Bendigo Shafter (1979) (39 page)

The two were coming in, and I did not wait. I closed in suddenly, and stepping off to the left to put the outside man out of position, I threw a high, hard right at the man on the left.

There's an old adage that to win a street fight one had best land the first punch. I did just that and landed it with the idea in mind that if it landed there would only be three to my one after it.

I threw the punch at his chin but actually toward a point four inches back of his chin. I was punching through ... and he, bless him, was coming in fast.

My fist caught his chin like the butt end of an axe hitting a log, and he was cold before he hit the ground. I had thrown my weight with the right hand punch, but as the blow landed I rolled at the hips, throwing a left from where my fist was when the right landed. The second man coming in caught the left, and then a man leaped on my back. I had thrown myself far to the right with the follow through with the left hook, and he leaped across my back rather than on it.

Turning sharply, I was face to face with the fourth man while the third was climbing off the grass. My right hand brought the pistol out, and laid the barrel of it across the side of his head, then wheeled on the one who was getting up. I had the gun on him, but backed swiftly around to face McCaleb.

I had them both under the gun, and they stopped. I backed off just a little in case any of the others made a move to rise. One of them was on his knees, shaking his head.

I am going to kill you, I said to the fourth man. He began to back up, pleading.

Now listen, guvner, he pleaded, this here's a mistake! I...

You! I motioned to the man I'd hit with the left, who was getting up. You two have just one chance of walking away from here.

What? Now, see here! We ...!

I had moved a little closer. You two, I said, were hired to beat up a man, perhaps to kill him. Now you're going to earn your money.

They stared at me, but the gun offered little room for argument You're going to earn it, I said, or when they sweep up in the morning they'll have your corpses to sweep away.

I pointed at McCaleb with the pistol. Let's see how good you are ... beat him up.

What? Hey, now ...!

My thumb eared back the hammer, and the click was loud in the park. You've got until I count three. One! They hesitated. Two!

McCaleb turned to run, and they wasted no time. Leaping after him, they began swinging with a will. Both were strong men, if not in very good shape, but McCaleb was tough. He turned sharply around, and he was no coward. He plowed into them, swinging.

Had he attacked instead of trying to get away, he might have done it, but they'd landed several heavy ones before he got started. It was a short, vicious, bloody fight, but in moments they had him staggering. He kicked, butted, and swung, and he had brass knuckles on his right hand ... but so did they.

He went down suddenly, started to get up, and they both swung at his skull. He went down again, and they started to reach for him.

That's enough! Now beat it!

They hesitated, gasping for breath, then they turned and ran in a stumbling run toward the park entrance on Madison.

Suddenly a voice spoke behind me. Ah, that was a lovely sight! A lovely sight, lad! Sure, 'n these four years I've been wishin' for such a chance! Beggin' all the saints for it!

My gun was in my hand when I turned. The man standing there was a large Irish policeman, and he was smiling. Put it away, lad. You'll no be needin' it.

I want to shake you by the hand, I do. That spalpeen of a Jake ... he's standin' in with some of them with political power in the town, and there's no touchin' him, but I've wished this many a time to put him behind bars where he belongs.

They attacked me, I said. I am afraid the gentleman and I had a few words over in the Fifth Avenue, where I am staying.

I know that, lad. I heard of it. There's little happens about here that does not come to me, and I've had me eye on that Jake for a long time now. I was expectin' this ... but not tonight.

Oh, it was a lovely sight! Ah, man, you should be a boxer!

Thank you, officer. I think I'd better get inside. If you have no objections?

Oh, none at all! Go along with ye, an' carry the blessin's of Tom Mulrooney with ye! He waved a hand. Go along! Ye'll hear no more of this!

When I reached the walk in front of the hotel I straightened my coat and put my hat back on my head. For a moment I stood on the steps, composing myself, then strolled inside, nodded to the clerk, and crossed to the elevator.

Suddenly, I felt very good. New York was quite a town, after all. Quite a town.

I could come to like it here.

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Yet I found myself restless, and my mind returned again and again to the mountains and to my promise to Uruwishi. I thought I had detected in the old man's manner a wish to do just as I wished ... to go to the Medicine Wheel. What it meant to him, if anything, I did not know, but he had been a great warrior. I knew he did not wish to waste away, to die slowly, seated by the fire.

On the night after my brief difficulty in Madison Square, I took Lorna to the theater. She wore a new gown she'd found in a shop on Broadway. At that time the fashionable shopping area was on Broadway between the St. Nicholas Hotel and Thirty-Fourth Street, and most of the great stores were located there. She found the gown she wanted in Stewart's, and as we were shown down the aisle to our seats I overheard many complimentary comments, as many from women as from men.

She was excited, and I was pleased for her. This was more her world than mine, for I longed for the feel of a good horse under me and the fresh chill of a wind from off the Big Horns. I wanted again the dark and lonely canyons where only echoes lived, the crash and roar of waters charging between the boulders, hurling themselves against a rocky wall ... I wanted to skirt the deadfalls, gather the dead sticks from the ground, build a fire of cedar or pine, and smell the smoke.

I liked to sit in Delmonico's or the Fifth Avenue and watch the pretty women pass. I liked the swish of silks and the quiet tones of people talking ... I liked to think they spoke of music, the arts, and the theater, and that they said witty things or ironic ones ... but I knew that most of the conversation was dull and commonplace, of day-to-day things, a woman complaining because her corset was too tight, and a man wishing he could get outside for a smoke or a drink.

