The Newcomer in White River
The sun was
making its appearance for the day. The man sitting by the campfire paused to watch the sunrise and smiled in
appreciation at the awesome beauty before him as
inky blackness faded into golden sunshine. This time of day was his favorite, and
he always enjoyed the dawning of each new day.
He returned to making coffee,
crushing the beans on a flat rock carefully with the butt of his six-gun. There
were just enough for the morning's coffee, and he couldn't afford to waste any.
He had double-checked the food supplies, but there were none left. The dark-haired man shrugged. There were always
rabbits in the fields and fish in the streams so they wouldn't go hungry. In
fact, this morning's fare last night's warmed-over dinner was much better than
some they'd had. When the coffee was almost ready,
Hannibal Heyes rose from the fire to wake the man
still sleeping nearby.
"Rise and shine, partner, the
day's a wasting," he said as he shook his friend's shoulder.
Jedediah
"Kid" Curry woke up immediately,
instantly alert. He stretched his lean body to its
full length and got up. He would have liked to sleep later, but knew his
partner wanted to hit the road. Heyes was always ready to hit the road. Curry wondered idly if and when the governor of
Wyoming came through with his promise, Heyes would ever be able to settle down
in one place. He somehow didn't think so, no matter what Heyes said to the
contrary. He wasn't even sure if he could.
More than three years ago, the
governor of Wyoming had given his word that if Hannibal Heyes and Kid Curry
would go straight and stay out of trouble for "a year or so" he would
give them both an amnesty for their past crimes of bank and train robbery. So
far, for one reason or another, the governor had not kept his word.
To be strictly honest, although the
two outlaws had managed to stay out of banks and off of trains except for the
purposes they were intended they couldn't seem to keep out of trouble for any length of time. Trouble always managed to find them,
whether in the form of eagle-eyed sheriffs not
wanting two outlaws, reformed or not, in their towns; bounty hunters out for
the ten-thousand dollar reward still offered on each of them; or old friends in
need of a helping hand.
As the two men were saddling their
horses, they talked. "Kid, how much money do you have?" Heyes asked.
"Same as I did when you asked me
two days ago: seven dollars, fifty cents, and you
have about ten dollars. Why?" the Kid answered with a grimace. Available
jobs were scarce in this part of the country, and money was unusually tight
right now for both of them.
"We need to find a town
somewhere soon; we're out of supplies. White River is not more than a couple
hours ride from here. We need to increase our stake anyhow. Maybe we can find a
few men who don't know the odds in playing poker." Heyes grinned wickedly at the prospect.
Curry didn't return the smile, only
looked at his partner for a long moment. When he mounted his horse without a
word, Heyes knew the Kid was still perturbed with him about last night.
They rode into White River
mid-morning. It was a pretty town nestled in a valley between two large hills. The large river rippling through a meadow on the
far side of town apparently gave the town its name. As they approached the center
of town, they saw tidy homes with children playing
nearby. There were all types of businesses mixed
in: a telegraph office, a hotel, a mercantile, a laundry, and a bank. Saloons
and a livery stable could just be seen in the distance at the other end of town.
There was no train station, at least not as far as they could tell.
Heyes noticed the bank first off. "Now,
there's a place just a begging to be robbed," he told his partner with a
mischievous smile on his face.
"Now, Heyes, you know better'n that." Curry took his friend seriously
until he saw the smug look on Heyes' face.
"You
"I mean it, Kid. Look at that
place. No bars on the windows. I don't see a guard inside, and I'll just bet it
has nicer furniture in there than in some people's front parlor."
"Yeah. And a good ol' Pierce and Hamilton '73
in the back, too, most likely. Don't even think about it."
"I'm not 'thinking, I'm just looking." Heyes protested, too innocently, "The governor didn't say a thing
about just looking."
"The governor 'didn't say' a lot of
things. I know just what you're 'just looking' at. Don't! You're making me nervous." The reply
was not said jokingly.
"Oh, Kid, you're getting to be
no fun at all." Heyes looked over at his friend in annoyance. He knew this
amnesty business was changing them, but he wasn't
sure if he liked some of the changes in his friend or in himself for that
matter.
The partners entered the first saloon
they saw, walked up to the bar, and asked for a beer. After drinking half of his in one long, satisfying
gulp, Heyes turned his back to the bar and looked
around the room. Although it was still early in the day, several tables were in
use, and Heyes saw one on the other side of the room with four men sitting
around it, playing cards.
After watching them play for several
minutes, he turned to the Kid. "I think I've found our game. Those four
men over there don't know the first thing about poker," he said with a
devilish look.
Curry turned around and smiled.
"Well, then. What's keeping us?"
Several hours later, the two men
walked out of the saloon, Heyes richer by more than fifty dollars. "That was my kind of game. When will
people learn not to draw to an inside straight?" he asked, not really
expecting an answer.
"Well," Curry responded
happily, "when they do, I reckon I'll stop
playing." He was well satisfied with the extra thirty-five dollars in his
pocket.
They mounted their horses, hitched in
front of the saloon, and rode to the mercantile they had passed on their way
into town. It was designed like most of the other general stores Heyes and Curry had been in: food to the left of the store, dry
goods to the right, and hardware along the rear wall. The two men selected a modest
amount of supplies that would keep well on the trail.
Letting the Kid settle up the
account, Heyes wandered over to a stack of books for sale that he'd noticed
near the back of the store. He saw several he would
enjoy reading but, after mentally adding up the cost, decided against buying
any. He was tempted momentarily to abscond with one, but when he used to steal,
it was in grand style and large amounts. Never let it be said that Hannibal
Heyes was a petty thief. Besides, he hardly ever thought of stealing any more.
At least not more than once or twice a month now! With a shake of his head and
a derisive chuckle at himself, he turned away from the books and joined the
Kid. "You boys joining in the big celebration?" the owner inquired.
"What celebration?" Curry
asked as he put the change in a back pocket. "Joshua, you owe me eight dollars." He accepted Heyes'
part of the bill and added it to the rest of his money.
"There's a big Founders' Day
picnic tomorrow down by the river. The whole town will be there," replied
the storeowner.
Heyes and Curry looked at each other.
"Sounds like fun, but we're only here for a few supplies before we go on our way," Curry carefully
responded. He had seen a certain look on his friend's face and had a feeling that,
as nice as this town probably was, both he and Heyes would do well to leave as
soon as possible. More to the point, he couldn't get last night's conversation
out of his mind.
"Do you know of any jobs around
here?" Heyes questioned, bringing an immediate frown to his friend's face.
