge to fling open some gla.s.s and bawl out, "Mutiny! All hands on deck to stand by me and me alone!"

Longarm drew his.44-40 and snapped, "Cut that out before somebody gets hurt! Mister Devereaux, do you mean to take over as I told you to or stand there like a wide-eyed owl?"

Behind him, Deputy Gilbert had his own gun out, suggesting, "I don't like none of these sissy deck-moppers. What say we arrest the whole bunch of 'em, pard?"

Longarm said calmly, "The late Mr. Doyle only named Lieutenant Flynn here as one of his silent partners. I reckon he felt sort of betrayed after his pal laid him low with volley fire after Doyle agreed in Ancient Irish to surrender without a fight!"

"the b.a.s.t.a.r.d! You said he'd died without saying anything!" Flynn wailed, more like an old woman than a man.

Longarm shrugged and explained. "I just told you I wanted to let you have more rope. I was anxious to see you hang. For there's nothing lower than a crook who uses a position of trust to cheat. But d.a.m.n it all, they'll probably let you save your neck by turning in all of the pals you ain't been able to murder yet!"

By this time Chief Tobin was in the hatchway, with a heavy club in one hand, a Navy Colt in the other, and two crewmen backing him up with their Spencers at port arms.

So Flynn snapped, "Arrest these civilians, Chief!"

And Tobin might have tried had not young Devereaux snapped, "Belay that. The lieutenant is under arrest. Escort him to the brig and slap him in irons. After which, helmsman, hard aport and set our course for Corpus Christi. I'll let Commander Wideman worry about this. For as the lieutenant has often reminded me, I'm not paid to do the thinking around here!"

CHAPTER 15.

"But you were bluffing with a rotten hand!" Billy Vail said a week later as he finished reading Longarm's typed-up report in his Oak-paneled inner office at the Denver Federal Building.

Longarm just went on lighting his three-for-a-nickel cheroot on his own side of the marshal's cluttered desk. So Vail waved the thin sheets of foolscap like a matador taunting the bull as he insisted, "Don't you stare so innocent at me with your twinkling gray eyes, you goldbrick salesman disguised as a sober lawman! You've admitted right here in your own report that Doyle was dead as a t.u.r.d in a milk bucket when you reached him after Flynn had laid down a volley of gunfire on his known position. So what would you have done if Flynn had called your bluff aboard that cutter he was commanding that night?"

"I'd have likely gotten off at Brownsville," Longarm replied, shaking out his match. "By then, of course, those steam line Officials Flynn had already warned by wire would have covered their own a.s.ses pretty good. That's how come I had to tell such fibs to get that d.a.m.ned tub turned around. It didn't take near as long to get on up to Corpus Christi, but by then Lieutenant Flynn had spent enough time in irons, contemplating a court-martial if not a keel-hauling, that he was singing like a tweety-bird when his superior Coast Guard officers commenced to question him."

Longarm blew a lazy smoke ring. "They let the Rangers sit in as well, as I put down there in my report. So it didn't take but seventy-two hours and almost that many telegrams up and down the coast before we had most everyone involved in the plot under arrest and squealing on one another like the rats they were. There weren't all that many in on the penny-ante operation, and n.o.body had ever made enough money to justify even one of the killings. But ain't you ever noticed how it's the cheap crooks who seem stupid enough to kill for next to nothing? Some Rangers who'd been keeping abreast of the beef market a.s.sured me the gang was making less'n ten dollars net profit a side on that quarantined beef by the time they'd gone to that much trouble!"

Vail shrugged and blew more pungent cigar smoke back as he pointed out, "They were moving many a side of beef, and with the profits slit less than a score of ways betwixt the crooked shippers and packers, with the help of just one key Coast Guardsman, we're still talking way more money than anyone was making at their more honest jobs. That's if you're certain how many all told were in on it."

Longarm said, "d.a.m.n it, I included a carbon of Flynn's signed confession, Boss. As I elaborated more in my official report, it only took a few dedicated b.a.s.t.a.r.ds. Neither the crews of that steam line nor of that one Coast Guard cutter were in position to question the orders of those few key superiors. It's only up to the skipper and the supercargo where a vessel might or might not put in to load or off-load any d.a.m.ned cargo at any d.a.m.ned time day or night. I put down there how I had to arrest Lieutenant Flynn in front of his first officer to get anyone to question where in thunder Flynn was taking us on a pointless patrol."

Longarm glanced about for an ashtray, saw Vail had ignored his many helpful suggestions as to office furnishings, and calmly fed some tobacco ash to any rug mites by his own big leather chair. Then he continued. "I wasn't bluffing totally. I'd really narrowed down my list of suspects pretty good before Flynn gave his play away. Once I knew what Pryce & Doyle had been up to, I saw right off they'd have never been able to smuggle so brazenly, in bulk, without the help of at least some customs agents."

He took another drag on his smoke, sighed it out, and soberly admitted, "I just wasn't sure who it was at first. You see, Flynn seemed such an a.s.shole I had to consider a junior officer or even a noncom flim-flamming him as well as the rest of us."

Vail nodded. "I follow your drift about the crooks being worried when they saw you headed their way. Thanks to all that s.h.i.t about you in the Denver Post, it's an established fact You know your military organization as well as beef, from both sides of the border."

Longarm said modestly, "Anyone who's ever served as an enlisted man knows how often things are really run by the noncoms whilst the officers enjoy their privileges and one another's wives. But I knew fairly soon that Flynn was a petty tyrant who ran things his own way and couldn't abide suggestions. I suspected him seriously after he'd as much as executed Doyle before I could get him to talk. But I didn't know for certain till he had me, Gilbert, and our prisoner on board for an otherwise pointless ride to the Rio Grande." Longarm flicked more ash and said flatly, "He'd trained his men not to question his whimsical orders. But I had the advantage of being allowed to consider him an a.s.shole, and mayhaps a better grasp of conflicting jurisdictions in my head. I knew the Coast Guard had the mouth of the Rio Grande covered, by others at least as high-ranking as Flynn. So I knew he had no real call to carry me and my own party down the coast that far, unless it was to get us as far as possible from his pals around Corpus Christi Pa.s.s."

Marshal Vail scanned something Henry had retyped for Longarm as he nodded his bullet head. "Right, a steamer swinging south from the pa.s.sage from the open sea would naturally be left to Flynn's station for, what, occasional boarding?"

Longarm nodded and said, "That's about the size of it. Our thin-spread Revenue Service ain't got time to check every known vessel of a familiar line flying the Stars and Stripes. n.o.body aboard either ship pa.s.sing each other in the night would have call to question it when a familiar supercargo told a familiar Coast Guard skipper there was nothing being imported from anywhere in that refrigerated hold. When Flynn agreed there was no need to spill all that artificial cooling out into the balmy gulf air, who was likely to argue? It's all there in one paragraph or another, Boss. Like you said, I'd have never suspected anything myself if they hadn't started acting so suspicious!"