The Adventurers (7 page)

Santiago shrugged, then turned away as Fat Cat continued over to us. "You boys all right?"

"Si." Roberto answered for the two of us.

"Bueno," he said. "Do you think the two of you could go back and bring the horses? There is much for us to carry."

Roberto answered before I could speak. "What are you going to do with the women?"

Fat Cat looked at him. "Guard them until your return."

"I will stay and help guard them," Roberto said. "Send one of the others with Dax."

Fat Cat stared at him for a moment, then turned and walked back to Manuelo. They whispered again. Once Fat Cat raised his voice but Manuelo shushed him and they began to whisper again. Finally Fat Cat came back.

"If we let you stay, you will say nothing at home?"

Roberto nodded.

I didn't know what he meant but I wanted to stay if Roberto did. "I promise not to say anything either."

Fat Cat looked at me for a moment, then his voice grew softer. "You're going to stay," he said. "We have a much more important job for you than going for the horses. We wish you to serve as lookout. We don't want the soldier who escaped to come back and take us by surprise like the sergeant did. Go back down the path a quarter-mile and keep your eyes alert!"

"I don't know," I said hesitantly. I looked at Roberto but he didn't say anything.

Fat Cat took the pistol from his belt. "Here, take this. If you see him, lire a warning shot into the air."

That convinced me. It was the first time anyone had let me handle a pistol.

"Be careful," Fat Cat said. "Don't shoot yourself."

"I won't," I replied importantly. I looked around to see if the others were watching. "Don't worry. If he's anywhere around I'll warn you."

I was about a hundred yards down the path when I heard the sound of their laughter. I wondered why they were laughing. I was out of sight now but the sound still followed me. Soon I could hear it no more. When I figured I was almost a quarter of a mile away I climbed up into a tree where I could see all around me.

After about fifteen minutes I began to grow restless. If the soldier was anywhere around I hadn't seen him. How long was I supposed to stay? Fat Cat hadn't said anything about that. I waited a few minutes more, then decided to go back and ask him.

I was almost upon them when again I heard the sound of laughter. Instinctively I went up into the trees. Something told me that they would be angry if I came back just then but my curiosity had got the better of me.

They were all gathered at the edge of the clearing. At first I couldn't see what they were doing because they were deep in the shadow of a huge tree. Silently I worked my way around to the other side of the clearing. But all I could see was a tangle of bodies. Suddenly I realized what they were doing.

And yet it wasn't the way I remembered. These women weren't screaming. They weren't afraid. They were laughing, they didn't seem to mind it at all.

Santiago the Older was sitting with his back against a tree, a cigarrillo dangling from his lips. There was a curiously satisfied half-smile on his face. I wondered where Roberto was. Suddenly he came out of the bushes, carrying his pants in his hand.

I stared at him. He was right, I thought grudgingly, he was bigger. It stood out in front of him like a small flagpole.

Santiago the younger said something to the others out of the corner of his mouth. Almost instantly there was silence as they all turned to look at Roberto.

Fat Cat sat up. I could see his smooth white belly. He granted and I heard his voice across the clearing. "It is time," he said. "The general will be grateful. See? He is already a man."

The woman on whom Fat Cat had been lying reached up an arm to pull him back down. Angrily he slapped her hand away. "Puta!" He pushed her back to the ground and got to his feet.

Slowly Manuelo and Santiago the younger also got to their feet. Manuelo reached for a canteen and spilled some water over his belly and dried himself off with a bandanna. He turned to Roberto. "It is as we agreed. You have your choice."

Roberto looked at the women. They lay there naked, their bodies still glistening with sweat, staring up at him with noncommittal eyes. "I'll take that one," he said, pointing.

The one he had chosen seemed scarcely more than a girl. I would have picked one of the others, they had bigger tetas, but that was the one Roberto had told me he wanted. I could see his legs trembling as he moved toward her. He fell to his knees in front of her. With a laugh she reached up and pulled him down on top of her, raising her legs and locking them around him.