"Jobs?" The bespectacled
shopkeeper thought for a minute before replying. "Afraid not. White
River's a nice town, and maybe once the railroad comes through, jobs will pick
up; but right now, I doubt if either one of you boys will find much. You could
try the Circle M, though. Mr. Morgan might have
something for you. He and his family will be in town tomorrow. Ask him
then."
"Joshua? Don't you think we
should be?" began the blond man, hoping
against hope that Heyes would decide to travel on a bit further.
His hopes were dashed though when his
partner said, "You know, we just might do that. White River is a nice
place. Big doings, huh?"
"Yes sir," the other man
said. "Everyone comes and brings food to share. I'm sure both of you will
be most welcome. Why don't you come as guests of my wife and me? We have no
children; she'd enjoy having someone to fuss over."
"We wouldn't want to impose," Heyes demurred.
Curry wanted to punch his friend out,
knowing that "imposing" was exactly what Heyes had in mind.
"Not a bit of it! I'm Robert
Weaver and my wife is Sarah. Wait 'til I tell her;
she'll be pleased as punch. And you are?" Mr.
Weaver's words trailed off as he waited for the two strangers to give their own
names.
"I'm Joshua Smith and this is my
good friend, Thaddeus Jones," Heyes said with
a disarming smile, shaking the proffered hand.
Robert Weaver looked the two men
over. Smith and Jones? All of a sudden, he wondered at his wisdom in asking
them to stay. They both appeared honest enough, even though they were
trail-worn and dusty, but Smith and Jones? He considered himself a pretty
fair judge of character, but he knew his wife was a better one. "Let me
introduce you to my wife. Sarah? Sarah, come here. I want you to meet someone."
Pride in his wife was evident.
Sarah Weaver came from another part
of the store at her husband's call. When she saw the two strangers standing
nearby, she greeted them warmly. "How can I help you, gentlemen?"
Bob and Sarah Weaver were a
comfortable-looking couple in their mid- to late-thirties;
self-possessed people who were happy with life and expected everyone else to be as well. There was an air of well-being
about them.
Her husband made the introductions.
"Sarah, this is Mr. Joshua Smith and Mr. Thaddeus Jones. They're looking
for work, possibly at the Circle M, and I've invited them both to be our guests
tomorrow for Founders' Day, seeing as they don't know anyone in town as
yet."
Mrs. Weaver scrutinized the two men
carefully. It was obvious she was having the same thoughts her husband was
about their common last names.
Heyes, his conscience nipping at him
a bit, said, "Ma'am, it was real nice of your
husband to invite us, but we really shouldn't. We'll ride out to Mr. Morgan's
ranch this evening to ask about those jobs. We don't want
"Nonsense," Mrs. Weaver
said briskly, "Bob's right. You both are most welcome
to have dinner with us tomorrow. We'll see you about one p.m. or so. You can
talk with Mr. Morgan then. Why don't you get rooms at the hotel just down the way a bit? It's plain, but clean and
comfortable, and the rate is reasonable."
Heyes spoke up before his friend
could. "Thank you, Mr. Weaver; you too, ma'am. Much obliged. We'll be
looking forward to seeing you then. See you both here about one?" It was a
question, and the two Weavers nodded as Heyes and
Curry left.
"Doggone it, Heyes," Curry
exploded, once they were mounted on the horses and headed slowly to the livery stable. "Why don't we just ride out now?
They're real good folk."
"Kid, I know that. But it's nice
to be around good folk once in a while, even if only for an afternoon. We can
always leave tomorrow night or Sunday morning at the latest. Tell me, do you
want to look up this man Morgan and ask him for a job?"
"You know I don't. I hate ranch
work as much as you do. I just don't want you looking' at that bank." The Kid's voice was quiet now.
Heyes halted his horse and stared at his friend.
"You're serious." He was incredulous.
"Of course I'm serious. I saw
that look on your face a little while ago. I've seen that look on your face
often enough to know what it means. Trouble." There was real concern in
Curry's tone, and Heyes knew that his cousin was not playing around.
"Sure, I was tempted, but only
for a minute." Heyes wasn't going to mention his stray thoughts about the
books. He was being honest with the Kid now. "Put that thought out of your
mind. Kid, I have. There's no way I'm going to jeopardize
our amnesty like that. I don't care how much money
is in that bank." Heyes' face and the tone of
voice he used showed that he was upset at his partner's implication.
Curry sighed deeply. "I know you
want that amnesty. I just had to be sure, I guess. For a while there, though, I
was afraid you'd do something foolish, and I'd have to back you up, and then
we'd both be in real trouble again. No offense
intended."
"None taken, Kid. I suppose I
shouldn't have said what I did about the bank." Heyes' face cleared, and he smiled. "Let's get these
horses taken care of and then us. That hotel sounds mighty inviting just about
now."
While Heyes and the Kid took their time
currying their horses, each man had some disturbing thoughts.
It had been just last night that he
and Heyes'd had the argument, Curry realized. It
seemed longer somehow.
After supper and with the horses
cared for, the two men were enjoying a final cup of coffee when Heyes' lips tightened as he gazed into the firelight, not
really seeing it.
"What?" Curry asked.
"Do you realize that we haven't
had more than a hundred dollars between us at any one time in more than six
months?" Heyes responded with a pained look on his face.
"Yeah, so?" Curry couldn't
tell where this was leading to.
"So! Hmm.
Just between you and me, I don't think the governor's ever going to give us that
amnesty. Wheat always
said we'd never get it."
"Wheat's jealous." Curry
dismissed Wheat Carlson with a wave of his hand. He
wished Heyes would get to the point.
"We might just as well rob the
first bank we come to and do some high living for a change," Heyes
commented as though he was remarking on the weather.
"Rob a bank? Hannibal Heyes,
have you lost your mind completely?!" The mere
fact that the Kid used Heyes' first name a name
Curry knew Heyes detested showed how shocked he was.
"Think about it logically. Kid. We can't get a
well-paying job anywhere, let alone hold one for any length of time before we
have to leave, generally because of some sheriff like the last time or
because someone like Kyle Murtry
comes riding into town yelling out our names the
time before that. This is no life."
"Logically? I thought you were
the one who wanted to go straight, have a future? You think logically. What are we wanted for?"
There was silence from Heyes.
"The way I figure it, the
governor's testing us, and he can't afford to make it any too easy for us. So
what happens if we do rob some bank? Assuming we're not caught red-handed, that
is. Every lawman and bounty hunter will be hot on
our trails, even more than they are now. Our
friends will get wind of it and most likely join the chase. People like Lom Trevors, or Judge Hanley,
or even the Jordans. You want that?" The Kid
understood Heyes' frustration. He'd felt that way
many times himself, but usually it was Heyes who
talked him into staying honest.
"No, of course not. It's just
taking so long."
