Crawford's levis had been drying over the fire, and he rose to get them. "Because if I had done it, the whole thing could have been nothing more than the quarrel between me and Rockland?"
The old man pulled a pot of boiled beans out and dumped them into the frying pan. "Frijoles fritos, Crawford. You always like them."
"But if it wasn't me who did it," said Crawford, pulling on his damp levis, "there would have to be some other reason for Rockland being murdered. Santa Anna's chests, for instance." He saw Delcazar's whole body stiffen1. The beans started to hiss2 as the flames licked at the bottom of the frying pan. "What do you know, Del?" said Crawford.
"Nada, nada." The old man turned around, rising with effort. "I don't know nothing."
"My mother tell me that," said Delcazar. "I never seen him. He died in Mexico City when I was a little niño."
"Then why are you so het-up if you don't know anything about it?"
"It's dangerous, Crawford," said Delcazar, catching4 at his arm. "It's the most dangerous thing ever hit this brush. You better get out of it while you're still alive. It's got the whole brasada going now. No telling how many are mixed up in it now. The Mexican government has an agent up here somewhere."
"Huerta?"
"The man at Rockland's?" said Delcazar. "I don't think so."
"Huerta was the one who told me about your uncle," said Crawford. "Funny nobody has come hunting you. You're a logical link."
"They have," said Delcazar. "I wasn't here to greet them."
"Who?"
"That ramrod Tarant hired to clean out the brush," said Delcazar. "Him and his whole corrida."
"Quartel?" Crawford's eyes narrowed, staring past Delcazar. "I hadn't thought of him."
"You better think of him. You better think about everybody, Glenn. No telling who's in it, now, and who ain't. No telling who's going to come up behind you next. I hear they take your Henry away—" He turned and squatted5 by the mess of saddle rigging and blankets in the corner, rummaging6 around till he came up with a wooden-handled bowie—"Here, it's all I have. I know it seems silly, but you got to have something. I wish I had a gun. That old Remington I owned blew up." He stopped again, clutching Crawford's arm. "Glenn, you ain't going back?"
"Why else did you give me the knife?"
The old man let his hand slide off.
"I guess so. I know you." He sniffled, rubbing peevishly7 at his coffee-colored nose with a calloused8 index finger. "I guess there ain't any use trying to keep you from it. They couldn't keep you from it with Whitehead. What are you after there, Glenn?"
Puntales of peeled cedar9 formed the doorframe. Crawford hefted the bowie in his hand, flipped11 it into the cedar post with a deft12 twist of his hand. He walked across the room and pulled it free.
Crawford had been holding the bowie by the tip of its blade and throwing it from back over his shoulder, allowing it to flip10 over once in the air before it struck. Delcazar palmed the heavy knife with the hilt against his wrist and the blade on his fingers. He threw it from his hip17, point foremost. It struck with a dull thud. Crawford went over to the post. The blade was embedded18 half an inch deeper than his throws had sent it in. Standing19 there in the doorway20, he turned back to the old man, squinting21 at him. Delcazar sniffled that way again, rubbing his nose, not meeting Crawford's eyes.
"I told you, Glenn, I never even seen Mogotes Serpientes. If you find it, okay. But I never even seen it. I thought it was just a story, like Resaca Perdida."
"We saw Lost Swamp too," said Crawford. "Snake Thickets was the most interesting, though. You should have heard it. Sounded like those beans, only ten times as much. Must be a million snakes in those mogotes." He paced back to Delcazar, palming the knife as the old man had this time, throwing it with a grunt15. With the blade quivering in the cedar post, he turned part way to the Mexican. "I guess you know what the woman came from Mexico for. She thinks it's somewhere in Snake Thickets."
