"My legs are all right, Ed," said Crawford, halting momentarily.
"I noticed you still limped a bit," Kenmare told him. "You got off easy, I guess. Horse mashed7 my cousin's legs rolling on him that way up in Deaf Smith. He never did heal so he could ride any more."
"My legs are all right," said Crawford, turning to go past him and through the patio gate.
"You got other things to heal besides your legs," said Kenmare, shifting his dusty, tobacco-odored bulk in front of Crawford. "Why don't you think things out a bit longer before you see Otis Rockland again?"
"This isn't my idea," said Crawford. "Otis sent me word he was here and wanted to talk."
Kenmare's watery8 gray eyes met Crawford's, and he put a gnarled hand on the younger man's arm. "Then give me your gun, Glenn, before you go up."
A strange, defiant9 withdrawal10 drew Crawford's body up, accentuating11 for the first time its restless, animal lines. In his brass12-studded levis, he had the lean catty legs and negligible hips13 of a man whose work had been much in the saddle, and though his shoulders were narrow, their muscularity was apparent beneath the denim14 jacket. His forehead was high and bony and pale below the short curling black hair; and, set deep within their sockets15, his eyes held a sunken, almost feverish16 glow, which could have come from the recent sickness, or something else. His rope-marked fingers tightened17 about the brass receiver of his old Henry.
"I'll keep the rifle, Ed," he said. "Now let me by."
Kenmare did not release Crawford's arm. He dropped his gaze to one side, reaching up to rub the sweat exuding18 from the large, greasy19 pores of his rather bulbous nose.
"Something I never did get straight, Glenn," he said, looking at the worn boot he was scuffing20 in the earth. "This whole thing between you and Rockland seems to have started with the way Rockland got hold of Delcazar's land."
"Del was—"
"I know, Glenn, I know." Kenmare's fingers tightened momentarily on Crawford's arm. "You and Delcazar was pretty close friends. And you think Rockland gave Delcazar a raw deal."
"You know he did," said Crawford. "Del had a small spread, but it had the best water in that section of the brush. Rockland had to have that water. And he got it."
"But he did it all legal, Glenn."
"Legal." Crawford's voice was bitter. "He knew Del only held his spread with one of those old Spanish grants they call a sitio. His lawyers found out that this one was so mixed up through the years that Del couldn't prove ownership. He petitioned the state, had it declared public domain21, and got it for a song. Yes, it was legal all right."
"Those things happen," said Kenmare wearily. "It wasn't your spread, Glenn."
"No. But Del was my friend. I was busting22 broncs for Otis Rockland at the time. I went to him and told—"
That hand tightened again. "I know what you told him, Glenn. Maybe you were right. Maybe Rockland even had that cinch cut on the black killer23 so it would roll you. But listen, Glenn—" Kenmare took a weary, wheezing24 breath—"this ain't the way."
"What isn't the way?" said Crawford with growing heat. "I told you Rockland sent for me, Ed."
"There must have been half a dozen Big O hands heard you threaten to kill Rockland after that bronc rolled you under," Kenmare told him heavily.
"Don't you think three months in the hospital cools a man off some, Ed?" said Crawford. "Now get out of my way. It's too hot for an argument. I'll buy you a beer on the way out."
He shoved past the sheriff and into the tiled patio. The alamo tree dropped its deep, dappled shade over the cattlemen sitting tilted25 back in the line of peeling cane26 chairs against the adobe27 wall. Their lazy, sporadic28 conversation died abruptly29, and the only sound was the hard beat of Crawford's heels against the tiles. His lips formed a thin, bitter line against his teeth as he passed the speculation30 in their lifted gazes and entered the foyer. The cool, inner chill struck him with a distinct physical force, after the stifling31 heat of the day without, and caused him to draw in a quick breath. He skirted a potted palm and went up the broad, carpeted stairs to 211, the room Otis Rockland always took when he came to San Antonio.
