It was unnatural8 for this time of day. There was no wind, and the mesquite berries hung in motionless clusters from drooping9 trees. Dusk clouded farther thickets10, and only the nearest growths took form. The low mats of chaparral crouched11 like waiting cats in the gloom. The warped12 dead hackberry by the wagon13 road thrust skeleton arms skyward. It seemed to be waiting for something too. That oppressive sense of expectancy14 bore in on Crawford, and he emptied half the glass at one gulp15, squinting16 his eyes as the brandy burned his throat. It did not help. Waiting. The sickish sweet scent17 of the lluvia de oro twining itself through the lattice of the front porch was so oppressive in the hot, still air that it nauseated18 him. Waiting—
The sound of someone rushing down the stairs caused him to turn toward the door. It was Merida, and he was surprised to see she had not changed from the torn, dirty leggings she had ridden in. Then he saw the expression on her face.
"Where's Quartel?" she cried.
"He went down to the bunkhouse I guess," Crawford told her, frowning. "What is it?"
"He was right."
"Who was right?"
"Quartel," she said, coming across the room in still, tense steps, her eyes fixed19 to his face. "Nexpa saw him."
"Quartel?"
"No," she said. "Crawford, don't you understand? Nexpa saw him from an upstairs bedroom. He's out in the brush and he's coming back."
It struck him, then, whom she meant, and his fingers tightened20 involuntarily around the glass. "The lawman?" She stared at him without answering, her mouth working faintly. He realized his fingers ached, and he eased his grip on the glass. "That's crazy, Merida. No badge-packer would come in here like that. Even Sheriff Kenmare was afraid to follow me this far. Nexpa must be mistaken." She shook her head, the planes of her face taut21 and strained-looking, her eyes glued in that wide, frightened way to his. He made a small, frustrated22 motion with the glass, his voice growing hoarse23. "She must be, Merida. No lawman. Not even a Texas Ranger24." She shook her head again, emitting a small, sobbing25 sound. He bent26 toward her tensely, his chest moving perceptibly with the breath passing through it. He was remembering what Delcazar had said. Bible Two? "It is a Ranger?" Crawford almost whispered.
She caught his arm, the words torn from her. "You've got to get out, Crawford. Before he reaches here."
"Ranger," he muttered, almost to himself, turning to get past her toward the door. "It can't be—"
"Too much time, Crawford," she said swiftly, blocking him from that direction. "Can't you understand? He's coming back. You won't even be able to cross the compound before he's here. You won't even be able to reach the brush. You'll never make it on foot, Crawford."
He stared down at her twisted face. "What are you saying?"
"There's one in the small corral," she said. "Nexpa told me. It's one of Jacinto's, so it won't be spooky."
It took him a moment to comprehend what she meant, and then it escaped him in a strangled way. "Think I can do it that way?"
"You've got to." She was close to crying now, the tears glistening27 in her eyes. "There isn't any other way, Crawford. Can't you understand? You've got to. Right now. You'll never make it to the brush. It's twice as far as the corral. You'd be out there in the open, and you'd be a clay pigeon. Your only chance is the corral."
"No!" He tried to break free of her grip on his arm. "I can't. You know I can't. You saw, out there in the storm, with that pinto."
"You can!" she cried. "You've got to, Crawford, you've got to."
He stared down into her twisted, pale face. Then, with a guttural, inarticulate sound, he whirled to the French windows, opening one farther, and stepped out onto the porch. He stood a moment behind the screen of yellow lluvia de oro covering the lattice. The silence lay across the compound so thick it almost gagged him. Waiting. There it was again. His shoulders hunched29 forward, and his whole tense body had taken on the look of a hunted animal. He stared furtively30 down the length of the porch. His shirt was wringing31 wet with sweat now.