I could see her fat white buttocks and thighs almost encircle him. I looked at the others. They were watching with great interest. After a moment Manuelo turned and fell on the woman nearest him. I heard her grunt as she locked her legs around him. There was another cry and Fat Cat began to couple with the other one.

I looked back at Roberto again. The two of them were moving in a weird almost rhythmless dance. I began to feel an excitement growing in me. I could feel my heart hammering, a peculiar pain beginning to spread in my groin. My mouth was suddenly dry. I couldn't breathe.

Roberto began to scream, thrashing about wildly in a seeming effort to escape the woman's grasp. Startled, I felt myself slipping. I grabbed for the limb but it was too late. I fell from the tree almost at their feet.

Manuelo rolled over and looked at me. "Perdido!"

I got to my feet. "You lied to me!" I shouted.

Fat Cat turned his head. "You were supposed to guard the path."

"You lied to me!" I shouted again. I flung myself at the nearest woman, jerking my hips in an imitation of Roberto's spastic dance. "I want to rape a woman too!"

I felt Fat Cat's hands pulling me back. I struggled. "Let me go! Let me go!"

I was still jerking spasmodically when Fat Cat pulled me up off the ground. I wriggled in his arms, hitting out at his face. I began to cry. "If I'm old enough to kill I'm old enough to rape a woman! I'm as good as Roberto!"

But Fat Cat's arms held me close against his sweaty chest. I could smell the man stink of him and suddenly the fight and fever went out of me.

His hand stroked my head gently. "Easy, my little cock," he whispered softly, "easy. Everything will come to you in time. Soon enough you will be a man!"

CHAPTER 8

The women were nervous now that the men had dressed. They talked among themselves in whispers, then the oldest, the one who had scratched me, walked across the clearing. "You're not going to leave us here in the jungle?"

Manuelo finished buckling his belt. "We didn't bring you here."

"But we will die," she replied quickly. 'There is no one to protect us. To get us food."

Manuelo didn't answer. He took out his pistol and replaced the cartridge that had been fired.

She took his silence for consideration. "Weren't we nice to you?" she asked. "We took on all of you. As many times as you wanted. We did not complain."

Manuelo turned away and looked at us. "Have you got all the guns?"

"Si," Fat Cat answered.

"Let's go then." Manuelo started down the path.

The woman ran after him. She grabbed for his arm. "Bandolero!" Her face was contorted with anger. "You are animals without feelings. Are we just receptacles for your seed? Any one of us might be carrying your child!"

Manuelo pulled his arm free, and the woman fell back a few steps. "Dog!" she screamed at him. "Do you expect us to die here?"

He stared into her face. "Yes," he answered casually, then raised the hand that still held the pistol and shot her.

The bullet knocked her backward against a tree; she fell forward to her knees, slumping finally into a small fetal curl around the trunk of the tree. Her hand clutched at the earth once and then was still.

Manuelo turned and raised the still smoking pistol.

"The other two are gone," Fat Cat said.

I looked across the clearing. Only a ripple in the foliage remained as a sign of their presence.

"Shall we go after them?"

"No." Manuelo returned his gun to the holster. "We have lost enough time with those putas already. It is still a full day's journey to the valley for the meat. They will be hungry at home if we do not hurry."

Fat Cat smiled. "It will teach those putas a lesson," he said as we began to move down the path again. "They do not own a man simply because once they have put their legs around him."

We did not reach the valley of Bandaya until early the next morning. We came down the side of the mountain in the morning mist. Suddenly the sun broke through the clouds and the valley extended green and beautiful like a thick carpet below us. I straightened in my saddle and peered down trying to locate my home. It had been more than two years since I had last seen it.

I remembered the afternoon it had been decided. My father and the general had been talking quietly on the galena. Occasionally my father would look out at me. I was playing in the yard with Perro. I had taught him a new trick. I would hurl a piece of sugar cane as far as I could, and he would run after it, barking wildly. Then he would pick it up and, chewing it ecstatically, bring it back to me.