Hoping to talk some sense into his
normally level-headed partner, Curry continued, "I know that, but Heyes,
we made our beds a long time ago. You know as well
as I do, we really don't deserve this kind of second chance. If it takes five
years or even twenty years more to get it, we have to make the best of it. At
least we're not in prison. We ought to take this second chance and be grateful.
The governor's doing us a favor in offering us that amnesty."
"The governor can keep his
amnesty" Heyes began unreasonably.
"Well, he can keep yours if
that's what you want. But he is going to give me mine, eventually." Afraid
of saying anything more, the Kid stormed off into the darkness, leaving Heyes
to stare morosely at the fire.
Heyes, meanwhile, was thinking about
changes. It seemed to him that his whole life had gone haywire during the last
three years because of the amnesty deal they'd made with the governor. Of
course it had, he realized. They'd been thieves for so long, himself in particular, that it was difficult to think
honestly at times, especially when he saw banks with no bars at the windows or
guards at the doors. He seriously mulled over what the Kid had said last night
he was right, anything sure did beat going to prison even going straight.
As for the changes in the Kid, there
were too many to count. The Kid had actually started to think honestly! He always used to follow Heyes' lead in most things. Now it was as if the tables
were turned Heyes was beginning to follow the
Kid's lead more often. His partner had made a lot of sense last night. Heyes
really did want that amnesty, and even if he had to wait for it, he would. He
made the vow silently.
By the time they were finished, it
was almost suppertime and both were looking forward
to a well-cooked meal and clean sheets on a soft bed. Neither man had ever
learned to take that type of comfort for granted.
They were just leaving the stable
when the Kid felt his back pocket rip. "What the... Hey! Come back here,
you little thief!"
Curry and Heyes took off running
after a boy who was clutching Curry's poker winnings. The race was brief and
one-sided. Before the boy had gone twenty feet, each man grabbed an arm of the
fleeing boy and pulled him to a stop between them.
"Give me that!" Curry
grabbed the money from the boy's clenched fist.
"What's your name, boy?"
Heyes asked while Curry counted his money and put
it away in another pocket.
He was muttering angrily, "Look
what he did! Tore my pants Have to fix 'em
Joshua, he stole my money! I'm gonna"
"You're gonna calm down and do it
right now! That's what you're gonna do!" Heyes
said somewhat heatedly himself.
Curry took a deep breath and walked a
few steps away. When his flash of hot temper had cooled a bit, he asked his
friend, "Just what're we going to do with
him?"
The two men looked at the boy and
were appalled at what they saw. The boy, what they could see of him behind the
dirt, was about ten or so, filthy, ragged, and cold. Although the weather was
warmer now that spring had arrived, it was still too chilly to be without a coat.
His face had a thin, pinched look of hunger as he looked furtively around,
trying to figure how to escape the two strangers who wore their guns tied down
low, gunfighter style.
The boy made a sudden break, but
Curry grabbed his shoulder none too gently. "Oh no, you don't. Stay put,
young man!" he said irritably.
"You got your money. Leave me
alone." The boy twisted and turned, but the blond-haired man just let him struggle until he was still.
"Now," Heyes turned the boy to face him. "What's your
name?" No answer. "Where're your
parents?"
The child still said nothing, staring
stubbornly at the ground.
"Boy, we can do this the easy
way or the hard way. You can answer our questions here or you can answer them
in the sheriff's office." Heyes sincerely hoped that the mere threat of
the sheriff would be enough. He wasn't sure what they'd do if the boy called
his bluff.
The boy mumbled something.
Heyes hooked his finger under the
boy's chin and brought it up so he could see the child's eyes. "What did
you say? I couldn't hear you."
"My name's Gus Carter." Gus
tried to look anywhere except into those intense brown eyes that saw too much,
but Heyes would not let him turn away.
"Well, Gus Carter, how old are
you?" came the next question from Heyes.
"Fourteen,"
was the whispered reply.
"Thaddeus, why do I think ten is closer to the mark?
Come over here and let's talk about this."
Still holding Gus between them, they
walked back toward the livery stable and sat on two bales of hay that were conveniently
located just outside the barn.
"Gus, where are your
parents?" The Kid's temper was back to normal. He was well aware of the
boy's physical condition. Both he and Heyes had been cold and hungry more than
once when they weren't much older than Gus.
"I think it's safe to say Gus
doesn't have any parents, and he's on his own. Isn't that right. son?"
Heyes asked. The boy nodded but didn't say
anything.
"What happened?" Heyes
asked the question quietly too quietly. The tone Heyes used, the boy was
afraid not to tell the truth. "My ma and pa,
they got sick and died a couple of years ago. We lived in Brown's Corner."
He named a town about fifty miles or so south of White River. "The
preacher there gave me to a family, but they... they didn't understand not
really. After I ran away a couple of times, they put me in an orphanage."
The boy's voice was bitter, too old for someone so young. "Anyhow, I
didn't like that place neither, so I ran away. I didn't want to go back to
Brown's Corner so I came here. I won't go back to that orphanage; I'll just run
away again." There was real fire in Gus's eyes
now.
That statement reflected Heyes' own feelings about a certain Kansas orphanage more
than twenty years before.
"How long have you been in White
River?" Curry had just about forgotten the attempted theft of his money. He, too, was remembering his own days in the same
Kansas orphanage and the reasons why they had run away from it. At least he and
Heyes'd had each other. This boy had no one.
"Not long... a couple of days
maybe." Gus was answering the questions mechanically now, not even trying
to lie. He leaned against Heyes' shoulder tiredly and closed his eyes.
Heyes wrapped his arms around the boy
and looked at Curry sadly. "We've got ourselves a real problem here, my
friend, and I'm not sure what to do. You know we can't afford to get
involved."
"Looks like we already are,
whether we want to be or not," was the blunt reply.
"I suppose so. We can't worry
much about what might happen tomorrow. We have enough to deal with right now.
First things first. Gus needs food and a bath, clean clothes, and somewhere to
sleep. You go back to Weaver's store and get a shirt, pants whatever. Don't
let on why you're getting them less you have to. I'll take Gus and get the three of us
registered at the hotel. I suppose we'll need two rooms and a bath with hot
water lots of hot water." He looked over at his cousin.
"Why don't we meet in the hotel
dining room? This boy is hungry. We can get ourselves cleaned up later."
Heyes followed his words with action as he picked the boy up in his arms.
"Okay. I'll meet you there in a
bit. Don't know what I'll tell the Weavers, though." Curry, ever the
worrier, wondered what kind of lie he'd have to tell the man and woman who had
impressed him so much.