"Crawford—"
It came from Merida, standing32 in the window behind him. Without turning around, he moved down the steps, his boots making a clatter33 in the silence. Then he was moving across the ground in an urgent, shuffling34 gait, his narrow, dark head turning ceaselessly from side to side. He realized he was still holding the glass, and threw it from him with a muffled35 curse. With every step nearer the corral, something seemed to be contracting about his heart. He was fighting for breath, and sweat had turned his beard soggy when he reached the fence. In the semi-gloom, he could barely make out the shape of the horse. This was the corral they broke broncs in, built in three sections, the largest section on this side, with a chute at the other end, and beyond that, a small, tight holding corral not much bigger than a stall, where they held the animals before putting them into the chute to be saddled. It had been Otis Rockland's boast that this smaller section was built so hog-tight and bull-tight it would hold the wildest bronc that ever double-shuffled. The heavy, reinforced cedar36 bars were so close together a man could not crawl between them but had to go through the gate. This gate itself was built so that it would close automatically, a rawhide37 rope run from its frame through a pulley on the overhead structure with a bucket of sand hanging at its end. Whenever the gate was open the weight of the sand bucket pulled it closed again, and the drop bar fell automatically into its sockets38 on the outside.
Crawford stopped at this gate, glancing from one side to another at the brush. There was a small crackle behind the bunkhouse. With a startled abruptness39, he pulled the rope that hoisted40 the drop bar from its sockets and lifted it above the top of the gate, allowing the portal to swing open. The bar would not drop back into position as long as the gate was ajar. Holding the gate open, Crawford found a rock large enough to wedge beneath the bottom bar and keep the sand bucket's weight from pulling the gate closed when he let go. The horse inside snorted softly. Crawford stiffened41 by the gate post. Then, his whole body so tense the muscles ached, he took a forced, jerky step toward the animal. The horse snorted again, louder. It had been hitched43 to the corral and, as Crawford drew near, the animal began tugging44 at the reins45 nervously46.
"Easy, boy, easy." Crawford tried to make his voice soft and reassuring47, but it came out tight, harsh. "You're going to break your headstall. Easy, you jughead."
But as he drew near, the horse's efforts to get free became wilder. It whinnied shrilly48 and reared up. The sound halted Crawford in the middle of the corral, his whole body a rigid49 line. The reins pulled free of their half hitch42 on the cedar-post bar, and the animal wheeled away from Crawford toward the far corner of the small corral. Crawford's movements were forced, now, as he moved to catch the animal in that corner. He bent forward slightly to peer at the lines of the beast. The darkness revealed only a hazy50 impression of broad rump and viciously churning hind28 legs and a roached mane. The stirrup leathers flapped loosely as the animal moved down the fence, trapped in the corner now by Crawford's advance. He was close to it when the horse wheeled with a strangled, screaming sound and broke toward him in a rush.
"No!"
It escaped Crawford in a hoarse shout. He stood there a moment longer, staring at the horse, his whole face contorted. Then he threw himself to one side, and the animal galloped51 past. It saw the partly open gate and was in a dead run by the time it reached that side. But in its frantic52 rush, the beast struck the opening partly broadside, rump crashing against the gate, head slamming into the fence post. The horse reeled back, screaming in rage, and wheeled to go through headfirst. But the blow of its body had jarred loose the rock Crawford had wedged beneath the gate, and the heavy bucket of sand descended53 with a rush to the ground, slamming the gate shut before the horse reached it. The drop bar outside fell into its sockets with a thud, about the same time the charging horse struck the gate once more. The whole corral shuddered54 with the impact, but the gate held firm. The dazed horse staggered away from the fence, making thwarted55, guttural sounds of pain.
Crawford realized he was trembling now. Pain swept up his legs, and the muscles across his belly56 began to jump and knot. Still dazed, the horse wheeled about wildly. It caught sight of him again, and all its enraged57 bestial58 instincts must have pinned the cause of its pain on Crawford, for the animal screamed once more and rushed him.
"No," shouted Crawford, again, his voice choked with the terrible reasonless fear that inundated59 him. He whirled and leaped to the high fence, trying to climb it. But he heard the pound of the animal's hoofs61 behind, and realized he would never make the top in time, and threw himself off. As he rolled to the ground, the animal crashed into the fence where he had been a moment before. Crawford stumbled to his feet, starting in a wild run for the gate which led into the chute. But he saw before he reached it that it was shut tight too. He turned to the other gate, his whole consciousness filled with the sound of the panting, whinnying, snorting animal behind him. At the portal, he tried to reach through and lift the drop bar from its sockets, but the cedar-post log was too heavy. He grabbed the gate, heaving at it madly. The horse was trotting62 back and forth63 on the other side of the small corral in a dazed way, shaking its head, snorting. Crouched weakly on his knees by the gate, trembling and shuddering64, Crawford tried to keep his voice down, hoping he would not arouse the horse again.
