wonât be another coach through until tomorrow afternoon. Itâs on its way to the reservation. Day afterward the same coach will come back, going south to Evanston. Youâre welcome to wait here if you want to head back down to the railroad,â Trydon said.
The woman came bearing a pair of plates with pieces of roast fowl and generous portions of fried potatoes and refried beans. The aroma coming off their meals set Longarmâs belly to rumbling and his mouth to watering.
âWhat I want,â Beth said, âis to find my husband. He wonât be down at the railroad so Iâll go on. To the reservation, you say?â
âYes, maâam. You arenât scared of Indians, are you?â
âI wouldnât know. Iâve never met any,â Beth said.
Trydon laughed. âNot met maybe, but youâve sure seen one.â
âI have?â
âMy woman there. Sheâs Shoshone. Her tribe is peaceable, though. You neednât worry about them.â
âThank you, sir. Now if you will excuse me.â Beth turned her attention to the supper.
Later, after she had eaten, she asked about bathing.
âSure. We have water enough,â Trydon said. He spoke to the woman in a tongue Longarm had heard spoken before but did not understand. To Beth, the man said, âSheâll fix you up. The mister and me can step outside while you have your bath. Then you and Birdy can go out while the mister bathes.â
Trydon looked at Longarm. âUnless youâd settle for washing yourself. You can do that at the well out back.â
âA wash would do,â Longarm conceded around a mouthful of prairie chicken. Once finished with his meal, he lit a cheroot and followed Trydon outside.
The two men stood smoking and admiring the heavy-bodied coach horses while Beth took that long-awaited bath.
âYou just left the body laying out there?â Trydon asked at one point.
Longarm nodded. âI wasnât going to take time to bury the son of a bitch. He didnât have anything in his pockets to tell me why he was shooting at us. Didnât have much money on him. I took what there was. Iâll send it down to Denver. If we ever find out who he was, the marshal can send that money on to his kin. His horse and other traps are over there except for his rifle. I brought that inside.â He gestured toward the corral, where the dead manâs horse was pulling at the hay rick. âHe was riding a poor sort of horse, and his saddleâs been hard used. My guess is that he was hired. Hired cheap at that. But thatâs only a guess.â
âYouâre a Federal marshal,â Trydon said. âA man could have a grudge against you.â
âSure. It happens all the time. But this fellow . . . I never saw him before. Iâm sure of that. No reason I can think of why heâd have a grudge against me.â
The Indian woman appeared in the doorway and called out something in her own tongue.
âYour woman is out of the tub. We can go back in now if you like,â Trydon said.
âYou go ahead. I want to wash some of this grit off me. Iâll be there in a few minutes,â Longarm said.
âI donât know if youâre a drinking man, but I have some decent bourbon in there if you like,â Trydon said.
Longarm grinned. âI think that wash isnât going to take me very long. I wonât be hardly a minute.â
Chapter 33
âMy woman there,â Trydon said over the bottle of cheap whiskey, âsheâs a pretty good fuck. You can have her for a dollar.â
âThatâs nice oâ you. Let me think about it.â
âTake your time. She ainât going nowhere and thereâs no other passengers staying the night.â Trydon tipped the bottle back and took a healthy slug of the raw whiskey, which almost certainly was not the bourbon the label claimed it to be.
Longarm accepted the
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