At the mercantile, Curry walked in
expecting to see the friendly face of either Bob or Sarah Weaver. Instead, a
young woman offered to assist him. Throwing himself
on her mercy, he explained simply that his ten-year old "nephew"
needed a sudden complete change of clothing. She took his request quite in
stride, giving him her best advice about size and quality. Carrying the bundle
of clothing, Curry went back to the stables before making his way to the hotel.
It didn't seem to matter much that a good deal of the thirty-five dollars
almost stolen from him was just about gone, spent on the same person who had
tried to steal it in the first place.
Heyes was having
problems of his own. He felt conspicuous as he carried the now-sleeping boy in
his arms to the hotel. At the registration desk, Heyes propped Gus between the barricade and his own body, allowing
the boy's head to fall to his shoulder. "Can you help me? I need rooms for two adults and one child. My
partner and I find ourselves with an unplanned overnight guest. Do you have any
suggestions?"
"We have a large room on the
second floor that is designed for small families. It has a double bed as well
as a single bed. Will that do?" The clerk named a price that Heyes thought
fair.
"We'll take it, and
thanks." Heyes signed the register and paid for one night's stay in
advance. "We may stay an extra night or so, but I'm not sure when our
business will be completed. If we do stay, one of us will let you know."
The clerk nodded
his agreement, and Heyes continued, "Where is the dining room, and who do
I see about baths after dinner?"
"The dining room is just behind
you, sir; I'll see to the baths myself. I'll have them brought to your room by eight-thirty. That
should give you time enough for an enjoyable meal." The helpful clerk made a notation on a slip of paper.
Heyes nodded his thanks and turned
away when he saw the Kid walk through the door carrying the bundle of new clothes he had purchased as well as their bedrolls and
saddlebags that had been forgotten during the
confusion at the stable.
"Gus? Gus, wake up. It's time to
eat. Come on now." Heyes jiggled the boy gently
just before dropping his feet to the floor while
still supporting him. Gus was by no means awake, but he was moving in the right
direction toward the dining room.
The waitress came up, and Curry
ordered beef stew for all three of them. It was the least expensive item on the
menu, and he knew they would have to conserve every cent they had -again.
After the waitress left, Heyes spoke
to Gus. "I think it's only fair that you know our names. My name's Joshua
Smith and this is my partner, Thaddeus Jones. You
can call us Joshua and Thaddeus." He threw a
questioning look at Curry, who nodded.
Dinner was not the disaster either
man feared it would be. Although sullen and watchful throughout
the meal, Gus hungrily ate every scrap of food on his plate. Heyes and Curry were concerned, but left him alone as he ate. They
had more to worry about than the attitude of one small boy.
"Kid, er,
Thaddeus."
Heyes'
slip caused Curry's jaw to drop in shock. That kind of mistake could get them
both twenty years in the Wyoming Territorial
Prison. It was obvious that Heyes was bothered
about something that something being the small person of Gus Carter.
"Thaddeus I've been thinking.
Gus needs a home somewhere, and there's no way we can take care of him
ourselves." Heyes ignored the sudden fear in the boy's eyes as he
continued to think out loud. "But no orphanage. We know that and
why." The object of their discussion slumped back in his chair in obvious
relief.
Curry wanted to continue this discussion
in private, so he said, "Joshua, it's been a long day. Let's head on up to
our room. Does bed sound good to anyone besides me?" He stood and gathered
their pile of belongings that had been stacked in a
corner. He slung both saddlebags over one shoulder, tucked
the two bedrolls under one arm, and picked up the bundle of new clothes. He
took the hotel key near Heyes' plate and left with
a "now-what-are-you-going-to-do" look on
his face.
Heyes glared daggers at his friend's
back as he realized he was stuck with the boy and the bill for their meal. He
called the waitress over and gave her a few bills, then looked down at the
unhappy boy. His heart constricted in unexpressed sympathy. It was not right
for the fate of a child's future to depend on a stranger's whim, he decided.
"What'cha gonna do?" Gus asked,
his dirt-streaked face dejected.
"Do? We're going upstairs and
get a good night's sleep," was the reply.
"No. What about me? You don't
want me either. I'd be real good." Gus looked hopeful as he made the
pie-crust promise easily.
Heyes thought about their vagabond
existence. "It isn't a question of not wanting you. We don't live here,
and we travel around a lot. You need more than we can give."
"Why didn't you take me to the
sheriff?"
Heyes supposed the question was
reasonable. He answered the boy with one of his own. "Do you want to go
back to the orphanage?" A vehement shake of Gus's
head was his answer. "The sheriff would have to take you back there by
law, that's why. Let's go on up to our room. Okay?" Heyes wanted to get
away from the subject of the sheriff but quick.
Gus nodded,
and the two left.
When Heyes opened the door to their
room, Gus saw three copper tubs in the middle of the room with many large
buckets of hot steaming water all around them. The Kid was in one of the tubs,
clearly enjoying himself.
"I'm not gonna take a bath! You
can't make me!" Gus had a sudden surge of energy as he protested and attempted
to turn tail and run. Heyes blocked his exit and picked Gus up, his feet
dangling. He kicked the door shut behind him and plopped the squirming boy hard
in the closest chair.
"You will not tell me what you
are and are not going to do. If Thaddeus or I tell
you to do something, you will do it. Is that clear?" Heyes was not angry,
but he felt he had to lay down this one basic rule.
"Yes, sir." Tears welled up
in the boy's hazel eyes but did not fall.
Curry stared in some surprise at the older
man. He didn't know how Heyes knew what to do or say, but it crossed his mind
that Heyes would make a good father someday. Just
wait 'til I tell him that, he thought with a smile.
Finished, Curry reached over for his towel and got out of the tub.
Wrapping the towel around his waist, the Kid got ready for the night.
In the meantime, Heyes helped Gus
strip down to his birthday suit. He was dismayed to see how gaunt the boy was.
When Gus got in the tub, the warm soapy water
worked its magic on him as he reluctantly started washing. He sank deep in the
water until nothing could be seen except his dirty hair and face.
"Once the rest of you is clean,
I'll help you with your hair." Heyes' voice brooked no nonsense, and the tired child nodded.
It took quite a while, but finally Gus announced, "I'm done."
Heyes, his own ablutions completed,
washed the boy's hair thoroughly several times. He had held back two full
buckets of water for this purpose. When he was sure that all of the dirt and
soap were gone, he handed Gus a towel and laid out the new clothes.
Gus's eyes widened when he realized
the new clothing was for him. "Gosh," was all he said. Heyes knew
that gratitude was probably foreign to the boy, and the words thank you were
no longer a part of his vocabulary.
As the three sat down in comfortable
chairs. Curry took his Colt and proceeded to clean
it. He saw no reason not to, just because there was a child present.
"How old are you, Gus? And don't tell
me again that you're fourteen," Heyes asked
again, all the while wondering what they were going to do with the boy when
morning came.
