blue jacket, came out of the building and began looking Artâs load over. The manâs whiskers were neatly trimmed, his hands clean, his eyes bright and direct.
âYouâve got some good-looking plews here,â he said.
âWould you be Ashley?â Art asked.
âIndeed that is who I am, sir, William Ashley, at your service.â He bowed slightly, politely, but not in servility.
âThen youâre the man Clyde told me to look up.â
âClyde?â
âClyde Barnes.â
âAh, yes,â Ashley said, smiling. âI know of Mr. Barnes. How is he?â
âHeâs dead. Killed by Indians on our way downriver.â
âIâm sincerely sorry to hear that. Blackfeet?â
âArikara.â
âI see. Well, the Blackfeet have always been hostile to our fur-trading enterprise, but the problem with the Arikara is more recent.â
âIs it true that a couple of your men traded bad whiskey to the Arikara for pelts?â
âWord does get around, doesnât it?â Ashley said. âYes, unfortunately it is true. The men were working for me. But the idea of trading whiskey for plews was their own. I donât do business that way, never have, and never will. Believe me, Mr. McDill and Mr. Caviness were severely reprimanded.â
âReprimanded? What does that mean?â
âIt means I gave them a good scolding.â
âPeople have gotten killed over that, and more people are likely to get killed, and all you did was give them a scolding?â
âI have no authority to do anything more to them,â Ashley said. âIâm not the law.â
âI reckon not.â
âWhatâs your name, sir?â Ashley asked.
âArt,â the young trapper said simply.
âArt? Art what?â
âJust Art.â
âWell, I reckon if Art is enough for you, itâs enough for me,â Ashley said.
Since leaving home at an early age, Art had made a point of never using his last name. This way, he figured, he would never do anything that would bring dishonor to his family back in Ohio. He neednât have worried about such a thing, for so far in his young life, he had been the epitome of honorable conduct. It was the way of the man that the onetime runaway boy had become.
âThat your animal?â Mr. Ashley asked, pointing to Dog, who stood at alert between the cart and Art.
âNot mine, but we have traveled a piece together.â
âTell you what, Art. Give me a day to get your plews counted and graded. Come on back tomorrow morning and Iâll have your money.â
âAll right,â Art agreed. He started to leave, then caught himself and turned back. âDo you suppose I could have twenty dollars now?â he asked.
Ashley chuckled knowingly. He had dealt with mountain men for a long time. âWant to take advantage of the big city, do you? Yes, of course you can. You can have much more than that, if you need it.â
âTwenty is enough.â
âCome on inside.â
Art followed Ashley into his storehouse. As the door opened, a little bell attached to the top of the door rang. Surprised, Art looked up at it.
Ashley chuckled. âIf Iâm in the back, that little bell lets me know when someone comes in,â he explained.
The back of the store that Ashley mentioned was his counting and grading room. A counter separated the front of the store from the back, and through a door that led into the back, Art could see several long tables around which men were working.
Ashley went around behind the counter, took twenty dollars from a strongbox, then opened a ledger book and wrote Artâs name in it. Beside Artâs name he wrote, âTwenty dollars on advance.â He turned the book around and handed the quill pen to Art. âMake your mark here,â he said.
âI can read and write,â Art said.
âA mountain man who can read and write? Iâm
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