But I liked looking at them, though not so much as at my own country, so far, far away, and I whispered to Lorna, I'm going back. I want to see the country again from up on the Beaver Rim ... I want to ride the trails up the Wind Rivers and drink from the Popo Agie.

She nodded quickly. I'm afraid I do too, Ben. Let's go home.

When the show had finished, we went backstage for Ninon. She was dressing quickly, and she looked around at me and laughed. Ben, you look like a little lost boy tonight!

I am, I admitted, I'm going back to the mountains.

Tonight?

No ... soon. Lorna wants to go, too.

My show closes on Saturday, Ben. I think I will play Millinette for the last time, then.

It is enough. You can come home with me.

She gasped, beautifully, teasing. Lorna! Did you hear that? I think he's proposing. Suddenly she looked very prim, and she came right up to me and looked up at me, her eyes laughing. Young man, are your intentions honorable?

Sort of ... at least they are intentions.

There was one more thing to do, something I'd neglected. I called upon Stryker.

There's a place called the Gold Exchange, I think?

He looked at me curiously. Yes, of course. You are interested in buying gold?

Selling, I said, I want to sell gold.

He frowned a little. But you see, they have no gold at the Gold Exchange. They are buying paper ... speculating in gold prices.

I want to sell gold, I replied quietly, a considerable amount.

He sat back in his chair. That can be arranged, of course. It might be interesting to see their reaction to some real gold. Do you have this gold? Or is it still to be mined?

From my inside belt I took a bar of gold weighing about two kilos. No, it is gold. Here ... fresh, clean, unadulterated.

He was startled. You are carrying that around with you? On your person?

Part of the time, I admitted. At the going price I imagine that is worth about fifteen hundred dollars. I want to sell this one and eleven others just like it.

He sat back in his chair. He looked a little pale. Shafter, I never knew anybody like you. You mean you have about twenty thousand dollars in pure gold? And you're carrying it with you?

Oh, I've been reasonably careful! Can you arrange a sale?

Of course, of course! A dozen bars of gold! Shafter, I never saw the like! He sobered suddenly. I suppose you can account for it? After all, that's a lot of gold.

I have a little mine out there ... I dug the gold myself, my brother and I melted it down in his blacksmith shop.

A little mine? This would seem to be something quite substantial. How large a crew do you have at work?

I shrugged, very casually. I mined this myself. I hadn't much time, you know, just enough to get started before winter came on, and I made a few trips after the freeze up, but I'm no miner.

But surely, you'll open it up in the spring? You could get a crew in there ... no telling how much you might take out. It's worth millions!

Maybe. There's no question about the surface values. They are excellent, and I've no doubt I could get a good bit more out, but I'm no miner, as I've said, and I have some cattle now and am more interested in building up a cow ranch. I suppose I'll work at it from time to time, but I'm not that interested.

Would you sell? I am not making an offer, understand, but well ... this is gold, man. Gold!

I hadn't thought of selling. Of course ... if the price was right ... but how do you put a price on gold? I've only to mine what I want, buy what I want, and whenever I need money go back and dig out some more.

But that's no way to do it. You need a crew ... equipment. A mine as valuable as that should be a big venture. Why, there are men here in town who would jump at the chance.

Maybe. I got up. If you can find a buyer, I would appreciate it. For the gold, that is.

That twenty thousand, if I could get that much, represented freedom. A time to work, to plan, to decide just where I wanted to go and what to do. Whatever else I might do I knew that I would do some ranching. I had learned a little about cattle, and the market for beef was growing.

Good grazing land was to be had for the taking, and I believed some of the men now at our town would come with me.

But what of Ninon? Could she leave all this for the frontier? Many women had followed their men into the lonely lands, and from her brief experience with us she knew what it was like ... but had I the right to ask her?

Well, why not? She could only say no ... and I had almost asked her at dinner.

I shook hands with Stryker and left him hurrying back to bis office. Twenty thousand dollars, the amount I hoped to realize from my gold venture, was a good-sized fortune in this day.

Lorna was waiting for me at the hotel. Ben, we've a letter from Cain. There's been trouble.

What is it?

Ollie Trotter shot Neely Stuart ... wounded him very badly. It was some fight over Neely's mine. I think from what Cain says ...

I took the letter from her hand.

Dear Lorna and Ben:

Shortly after you left Finnerly, Pappin and Trotter returned to town. Nobody saw them until Neely went to his mine. They'd broken the lock off the door and were digging up some gold they had cached there before he sent them away.

He tried to stop them, and Trotter shot him. Colly heard the shot and went to see what had happened, and they rode off. Webb got a look at them as they left, so we have double identification.

Colly trailed them into the mountains but they got clean away. Neither Stacy nor Ethan was about, but Colly thinks they will come back.

The cattle are doing well. Business has fallen off some, but we've a half dozen wagon loads of ties to freight to the railroad.

Nubbin Taylor, his wife and youngsters were killed by Indians, their cabin burned, stock run off.

There was a little more, but what I had read was quite enough.

If the Indians had attacked Taylor's place ... he was only four miles east of town ... anything might happen. Lorna, I said, better get packed. We're going home.

She smiled. Bendigo, I am packed. I knew you'd be wanting to leave.

Chapter
39

She stood by the window, looking down into the street, and I looked at her and thought how different a world was this from our own little town at the foot of the Wind Rivers!

This sister of mine was tall, beautifully shaped, with clear, intelligent eyes, a wry, but pleasant sense of humor ... what would her life be?

There's one thing I must do, I said.