"Jacinto," he called. "I'm in the corral. The bar's dropped on this gate in the corral and I'm trapped inside with Africano. Jacinto, come and get me out—"
There was no sound from outside. He sagged65 there, panting, the pain clutching at him spasmodically, clenching66 his teeth in a desperate battle against the fear.
"Merida! Can't you hear me? Somebody. Jacinto! Come and let me out. The bar's dropped and Africano's in here. That killer67's in here and I can't get out. Merida." His voice rose and he began shaking at the gate again. "Someone hear me! Merida! Jacinto! I'm locked in with that black killer—" He was screaming now, throwing himself bodily at the door like a frenzied68 animal—"Damn you, come and get me out, damn you, Merida, you put that puro negro in here, you knew I'd be trapped in here with Africano, someone, come and let me out, for God's sake, Jacinto, let me out, Aforismo, can't you hear me, you can hear me, damn you, oh, God damn you—"
He stopped, huddled69 against the door, sobbing uncontrollably, realizing his own screams had set the black off again. Crawford jumped away as the horse came at him, stumbling and rolling in the dirt, bawling70 like a baby, too far gone to realize clearly what he was doing. He tried to claw up the fence again. But that pain in his legs and his terrible fear robbed him of much control. His boots beat a futile71 tattoo72 on the bars, seeking the openings in between. His bloody73 hands clawed blindly for holds. And the fence was too high for him to reach the top before the horse crossed the small corral. Over his shoulder he could see the animal coming.
"No! no! no—"
His wild bellow74 was cut off as the animal spun75 broadside against him. He heard his own crushed roar of pain, and he fell off into the dirt, his arms instinctively76 going over his head to protect them from flailing77 hoofs as he rolled away. The horse was as wild and frenzied as Crawford now. Two beasts filled the narrow confines of the corral with their crazed screams, forming shadowy, thundering, pounding, running shapes back and forth between the fences, the whole structure shuddering as one or the other smashed into the sides. Crawford did not try again to climb the fence. Hands bloody, clothes covered with dirt, shirt torn, all his wild concentration was on avoiding the mad, blind rushes of the killer horse. He found himself backed up against the door leading into the chute, facing the charging horse. He threw himself bodily aside, and the animal crashed into the door. Panels cracked and splintered, and corral posts groaned78 with the strain. The puro negro stumbled back, blood streaming from its head, eyes showing their whites in the gathering79 darkness, foam80 dripping from its jaw81.
Crawford had rolled across the short space to the side fence. And crouching82 there now, watching the horse wheeling and circling, seeking him, a terrible blinding anger swept him, blotting83 out for a moment the awful fear and pain. They thought they could do this to him? They thought they could lock him in a stall with a killer? The hell—
He dove aside again as the horse rushed, feeling no pain in his legs as he landed, feeling no panic, feeling only that utter rage, scalding, vitriolic84, cleansing85.
"You think you can do this to me?" he found himself shouting. "Merida? You think you can lock me in here like this? Damn you, Merida!" He moved in front of the door to the chute, yelling crazily at the animal. "Come on, Africano, here I am, you bastard86, here I am, come on, see me, damn you, come on—"
Dirt spurted87 beneath the churning hoofs as the horse charged and reared above the man. Crawford waited till the last moment, jumped aside. Panels cracked and split again as twelve hundred pounds of horseflesh crashed against the gate. The horse staggered off, whirled back to Crawford.
Gasping88, Crawford pawed sweat from his eyes, dodged89 aside. The puro negro caught itself before plunging90 into the fence there, whirling on one hind foot and changing its lead in mid-air to rush Crawford again with a frenzied scream. He put himself in front of the chute door again.
Once more it was the horse's wild scream and the leap aside and the maddened animal shaking the whole corral as it crashed into the door. Another panel cracked, and hinges creaked, and the door sagged outward. Blood covering its head, the black whirled and came at Crawford sideways. It didn't give him enough room on either side, and the black's shoulder caught him as he tried to jump away from the rear fence. He went down, rolling up against the side with a force that stunned91 him.
The horse had smashed into the rear fence, and it backed away, shaking its head. Sensing Crawford at its side, the animal turned, shifting its weight to kick.