He had lifted his hand to knock, when the sound came from inside. It was muffled32 and dim at first, rising to a thumping33 crescendo34, with someone calling something, the whole thing ceasing then, abruptly. After a moment of silence, Crawford seemed to hear heavy breathing. He let his knuckles35 strike the pine panel of the door. It rattled36 mutedly. That was his only answer.
"Otis?" he called.
He waited a moment longer, then turned the knob. The door opened into the sumptuous37 parlor38 of the suite39. The wine overhangings were drawn40 across the windows against the sun, casting into semi-gloom the spidery pattern of white and gilt41 furniture in the room. He heard a shutter42 clack in the bedroom and knocked his knee against a low marquetry table in front of the sofa as he headed for the door. He took his Henry in both hands and shoved open the door with its tip. The first thing he saw was a pile of blue chintz on the floor. It was the hanging, torn off the tester of the four-poster, and Otis Rockland must have clutched it when falling, for his hand was still gripping it in terrifying desperation. The portieres had been pulled back by an opened shutter, and the avenue of bright light, splashing across the rich Brussels carpet, touched Rockland's feet and led Crawford to turn momentarily toward the window.
"No—Crawford—"
He wheeled back to see Rockland's eyes open. The man made some feeble effort to rise. Crawford dropped to one knee beside him, laying the rifle down.
"Delcazar?" he said.
Rockland's lips twisted in what could have been a smile.
"Like you, to think of that."
"I guess more than one has good cause to want you dead, Otis," said Crawford.
"Yes." It came out of the man in a hoarse43, strained way. But there was a look of macabre44 humor or malice45, or both, in his face as he spoke46. "They'll think it was Delcazar, won't they? Or you, Glenn."
"I'll get someone—"
"No. No." Rockland reached up to grab at his shirt as Crawford started to rise. "Won't do any good. Too late." He fought for breath for a moment, then went on, slowly. "Reach—inside—coat."
Crawford could see the thick, viscid blood forming beneath the back of Rockland's iron-gray head now. There was a brutal47 slash48 across the man's face, slicing deep into the bridge of his dominating, avaricious49 nose. Even as Crawford watched, the eyes closed and the breathing grew stertorous50. The man was obviously beyond help. With a swift movement Crawford reached beneath Rockland's expensive steel pen, drawing a wallet from the inner pocket. He was starting to go through it, when Rockland's eyes opened.
Crawford fumbled52 with the soft doeskin flap of the wallet, finally managing to rip it out, revealing a piece of faded, yellowed paper. He pulled this out. Unfolded, it formed a triangle, the bottom straight, the other two sides jagged and torn. "Looks like some kind of a map," he said.
"Yes," said Rockland, feebly. "Derrotero. Santa Anna's chests."
"Whose chests? What are you talking about, Otis?"
Rockland's lip drew back over his teeth, more a grimace53 than a smile. "Don't lie, Crawford," he murmured. "Why else were you so het-up when I got Delcazar's spread? You knew about this derrotero then."
"About what?" said Crawford hotly, clutching him. "How is Del mixed up in this?"
But Rockland's head had fallen back once more; and for a moment Crawford thought he was gone. Suddenly he found himself shaking Rockland in a fever of impatience54. "Otis," he cried, "Otis, did Del give you this? Where did you get this map?"
Suddenly Crawford knew. The Delcazars had come from Mexico City originally. And their family papers must have been in the hands of a lawyer there. When Rockland got Delcazar's spread, he had sent his own lawyer down there to make sure there was nothing to obscure his title to the land. Evidently Tarant had found this part of the derrotero among the papers. But this was only a third of it. Where was the rest of it? The light grew brighter. So this was why Rockland had sent for him. He thought that he, Crawford, knew about the map—knew, perhaps, who held the missing pieces. Santa Anna's chests, Rockland had said, Santa Anna's chests. All at once he found himself muttering the words aloud, "Santa Anna's chests—"
As though the words were a magic Sesame, Rockland opened his eyes. Drawing on some hidden reservoir of strength, he pulled himself to a sitting position. "Where's the rest of it, Glenn?" he gasped56. "Does Delcazar know? Glenn, Glenn, where's the rest—"
Crawford caught at the man as Rockland sank back. "Otis?"