Now that the several layers of
accumulated dirt had disappeared, Heyes and Curry could see that Gus Carter was
a good-looking kid with a shock of rust-colored hair flopping over his brow.
Freckles danced across the bridge of his nose, and a lopsided
dimple came and went as he spoke. "I'm ten well, almost ten."
Heyes carefully hid a smile. "Almost" was such an important word to a
child. He glanced at his partner.
The Kid didn't even try to hide a
smile. "Reminds me of a couple of kids we used to know, don't he?"
Heyes shook his head and scowled at
his friend. "Shh."
Fortunately, Gus didn't seem to be
paying attention to the two men at the moment as he watched Curry clean his
six-gun. He yawned widely and announced,
"Don't see why I had to take a bath anyhow. I'll just get dirty all over
again."
"Yes, he does remind me of those
two boys." Heyes did smile then. "It's late, Gus, you go on to bed. Thaddeus and I need to talk."
They saw the mulish look on the boy's
face and were pleased when he didn't talk back. He left the two men without a
word, crawled into bed, and pulled up the covers, but refused to close his
eyes. That didn't last long, however. For the first time in quite a long while,
Gus Carter was warm and well-fed. Gradually, as nature took over, his eyes
closed and he went to sleep.
Curry was
the first to speak. "What can we do, Heyes? We can't go to the sheriff,
even if we wanted to."
Heyes shook his head, unable to come
up with an answer.
"I don't suppose we could take
him with us?" Even before he spoke. Curry knew
the answer no. "Think we ought to wire Lom? I know he'd help out."
It was a good suggestion the Kid had come up with, but once again Heyes shook
his head. "No. Lom'd only want to put Gus back
in some orphanage. He'd think that would be the best place for him. Lom Trevors is a fine man, but I doubt he's ever seen the
inside of one of those places. He wouldn't understand not really." Heyes
mimicked Gus exactly.
"Well, how 'bout Big Mac?" Curry referred to Pat McCreedy, a good friend who owned a large ranch near
the Rio Grande River.
For the third time Heyes shook his
head, this time emphatically. "We can't put this boy in the middle of a
feud. You know how him and Armendariz get along.
Besides, as much as we like Mac, he's too much like us to raise a young
boy."
"Well
then, what?" The Kid had run out of ideas.
Heyes sighed deeply. "I just
don't know, Kid. Maybe one of us will come up with a brilliant idea tomorrow.
Oh, great! We're supposed to go to that picnic with the Weavers tomorrow. Don't
suppose they'd mind another mouth to feed, would they? And I suppose the
sheriffll be there, too. We'll have to avoid him."
"Like you said, we got ourselves
a real problem. Let's sleep on it," was Curry's only response. After both men had settled down, the Kid
reached over and turned the wick down until the room was dark.
The sun was at least two hours old
when Heyes finally woke up. He kept his eyes closed
as he remembered that something was wrong. He just couldn't remember offhand
what it was. He stretched, unable to keep his eyes closed any longer. As soon
as he opened his eyes, he saw Gus standing beside the bed looking at him expectantly. Now he remembered!
"Morning," the man said as
he stretched once more. "How'd you sleep? Been
up long?" He noticed that Gus was sporting his new clothes right down to
his socks, although he had not put on his shoes.
"Morning." This was said hesitantly as if Gus was
not used to saying it. "I slept okay, but I've
been up for hours and hours," he answered in reply.
Heyes got up and
dressed. "Oh, have you really?"
The boy nodded
and gave a cheeky smile as he said, "Well, it seemed like hours and
hours."
Who did this child remind Heyes of?
The fleeting thought came and went in a heartbeat. This conversation, brief as
it was, woke up Curry, who said crossly, "Pipe down, will ya? It's still the middle of the night."
"The middle of the night? But
the sun's shining." Gus was perplexed.
Heyes only grinned
at the boy as he pulled on his boots. "Don't worry about Thaddeus, he's a bear in the morning sometimes. He'll
come around." Reaching across the bed, he poked the younger man.
"Come on, sleepyhead. It's time to get up."
Curry groaned loudly as he pulled
himself up. Heyes had no right to be so chipper
this early in the morning. One of these days... Not sure what he was going to
do "one of these days," he dressed and took his turn to shave after Heyes.
As the three walked down to the
dining room, Heyes said to Curry, "After breakfast, why don't we take a
look around town and see what's here." His words had a special meaning for
them that was lost on the boy. What Heyes was really saying to his partner was,
"Let's check out the sheriff's office and make sure we don't know either
the sheriff or any of his deputies."
The three had a hearty breakfast,
with Gus eating even more than he had the night before. He had been hungry for
too long a time for even two meals to make up for the lack of good food.
"I know, let's get the horses
and go for a ride. Would you like that?" Curry asked as they were
finishing.
"That's a wonderful idea,
Thaddeus." Heyes had been wondering how to fill the extra few hours before
meeting the Weavers. He would have preferred another poker game at the saloon,
but knew that poker was out while Gus was in their care.
"Could we? I like horses!"
Gus was ecstatic. He drank the last of his milk hurriedly and left a mustache
across his upper lip.
Both men smiled at the excited boy
while Curry handed Gus his napkin. When Gus looked confused, the Kid took the
napkin and wiped the appropriate place. "Let's go!" he said,
laughing.
Saddling the horses didn't take long,
and soon the three were riding towards the river, with Gus up behind Heyes. As they
neared the well-built jail, the men read the name of the sheriff that was
posted on a sign in front James Brooks. They looked at each other and relaxed
a bit. Neither one had ever heard of James Brooks.
Preparations for the Founders' Day
picnic were well underway. There was no way they
could let their horses run through the grassy meadow with so many people
milling about, so they kept to a narrow path
between the workers to their right and the woods to their left. Heyes was unable to give Gus the gallop he had wanted,
but the boy seemed content with a fast trot.
After more than an hour, Curry
spotted a large boulder and they dismounted near it
to allow the horses to rest a few minutes before going back to town.
"Want to go to a picnic?"
Heyes asked the question once they were sitting on the grass and watching the
horses graze.
"Sure. What's a picnic?"
Gus was ready for an adventure, even if he didn't know what a picnic was.
Heyes smiled. Looking at Gus, Heyes
could almost see himself more than twenty years ago; it was an unsettling
thought. "You'll see. It's nice."
Gus asked the question he had meant
to ask earlier. "Joshua, why did you call Thaddeus 'Kid' last night?"
Curry had been afraid Gus had picked
up on Heyes' mistake, and waited for his partner to
answer.
Heyes decided that only the truth
some of it anyway would satisfy the boy's
curiosity-"Well,
Thaddeus and I are cousins, and he's younger than me. When we were boys I used
to call him that; he don't like it so much now, but sometimes I forget."