"Dax?"

I looked back at my father, my arm still holding the piece of sugar cane poised for the next throw. "Si, Papa?"

"Come here."

I threw down the cane and started for the galena. Perro picked it up and, chewing it happily, tried to put it between my legs to trip me. When I started up the steps he stood looking up after me with a puzzled expression.

I laughed when I saw the way he stood there. He knew he wasn't allowed on the galena. "Wait for me," I called.

Perro lay down in the dirt and began to worry the piece of cane between his paws like a bone. His tail wagged slowly.

I looked at my father as I walked toward him. There were lines on his face I had never noticed before, and his normally dark skin had taken on a weary gray tinge. I stopped in front of him.

"The general tells me he has spoken to you about going to his home in the mountains."

"Si, Papa."

"Do you think you would like that?"

"He said I could have a burro," I said. "And a pony of my own when I got bigger."

My father didn't say anything.

"He also said you would be going away with him," I said. "Do you have to? I would rather stay here with you."

My father and the general exchanged glances. "I don't like to leave you, my son. But I must."

"Why?"

"It is important," he said. "The general and I have made an alliance."

I still didn't understand. My father continued. "The people are oppressed, there is injustice and hunger in the land. We must do what we can to help them."

"Why don't you bring them here?" I asked. 'There is enough for everybody."

Again my father and the general exchanged glances. My father drew me up into his lap. "We cannot do that," he explained gently. "There are too many."

I knew all the campesinos in the valley. There weren't that many of them, and I said so.

My father smiled. "There are many more campesinos beyond the hills."

"How many?" I asked. "Twice as many?"

He shook his head. "More than that. Thousands upon thousands. If they all came here there would not be enough room for us all to lie down to sleep."

"Oh." I tried to imagine what it would be like if what my father said was true. I couldn't picture it. I had another thought. "Are you going with the general because you are his prisoner?"

"No," my father said, "the general and I are friends. We believe that the people must be helped."

"Then you will become a bandolero like him?" I asked.

"The general is not a bandolero."

"But his men are," I pointed out.

"No longer," my father explained. "He has taken all the bandoleros into his army. These men are guerrilleros."

"The army has red and blue uniforms," I said. "They have none. They look like bandoleros to me."

"Someday they will have uniforms," the general interrupted.

"Oh." I looked at him. His face was impassive. "That will make it different. Then they will look like an army."

I heard the sound of approaching hoofbeats, and looked out toward the road. It was my grandfather, Don Rafael. "It's Grandfather!" I cried, jumping down off my father's lap. I ran to the railing and waved. "Hola, Papa Grande! Hola, Abuelo!"

Usually when I stood at the railing and yelled like that my grandfather would wave and send back an answering shout. This time he was silent. As he dismounted I could see that he was angry from the way his lips were pressed together and from the whiteness of his face.

My father got to his feet as the old man came up the steps. "Bienvenido, Don Rafael."

Grandfather didn't answer but glared at my father with cold stony eyes. "I have come for my grandson."

I started to run toward him but something in the tone of his voice stopped me. I looked at him, then at my father.

My father's face was even grayer as he reached out a hand and drew me back toward him. I could feel his fingers trembling as they pressed into my shoulder. "I do not feel it will be safe for my son to stay in this valley after I am gone."

"You have forfeited your right to him," Papa Grande answered in the same cold voice. "By joining with the murderers of his mother, you can no longer be thought of as his father. When one lies down with scum, one becomes scum!"

I could feel the sudden pressure of my father's fingers as they dug into my shoulder. But the evenness of his voice didn't change. "What happened was an accident," he said. "The men who committed the crime have already paid for it."

Papa Grande's voice rose almost to a shout. "Does that bring my daughter, your wife, back? Or your daughter? They are dead, yet the next day you are willing to ride away with their despoilers. You would give your son over into their care?"

My father did not answer.

"You will not be satisfied until you have seen him become as they are! Murderers! Terrorists! Rapists!"