It was the muted footsteps, then, coming across the Brussels carpet in the outer room. Crawford had allowed Rockland to drop back when Ed Kenmare's bulk filled the doorway57. A vague pain moved over the sheriff's heavy weathered features.
"The manager heard a ruckus up here," he said. "I guess he was right. No, Glenn—"
"Yes, Ed," said Glenn, violently, scooping58 up his Henry and whirling back toward the man. Kenmare had his own six-shooter only half out of its holster. He stopped that way, staring at the .44. There were other men behind the sheriff now, several of the cowmen from the patio and lobby, the hotel manager in a white morning coat.
"I guess there's no use denying it, is there?" said Crawford, through his teeth.
Kenmare let his eyes drop to the Henry's wooden butt59. Crawford felt it then, sticky against his fingers, and realized the wood must have been lying in the blood from Rockland's head. A nausea60 swept him.
"Ed," he said, unable to keep from it, "I didn't, I didn't—"
His bitter voice trailed off as he saw resignation in Kenmare's faded eyes. "Listen, son," the man told him. "It won't do you no good this way. Give me that gun now."
"No." The finger lever made a sharp click, cocking, and with his hand holding it down, Crawford started backing toward the window. "Think I'd have a chance? It's all here, isn't it? All right here, cinched up tighter'n a bucking61 rig. No loose lashings even. Everything to hang me. I'm not going to be taken for that, Ed."
"Glenn," said Kenmare, with that same weighty reluctance62, "for once, don't be a hothead. You go off half-cocked like this and bugger your bronc every time. This just won't do you any good—"
"Don't do it, Jason," Crawford shouted, turning his gun toward one of the cattlemen behind Kenmare. Harry63 Jason stopped trying to shift back of Kenmare where Crawford wouldn't see him draw his gun, and moved his hand carefully away from the wooden butt of the weapon. There was no intelligent reasoning in Crawford now. Only a terrible consciousness of that dead body on the floor, and a blind, animal urge to escape this. He lifted his leg over the iron railing of the balcony onto the ledge64 outside. There was the first violent movement among the men in the room as he crouched65 down to drop off the ledge, and he heard someone shout. Then he jumped.
It was not a long fall, and he broke it by catching66 the edge of the balcony with his free hand and hanging there till his arm was stretched out with his weight, then letting go. One of his high heels turned under him as he struck the flagstones below, and he let himself go down on his knees and then roll it off to keep from spraining67 an ankle. As he leaped to his feet, Kenmare appeared on the balcony, gun out. Crawford was already running toward the front entrance, past the line of cane chairs. There were still half a dozen cattlemen sitting there, and two of them were standing at the end, and Kenmare was apparently68 fearful of hitting them if he shot.
"Stop him," shouted the lawman. "Crawford. He killed Rockland. Get him, you fools—"
The men standing made an abortive69 shift to block Crawford's passage, but he was already opposite them, and surprise held the other men in their chairs till he was almost to the door. He saw several pulling at their guns, but Mexicans and cowhands were passing by outside in the street, or stopping farther beyond in the Plaza to gape70 curiously71, and a bullet might have struck one of them. There were half a dozen cow ponies72 at a cottonwood rack in front of the Manger, and as Crawford reached them he noticed that the reins73 of the first were tied in a hitch74 that could be knocked free. He did it with the tip of his gun, throwing the ribbons over the animal's neck. Excited by Crawford's running up like that, the hairy little black started to whirl inward. Crawford jumped for the stirrup with one foot, letting the centrifugal force slap him into the saddle as the horse whirled on around.