It sounded reasonable to Heyes, but would it sound
that way to Gus?
Gus looked at the two men. They were not like any
of the other men he had known in his young life. He remembered his father a
hard-working farmer. Actually, he remembered his father's love more than the
man himself.
He hadn't much liked the preacher in
Brown's Corner who was forever telling him about God's wrath when he didn't behave himself. He absolutely
hated the headmaster at the orphanage. His idea of answering a question was to
rap Gus's hand smartly with a ruler for being
impertinent. Gus did not even want to think about him.
These two men were different. They
had a hard, dangerous look about them. They looked like the gunfighters he had heard about in stories, but gunfighters wouldn't make him take a bath or feed him,
would they? Besides, what did a gunfighter look
like?
"Oh, I just wondered."
Suddenly, he didn't care. He liked the two men, especially Joshua. There was something about the dark-haired
man that drew him.
"We'd best get back if we want
to be on time for the picnic," Curry said. He was a little worried at
Gus's reaction to Heyes' explanation. That kid was
smart, maybe too smart.
They returned to town in record time.
Heyes, Curry, and Gus were walking from the livery stable
to the mercantile when they met Mrs. Weaver coming their way. She was pleased
to see them, but surprised at the sight of the small boy at their side.
"Why, Joshua, Thaddeus, how prompt you are. I
didn't know one of you had a son."
"Um, I" Heyes
was thinking as fast as he could, but his brain seemed clogged. Mrs. Weaver's
honest eyes had him buffaloed, and he found it
impossible to lie to her. "We don't. This is Gus Carter. Thaddeus and I
ran into him at the stable last night after we met you. Gus, this is Mrs.
Weaver. She and her husband own the mercantile over there."
He saw the pleading look on Gus's
face and rightly guessed the cause. Gus didn't want her to find out what really
happened with the money. Heyes arched an eyebrow but kept silent.
Sarah didn't appear to notice the
silent exchange. "It's nice to know you, Gus." She held out her hand.
Gus didn't know what to do. He looked
up at Heyes for guidance. Out of the corner of his mouth, Heyes hissed, not
unkindly, "Shake her hand and tell her you're
glad to meet her."
The woman pretended not to hear Heyes
and responded to Gus's mumbled greeting, "And I'm glad to meet you,
too."
Gus dashed away, leaving the three to talk.
"I'm not sure he should go off on his own," Heyes said, concerned
where the boy was going and what he might do.
"Oh, don't worry so, Joshua.
Boys his age like to explore," Sarah replied blithely.
"I know, but he might get into
trouble, and I wouldn't want that." Her words did not assuage Heyes' concern one bit.
"I'm sure he'll be fine. How
much trouble could he get into?"
Heyes and Curry looked at each other
in trepidation. They knew just how much trouble Gus could get into.
"Joshua, what is the real story
behind Gus? I know every child in this town, but Gus is a stranger. Where are
his parents?" Sarah looked at Heyes and Curry.
Both men searched their brains to
come up with a more logical-sounding answer but were unable to do so. They were
used to outstaring and outwitting some of the toughest
lawmen and outlaws in the West, but they had trouble meeting the gaze of one small woman with eyes that
could seemingly see into the soul of each of them.
After receiving no answer from either
of them, she added quietly, "Never mind, Gus is still welcome to come with you to the picnic. You are
bringing him, aren't you?" she asked Heyes and Curry expectantly.
"We were hoping we could, thank
you" Curry stopped in mid-sentence. The three
turned in one accord as they heard a sudden furor
behind them. They saw Gus holding a book, running
as fast as he could, and being chased by a red-faced Bob Weaver.
Gus almost got by before Heyes
could react. He grabbed Gus by the arm, sending the
book flying at Sarah's feet. "Hold on now, where are you going in such an
all-fired hurry? Stand still!" He gave Gus a sharp swat to the seat of his
pants, and the boy stood still.
Weaver came up, slightly out of
breath. "That boy stole my book! Get the sheriff! Something's got to be
done. I can't abide a thief," he said angrily.
The Kid involuntarily said,
"Don't do that... please." Both outlaws looked almost ready to run
themselves. Almost.
"Give me one good reason why I
shouldn't. Do you know this child? I trusted you two. Is this how you betray my
trust?" Bob demanded.
Sarah had been standing quietly
throughout the exchange, watching everyone but her
husband. She knew him well enough to know how he would react in any given
situation. She saw Thaddeus and Joshua's guilty
reaction to her husband's words, and she saw Gus. He stood by Joshua's side,
hiding as best as he could behind him, afraid to move. Since picking up the
book from the ground and dusting it off, she had not said anything until now.
"Wait a minute, Bob, please. Let's find out what's really going on before
you get the sheriff. Why don't we go into the store and talk? The book's not
hurt." She was calm before the storm of her furious husband.
"What is to be said? That boy's
a thief." Bob Weaver was still ready to go to the sheriff's office.
"Please don't we need to
talk," Heyes added his own plea.
"All right. We'll talk about it,
and then I'm getting the sheriff," Weaver said with a savage glare at all
of them.
Bob and Sarah Weaver led the way with
Heyes and Curry following, each holding an arm of the recalcitrant Gus.
The Weavers entered their store,
followed by Heyes, Curry, and Gus. Bob put a "closed" sign on the
door before silently leading the way to their living quarters upstairs. When
everyone was seated, he inquired in exasperation, "Now, what exactly is going on here? Who is
this boy? Joshua, Thaddeus, does he belong to you?" The angry man paused
and repeated, "I really trusted you two."
Heyes chewed his lip, wondering where
to begin and what to say. "Like I was just telling Sarah, we met Gus for
the first time at the stable last night while we were putting up our
horses."
Curry
said, "He tried to steal some money from me, and we caught him. But Joshua
and me... well, we kinda felt sorry for him."
Heyes picked up the story, "He
needed a hot meal and someplace to sleep. I thought that's why he stole the
money in the first place. I didn't count on him doing something like
this." He ran his hand through his hair distractedly.
"Where are his parents?" Sarah
asked the question again, afraid she already knew the answer.
"They're dead," Curry
answered with a regretful sigh.
"Well, then, he belongs in an
orphanage. There is one not far from here." There was no softening in
Bob's attitude.
"Nooooo. I won't go back. I won't!" Gus cried
defiantly. He tried to get off the sofa, but Curry
pulled him back to his seat. He kept a hand around the boy's shoulder so escape
would be difficult.
"Now, what brought that
on?" Bob questioned with a frown on his face. He was still incensed by the
theft of the book.
"Gus told us last night he ran
away from an orphanage near here; it must be the same one you're talking
about," was Curry's response.
