built up the fire, and laid some aside. Then I got settled in, leaned back against my war sack, and pulled my soogans over my legs.
Mr. Pittman was laying on his side, looking in the fire. He says, âAt the time, I didnât even know Papitaws had milk cows.â
Zack took his bottle from his saddle roll and handed it to me and I took a drink and he took a drink. I took a bigger drink than the night before and about spit it back, but held it down. I handed it back. âYou want another drink of this?â he said to Mr. Pittman.
âNo.â
Zack was laying on his back with his head on his saddle, and looking in the fire. âAinât nothing like a fire, is there?â he said. I could see in his eyes he was getting a little drunk. âIt wonât be long before every house in the country has a stove. Theyâre bringing stoves and clothes wringers out here by the train-car load. And theyâre saying it wonât be long afore they got stoves and fireplaces run by electricity and there wonât be no more woodcutting for cooking
or heat
because electricity will do it all. There wonât be nobody left in a hundred years knows the first thing about building a fire. Itâs pitiful. Hell, itâs pitiful now. Pigs and sheep all over the place. And they got telegraph wires strung through the air, rails up off the ground, getting light through wires that run through the air. What itâs going to come to is a mancan live and never touch the ground or a piece of wood. Weâre going from the land to the air.â
Mr. Pittman stood up. âIâm going to walk down to the river.â He left. Redeyeâs ears perked up and he watched him walk off into the night, whined a little bit, pulled his head in, tried to get out of the bag, gave up, and stuck his head back out of his hole, perked his ears again.
âHas he got a job?â I asked Zack.
âHe works for the government. Surveying or some such. I met him after the war. And he did some trapping somewhere along in there. We did some of the last big cattle drives for the Bridger Company. We drove one bunch from Texas up to Oregon and got lost in the mountains up there. God awful trip. His eyes were just starting to go bad then. In fact thatâs the trip we gave out of food and had to kill a mule. You ever had any muleâs head soup?â
âNosir.â
âWe did. Without salt. Itâs better with salt.â
âWhatâs wrong with his eyes, anyway?â
âRed and swolled. He has to wear them glasses.â
âHe looks poorly.â
âHe is poorly. He always was. Always looked that way, except he used not to have a beard. And heâs pretty old. Looks old. Heâs probably on up in his sixties. Seems like his mind wanders sometimes. I have heard that he killed a man over in Parson Creek, a Mormon, somebody said a Jack Mormon, but I donât put no stock in it.â
âIs that a Mormon that ainât a Mormon no more?â
âThatâs about it. They wonât let you goâthey have to kick you out.â
âDo you believe all that about Joseph Smith?â
âThatâs as easy to believe as any of it. I just ainât ever took real good to the Beacon City Mormons. My folks was a different brand of Mormon.â
âI donât like that Bishop.â
âHeâs a hard man. Iâve heard he was involved in the Mountain Meadows.â
âDid you ever know anybody involved in it?â
âNo, but I remember hearing about it when I was nine years old. I know I was nine because weâd just moved to Salt Lake City. I heard it whispered more or less and you got a clear idea that it was something that wouldnât be talked about, something that Mormons were ashamed of. Since then Iâve heard sidesâone that the Indians did it, one that the Mormons did it. One that the wagon train was guilty of doing something to the Indians,
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