"Hey," shouted one of the cattlemen, streaming out of the patio behind him. "Get off that horse, Crawford, he's mine—"
But Crawford was already turning the animal into Blum Street. Halfway75 down the block he cut through an alley76 onto Commerce and turned at the corner of Commerce and Alamo, wheeling into another alley that led directly down to the river. He crashed through a line of washing hung behind a squalid Mexican hovel and scattered77 a bunch of cackling hens, tearing a white camisa off his head, his hat going with it. A Mexican woman ran from the hut, waving her arms and squealing78 at him, and behind that he could hear the dim sounds of running horses. He had gone down Blum to make them think he was heading west out of town, and hoped they would not discover his true direction till he had left by the south. He slid the pony79 down the stone coping banking80 the river, letting the current carry him beneath the Market Street bridge before trying to reach the opposite bank. He got out of town following back alleys81 and side streets, and then broke into South Flores Street. And now, as he pushed the laboring82 pony toward the twin spires83 of Mission Concepción, it began to come.
There had been no room for it in the violent excitement of those first few minutes, with all his concentration on escape. But now, with the steady beat of running hoofs84 beneath him, it began to grow in him. First, perhaps, it was a consciousness of that steady shuddering85 pound of hoofs beneath him. Then, the constant, heated movement of the horse's muscles, the dim sense of its flanks, rising and falling with the heavy breathing, the feel of its shoulders beneath the saddle moving back and forth86. And finally, more than the movement and the sound outside him. Something within. He did not know where it started. In his legs, perhaps. Or his groin. Somewhere down there. A strange, thin, hollow sensation.
"No—"
He didn't know whether it had been in his mind or whether he had said it. He turned in the saddle, staring down the road behind, trying to blot87 it from his consciousness. He was past the fields of white niggerheads about Concepción, and was approaching the second mission, San José de Aguayo, which had been established by the Spaniards here in 1720. But it was growing in him. He was sweating beneath the armpits now. It was recognizable now. Pain. More than that—hollow, nebulous sickness at the pit of his stomach. Pain. Pinpricks of it, shooting up his legs. A hoarse, strained sob88 escaped him. How could it be? They had told him, no. He was healed. How can it be? I'm healed, damn you, I'm healed.
The roof of San Aguayo had fallen in, and only a few windows were left in the south wall, protected by the remains89 of delicate iron rejas, their tarnished90 panes91 flashing dully in the sun as Crawford passed by. He was barely conscious of this. He was sweating now, his fists gripping the reins so desperately92 the knuckles gleamed translucently93 through the skin. The pain seemed to have sound now. His head was roaring with it. He was shaking violently now, and the horse felt it and began reflecting his lack of control, breaking its stride, shifting from side to side down the road.
The stepped belfries of San Francisco de la Espade rose into view. The last ruins of the baluarte built for the defense94 of the mission ran parallel to the road, sections of this bastion crumbling95 off into the ruts of the highway. The horse changed leads to side-step some of the adobe fallen onto the road, and Crawford lurched out of the saddle, barely recovering himself. He heard someone making hoarse, guttural sounds, and realized it was himself. And now, more than the pain, something else was rising in him. The hot, sweaty fetor of the horse filled him with a violent nausea. He had a wild impulse to escape it. He caught himself actually stiffening96 up to throw himself free of the running horse.
"No!"
Again, he did not know if it was in his head, or if he had shouted it. The very sound of the running horse seemed to fill his brain now. Each thundering hoofbeat was a separate note of agony. And more than the agony which filled him, that other something he could not define, or would not, so confused with the pain now he could not tell the two apart. Finally he could stand it no longer. Brutally97, he reined98 in the horse. The animal brought himself to a series of stiff-legged halts that almost jolted99 him over its head. He swung off the lathered100, heaving animal, and then, standing with his face toward its hairy wet hide, he was filled with that nausea again. He wheeled away from the horse, stumbling across the road to a pile of rubble101 that marked the remains of the aqueduct. With a hoarse exhalation, he lowered himself weakly to the adobe, dropping his head forward into his hands, so that the black hair fell through his grimy fingers in dank, sweaty tendrils.
"I can ride," he said aloud, in a desperate voice, "I can ride!"
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