"And you
believe that?" Bob was skeptical.
Heyes and Curry looked at each other,
wondering how much of their past they could safely reveal. Heyes was the one to
take the plunge. "Yes, Bob, we do," he began slowly. "State
homes are never the answer for a child who has lost his parents. Oh, sure,
they'll feed you, give you someone else's castoff clothing, and maybe, if you're lucky, you'll learn how to read and write. But, what about
everything else that kids need, the?" Heyes stopped, unsure of what else to add.
Bob Weaver had the grace to be
ashamed. "I didn't know. You two were raised in one, weren't you?"
Heyes, his brown eyes bleak, nodded before
continuing, "We ran away, too, when we weren't much older than Gus. That's why we can't send him back. Thaddeus and I talked about it last night. An
orphanage, any orphanage, is out of the question. We've got a friend, a sheriff
up in Wyoming; we'll take him there. He's bound to have an idea what to
do."
Gus said in a betrayed voice, "You said last night... you said you
wouldn't take me to the sheriff."
"That was last night, boy. Mr.
Weaver has every right to prosecute you. I'm afraid it's his decision. When you
stole that book from him, you took any decision Thaddeus or I might have made out of our hands. Why did you steal
it anyway?" Heyes asked harshly.
"'Cause I wanted to give you something. You done
a lot for me. I heard you tell Thaddeus last night you wanted a book to read,
so I got you one, see?" He picked up the book and gave it to Heyes
proudly.
Heyes took the book from Gus and
turned it over in his hands as he looked at it. The book was one he had been
coveting yesterday. He remembered his wishful thoughts, spoken while Gus was in
the tub. He hadn't realized the boy had been listening.
"That is no reason. I could've bought the book if I'd'a
wanted to. You don't go around stealing just 'cause
you want to give someone a gift!" Heyes wasn't sure if it was justifiable
anger or his own guilty conscience that made him
answer that way.
Sarah finally joined the conversation
when she said gently, "Gus, come here."
Curry released his grip on the boy
and gave him a small push. He stood before her like a prisoner before a judge
for sentencing. "Why did you really steal the book?"
"I told you. I wanted to give
Joshua a gift." The boy refused to meet her eyes.
"Gus, I want the truth
now." Sarah was not quite as gentle as she demanded the truth.
"Because, I
I... I wanted t-t-to. It was fun." Gus's
lower lip trembled and tears began to fall slowly
down his cheeks. He flung himself on to her lap and began to weep
uncontrollably.
Sarah gathered the crying child and
wrapped her arms around him in comfort and let him cry.
"Dear Lord, no!" Heyes
whispered, horrified at the boy's words. "Oh, no." He turned sheet
white as he remembered saying the same words to the Kid more than once and not
so very long ago either.
There was silence in the room while
Gus continued to cry. At one point, he raised his head and tried to speak but
couldn't.
Sarah told him firmly, "Get rid
of the tears, then we'll talk." Gus took a deep breath as the weeping took
control again.
Bob looked at his wife in
bewilderment as she comforted Gus. He was a totally honest person, fair in his
dealings with others. Stealing and lying were completely against his nature.
Because he was honest, he always assumed that others were honest as well. He
had certainly never thought about anyone stealing because it was
"fun." He still thought he should get the sheriff, but when he opened
his mouth to say so, he overheard snatches of a whispered conversation between
Joshua and Thaddeus.
"could have been me"
"a long time ago" not the same person
you were" "can't let them take Gus" "he'll wind up just like us
" When they saw Bob looking at them puzzled,
they stopped talking, wondering how much he had
heard.
Bob had heard enough to be suspicious
of the two men across the room. He wondered what kind of people he had allowed into his home. "Take off your
guns," he thundered. When Heyes and Curry
looked startled at his demand, he added, "I
want to find out the truth of this matter, and I don't want you two armed while
I do it. I don't trust either one of you."
Heyes and Curry looked
at Bob and then each other. With a nod of acquiescence.
Curry took his gun and that of his partner's and gave them both to Bob.
Putting the guns on a side table, Bob
said grimly, "Now, I want the truth from you two."
"Bob, what we told you is the
truth. My name is Smith, and his name is Jones. We can't help our last names.
Would you have believed us better if we'd said our names were Sullivan or Turner?
Or if we'd said that Gus was, say, my nephew my
dead sister's child? Would you have believed us
then? Gus is an orphan. Thaddeus and I did run away from an orphanage when we were kids. It happens a
lot." Heyes hadn't meant to sound quite so bitter.
Gus was calm now, his tears finally
spent. He still sat on Sarah's lap, tightly holding one of her hands in both of
his. He was listening intently to the conversation around him, knowing that his
future depended on the outcome.
Bob looked at the disconsolate boy
sitting on his wife's lap. He looked much younger than the ten or eleven that
Bob supposed him to be. "I feel sorry for the boy, but what can we do? I
won't prosecute him. He has to go somewhere, and the sheriff is the one to
handle that, not us."
"Please don't involve the
sheriff. Gus isn't really a bad kid. He's mixed up, yes, but he needs more than
any orphanage can give him. He can change; he will change. Thaddeus and I will
take him with us. We do have friends who will help." Heyes was pleading
now, as much for his own future as for the boy's.
"You are willing to leave now
with the boy and never come back?" Bob asked the question firmly.
Heyes and Curry nodded. They knew that Lom would probably be able to
help them find a decent home for Gus.
While Sarah had been holding Gus in
her arms, he had stolen her heart. She wanted to be the one to raise him.
"Bob," Sarah asked hopefully, "Isn't there some way we could
raise Gus ourselves?"
"Raise him? You and me? No,
Sarah, I don't think so; it's out of the question." Bob couldn't believe
his ears. He wanted children of his own as much as she did, but not some
half-grown thief who liked to steal.
"But why not, Bob?" Sarah
remained calm, but tension colored her words. "He needs a home, a real
home, and a proper upbringing. I'm sure Thaddeus and Joshua would do their best
to find him a good home, but look at them; they're out-of-work
drifters." So intent was Sarah in convincing her husband, she didn't think
to soften her unkind words. "We have the space; we would do a good
job."
"No, Sarah. It wouldn't work.
Sweetheart, we can't take on that kind of responsibility. It's not fair to us.
The best thing for him is the orphanage. Besides, he stole from us." Bob
was resolute.
Still, Sarah urged, "I know
that, but who better to teach him not to steal than an honest man? Who knows
what his life will be if we don't? Do you want that
on your conscience?"
"You know I don't," Bob
said, feeling very much in the wrong here. He didn't know why he should feel that way; Gus was the culprit here,
not him. He didn't want to be responsible for this child. But... would it be
possible to train him? Was the child too old to
change? "Gus," he asked suddenly, "How old are you?"