Delcazar was shorter than Crawford, and he had to turn his head up to meet the younger man's eyes. "Listen, Glenn," he said soberly, "I don't know what you're in this for. I've heard a lot of reasons. Quartel thinks you got a badge tacked22 on you somewhere. That might be. A man can get a new job in the time you been away from the brush. Bueno Bailey said something about trying to clear yourself of Rockland's murder. That may be, too. If you didn't kill Rockland, maybe the man who did is at the Big O spread. Personally, I no care whether you killed Rockland or not or why you're here. I just no want to see you messed up in it, that's all. I know you before, and I no want to see you messed up in it. Take my advice as an amigo. Forget Mogotes Serpientes. Forget the whole thing. Get out of it. Get out of it right now."
Crawford scratched his beard, squinting into the old man's eyes thoughtfully. "You know, Del, it just strikes me. Two men can be friends for a long time, and not really know each other very well."
Crawford watched him stir the steaming beans. "Is there a way into Snake Thickets, Del?"
There was a muffled26 sound from outside, and then Merida was standing silhouetted27 in the doorway, staring at Crawford. All his weight lay in his chest and shoulders, and below the line of dark sunburn that covered his face and neck, the skin was pale and white and so thin as to gleam almost translucently28 over the musculature lying quilted across his upper back. He became aware of how long Merida had gazed at him like that, without speaking, and turned farther toward her. The myriad29 striations that formed the heavy roll of muscle capping his shoulders were clearly defined, and the abrupt30 movement caused a faint ripple31 beneath the skin, like the stir of a sleepy snake. Merida smiled strangely as she entered with a big clay jug32 of water.
"Cimarrón," she said.
"What?" he asked.
"Cimarrón," she said. "Ladino. I never could quite think of what you reminded me of. Now I know. One of those wild outlaw33 cattle Quartel brings in from the brush. Sullen34, like them. Bitter. Even built like them. Their weight all up in their shoulders, running the brush so constantly they melt the beef off till—"
She stopped short, a strange, indulgent smile catching at her mouth as she saw the puzzled expression in his face. He turned to pull his shirt off the estufa. Merida moved after him, till she stood close behind. Delcazar was across the room, pulling a twist of chili35 from where he had hung it on a viga. Merida spoke36 in a low tone that the old man would not hear.
"What was it out there, Glenn?"
"When do you mean?" he said, without turning around.
"You know when I mean," she said. "After I'd kissed you. The way you looked. That expression on your face."
"Nothing," he said stiffly. He couldn't tell her, somehow, if she didn't know. It just wasn't in him to express his own terrible incapacity again, to her. For that was what it had been, out there, after the kiss. The bitter, unutterable realization37 that no matter how much he wanted her, he was completely unworthy of such a woman, and could never have her.
"It was something," said Merida, tensely, trying to turn him around, "tell me, Crawford, tell me—"
"Hola, Delcazar!" shouted someone, from outside, halting Merida. The old man whirled about, dropping the chili. Quartel had come into view, outside, across the clearing from the doorway, moving into the open from the brush in stiff, tentative steps, his Chihuahuas tinkling38 softly. He was leading his own trigueño and the copperbottom Merida had ridden. Crawford made an abortive39 move toward the door, but Delcazar caught him.
"Buenos días," said Delcazar, stepping then into view.
"I found Merida's horse down in the bottoms," Quartel told him. "I thought they might—ah, the flash rider himself."
He must have seen them behind Delcazar. Crawford pushed past the old man into the open, and saw the morning sunlight catch Quartel's white teeth in that pawky grin. The brush held a torn, rended look after the norther, great holes ripped in the mesquite thicket13 behind Quartel, mesquite berries littering the ground. The copperbottom shifted wearily, rattling40 its bridle41.
"How did you find us?" said Crawford.
"I trailed you," said Quartel.
"That's some trailing."
Quartel shrugged42. "Believe it or not. I don't care. There was someone at the Big O looking for you."
"Yeah?"
"Sí. I misjudged you, Crawford. Let me apologize for thinking you were a lawman." Merida made a small strained sound from behind Crawford, and Quartel grinned at her. "Sí, Merida. This man looking for Crawford don't pin it on his undershirt, either. He has it right out where everybody can see. He's hunting Crawford all right. He says he's got orders to shoot him on sight."
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