name oâ Dotham. Plans to take the trail north to Kansas, as he tells it. Said de Double Râs goinâ with him, and I might sell dese three saddle ponies to a fellow name oâ Richardson.â
âThatâd be my pa,â the boy answered. He paused a moment to study Pintoâs face. Then he glanced over the horses. âHe ainât here just now,â the boy finally explained.
âYeah?â Pinto asked.
âOut with the range crew. I guess I could take you to him. In a bit.â
âYouâd be de only man about, wouldnât you?â Pinto asked, reading the wariness in the fifteen-year-oldâs eyes. âYou jusâ point de way. I got a nose fer findinâ people.â
âIâd have to know a man better to send him Paâs way,â the boy said.
Pinto glanced around the buildings. A pair of smaller boys had started over from a chicken coop. A winsome girl in her late teens now appeared in the doorway.
âWhoâs that come visitinâ, Jared?â she called.
âMustanger named Lowery,â Jared answered. âI was thinkinâ to take him to see Pa.â
âNot âfore supper, you wonât,â she answered. âYour friend there looks like he could stand a good feedinâ, too.â
âCould be youâd feel easier if I was on my way,â Pinto said, recognizing the concern etched in Jared Richardsonâs brow.
âNo, if Mr. Dotham sent you along, I donât figure you to do us harm,â Jared responded. âYou might leave that pistol off your hip, though. Elsewise Jim and Jobâll talk off your ear on it.â
âSure,â Pinto agreed. âGot a Parker County friend with boys like to jabber.â
âWhoâd that be?â Jared asked as he helped Pinto secure the horses.
âBob Toney. Lazy T.â
âIâve rid some miles with him,â Jared declared, grinning. âHe and his boys both. Shouldâve said that right off. Lowery, huh? I recall him speakinâ of you. Judged you to have the devilâs own way with horses, though you could be mule-stubborn and chicken-brained besides.â
âGuess he has spoke oâ me,â Pinto said, laughing. âThatâs ole Bob. You ask him sometime who drug him off de field at Spotsylvania Court House? Was dis chicken-brained fool here!â
Jared echoed Pintoâs cackle. The youngster went on to introduce his brothers Jim and Job before turning to the pleasant-faced young woman in the doorway.
âNow thisâs Arabella,â Jared explained. âOur sister. She sort oâ runs the house, what with Ma beinâ dead.â
âSort oâ?â ten-year-old Job asked. Jim, who was a hair younger, couldnât resist a chance to laugh.
âI heard oâ kings easier oâ manner,â Jared whispered. âDonât you get the wrong side oâ Arabella. Not if you figure to see tomorrow.â
âWorks us near to death,â Job added.
âWork?â Arabella exclaimed. âWhat would you useless batch oâ fool boys know oâ work! Now get washed and come to supper. Itâs sure grown cold.â
âMore likely burnt black,â little Job said, hopping out of his sisterâs reach. Jim chuckled again, and Arabella gave him a solid swat. She then marched down a long hall to the kitchen. Pinto followed Jared in that same direction while the younger Richardsons set off to find a wash basin.
Supper with the Richardson youngsters took Pinto back to his own younger years. His sisters had been a considerable vexation, and though he hadnât had brothers to provide like torment, thereâd been cousins aplenty to stand in their place.
âYouâll find no escape from troubles in the army, Georgie,â his mother had warned when he joined the Marshall Guards. But being young, Pinto hadnât believed that. There never was a hint of smarts
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