As he had answered Heyes the night
before, Gus said, "I'm ten well, almost ten." Bob did not smile. He
was thinking. Nine wasn't so old. And Sarah obviously had her heart set on
adopting the little ragamuffin, who had nothing but two drifters as champions.
"Joshua, what exactly did you mean by 'it
could have been you'?" Bob asked, still
apprehensive at what he had overheard between the two men.
Heyes knew the boy's fate depended on
his answer. With a sideways glance at his friend, he said, "I told you
that I'd run away from an orphanage?"
Bob nodded.
"What I didn't tell you is that
I got into a little trouble with the law shortly after I left, doing pretty
much what Gus did. I was lucky, because someone gave me a second chance."
He minimized his trouble with the law, making it sound like something that had
happened many, many years ago.
"Sarah, I just don't know. A
half-grown boy? I know he's still young, but"
Bob was clearly torn. He and Sarah might be the
boy's last hope, but a boy who stole? That was the one thing that was keeping
him from agreeing immediately. He strode over to where Sarah and Gus were sitting. He looked down at Gus. "Do you
know what we're talking about?" he asked.
"Yes, sir. She wants me to stay,
but you don't 'cause I stole that book." Gus
was succinct in his answer.
Bob sighed deeply as he said,
"That's right, son. I won't lie to you, that's the only reason I don't
want you to stay."
Gus stood up from Sarah's lap and
faced the determined man. His lip started to quiver, but he forced it to stop.
He couldn't, however, keep a few tears from trickling
down his cheek. "I won't ever steal again. I promise," was all he
said.
Heyes heard the difference in this promise and the
one Gus had made him after dinner last night. This time, Gus really meant it.
He could only hope Bob could hear the sincerity in the boy's voice.
Bob looked at Gus and then up at his
wife. "Sarah, do you really want to do this?"
"Yes, I do," she replied.
She knew once his mind was made up, her husband would do a fine job raising
Gus.
"Gus, are you willing to try?
You know, it won't be easy for any of us." Bob waited for the boy's
answer.
Gus stepped away from the Weavers and
looked at both of them for a long time without saying anything. He then turned
and looked at Heyes and Curry before turning back to the Weavers. "Yes, sir.
I'll try real hard."
Heyes and Curry were grinning joyfully. The Weavers were willing to keep
Gus! Both men were glad, especially Heyes. There was a hint of moisture in his
eyes as realized that Gus was going to have the
kind of future he'd always dreamed of for himself and the Kid.
Bob cleared
his throat, slightly embarrassed. "Well, then..." He paused, not knowing what to say or do
next.
Curry retrieved the guns that Bob had
taken from them. He handed Heyes his and reholstered
his own before saying, "Bob, Sarah we're real glad you've decided to
keep Gus. I think someday he'll make you both
proud."
"Before we go, could we talk to
him in private? We'd like to say good-bye since we'll be leaving real
soon." Heyes was still smiling; he couldn't seem to stop.
"Of course. We'll be in the next room if you need us." Sarah
shepherded her husband from the room.
After the Weavers left, it was quiet
for a few minutes. Heyes was thinking to himself that it wouldn't be safe for them to stay any longer. Bob and Sarah
Weaver knew too much about their past more, in fact, than most of their
friends did. If one of them talked to the sheriff, or gave him their
descriptions... He made himself stop thinking along those lines.
"Gus," he said,
"you're lucky to have found such fine people to take you in. I'm real
happy for you. You'll have a nice home here. They are real good people. I knew
that the first time I saw them. But, you know, Thaddeus
and I can't stay here any longer. We have to be moving on. There are reasons...."
Gus sounded a little downhearted as
he said, "I kinda wish I could go with
you."
"So do I,
but you're better off here than with us. Like I told you, we travel around a
lot, and you just can't come with us." Heyes was firm about this.
"But I'll never see you again.
Besides he don't like me." Gus was talking about Bob now.
Curry
ruffled Gus's russet hair gently as he said,
"Give him a chance; he don't know you yet. He was only concerned about the
stealing. He's right about that, you know."
"I suppose. Do you know what I
meant when I said it was 'fun'?" Gus looked at Heyes when asking the question.
Heyes pulled the boy down near him on the sofa. He
was not about to explain to Gus just how much
"fun" he thought stealing was, but he did have something to say
before the Weavers returned to the room. "You promised Mr. Weaver that you
won't ever steal again. Be sure to keep that promise. Stealing is wrong,"
he stated flatly.
"I know, but"
"No buts, boy. Listen to
me," Heyes interrupted severely before Gus could
finish. "Do you want to live the rest of your life looking over your
shoulder, wondering who you can trust, ashamed to use your real name, knowing
if you do, you will most likely wind up in prison or dead? You steal again,
that's exactly what will happen. You've been given a second chance; take it and
be grateful." Heyes looked up at his partner.
An important message was silently sent and received between the two men.
"You've lived that type of life,
haven't you, Joshua?" Sarah had returned to the room and heard every word.
Heyes and Curry jumped. They hadn't
heard her come in. Heyes stood and looked at the woman directly. "Yes, ma'am, I have, and I don't want Gus going the way I
did. I see so much of myself in him to know that
without a steadying hand he will. I wish I'd met
someone like you and Bob when I was his age. Who knows, maybe my life would
have been a lot different.
"I hope you don't feel called
upon to tell Bob or the sheriff about what you've just heard. It's taken a
while, but I have finally managed to turn my life around. We'll be leaving town
in a few minutes anyhow."
"I don't know our sheriff well
enough to do more than to say 'hello.' Bob's another matter; he's my husband. I have to
tell him, and I will in a day or two." She gave a smile to Heyes and
Curry, who returned it, smile for smile in gratitude.
"We'll see to it that Gus is
raised properly. He'll have a good home with us."
"Yes, ma'am, I think he
will." Heyes blushed slightly when she reached
up and kissed him on the cheek.
"You and Thaddeus will stay for the picnic at least, won't
you?"
Heyes and Curry exchanged wistful
glances. Heyes answered regretfully for them both. "Sarah, you have no idea how much
we wish we could, but under the circumstances, it's
best if we go now."
"All right, I won't press
you." In that moment Sarah knew that Joshua and Thaddeus had still not
told them the entire truth. She wondered what their real names were; she knew
for a fact now they weren't Smith and Jones. But that was one thing she would never tell her husband.
Two men paused their horses long
enough to look back at the three people standing in front of the mercantile.
They weren't a family not yet, anyway. But with a
little work and lots of love, they soon would be.
Hannibal Heyes and Kid Curry were very satisfied as they rode out of White
River.
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