Crawford saw the movement and knew what it meant, and not even hearing his own shout, he clawed up the fence and threw himself directly at the horse's rump. His weight struck the black hocks, and, without leverage92, all the kick did was throw him bodily back against the cedar logs. With almost human cunning, Africano jumped forward to clear the space between them so it could catch Crawford with the full force of its kick. He rolled under the hoofs as they lashed93 out. One of them caught his shoulder and he screamed in agony. Then he was up against the door again.
He didn't know how many more times he drew the black into that door before the portal collapsed94. It was all a wild haze95 of choking dirt and soggy sweat and salty blood and lashing96 hoofs. Time and time again he waited there at the gate till the last moment, and then jumped free, allowing the horse to batter3 on into it. And finally, with the whole corral shuddering with the impact, the black crashed through the portal, tearing its lower half clear out and carrying the upper portion of the gate about its head and neck as it stumbled on into the chute. The opposite door to the chute had been left open, and the horse went on through into the larger corral.
Pawing blood and sweat off his face, drawing in a great gulp of air, Crawford staggered out after the animal. It was logical that Merida should have taken this long to hear the racket from the house, but the men from the bunkhouse should have reached the corrals long ago. Jacinto was at the fence with Merida, and Quartel was coming up in his hard-heeled run, followed by Aforismo and the others.
"Crawford," cried Jacinto, "get out between the bars! You can do it now. While Africano's still fighting the door. Are you loco? He's a killer. He'll run you down. You can get away now."
"No," gasped97 Crawford, "no," and ran on toward the horse where it had dragged the chute door clear out into the middle of the corral. He wasn't finished yet. He knew he had to do it now or never, while the anger still blotted98 out his fear. He worked the puro negro into a corner and got close enough to jerk the shattered door off its neck. The horse tried to break away, but Crawford threw himself in front of it, getting the frenzied, lathered99 animal back against the fence. One of the hands was belatedly climbing the fence with a rope. Crawford did not wait; he moved in toward the horse.
Screaming like a woman, Africano charged straight at him. There hadn't been enough room between them for the beast to gain much momentum101, however. Crawford met it almost head-on, throwing himself partly aside only at the last moment, grabbing the roached mane with one hand and hooking his other arm around beneath the neck and letting the horse's shoulder slam into his hip102, throwing him up and over.
"Crawford," he heard Jacinto scream, "oh, you fool, Crawford."
He didn't hear any more, then, except the horse's wild, frenzied sounds and the horse's drumming hoofs. He didn't see any more except the black devil beneath him, doing everything within the scope of its vicious cunning to get him off.
It bucked103, and he took every jarring drop screaming triumphantly104 at the agony it caused him. It rolled, and instead of stepping clear off and waiting till the horse came up again, he rode its belly around, eyes open wide, dodging105 the death in its flailing legs. There was an insane frustration106 in the black's eyes as it came onto its feet again and found the man had never left it. The horse rolled again, directing its kicks this time. Still Crawford was on when it came up.
He rolled it from one side of the corral to the other, until it had enough of that, and began going over backward. A man stepping off then would have ultimately lost his touch with the horse too. But Crawford rode its neck when it twisted onto its hips107 and rode its head when it put its rump into the ground and rode its belly while it was upside down.
The horse rose into a veritable orgasm of mad bucking108, pin-wheeling, sunfishing, humping up and coming down with all four feet planted, and knocking most of the consciousness from Crawford every time it landed. Crawford was bleeding at the nose and ears, face covered with blood and sweat, clothes black with dirt. His whole world was one of shocking, jarring pain and a grim, terrible concentration on finishing this.
The horse began rolling again, trying desperately109 to get the man under its black body, and Crawford went with it, crying openly now, pawing blindly for holds, head rocking as a hoof60 caught him, lying over the animal's back with his nose streaming blood on its dirty hide.
Finally he felt the animal come to a stop beneath him, legs trembling, barrel heaving, lather100 dripping off it white as snow. Crawford slumped110 over, hearing his own sobbing, not knowing whether the wet on his face was sweat or blood or both. He waited for the animal to gather itself again. It didn't. Finally Crawford slid off and his legs collapsed beneath him; he grabbed the horse's cannon111 bone and pulled himself to his knees, then the mane and pulled himself erect112. He bent over and was sick. Choking weakly, he saw them coming from the corral.
"Get away, stay away. I'm taking this horse back in. You wanted him for cow work? You got him." Merida swam into his vision, and he spat113 out blood and teeth before he could speak again. "And maybe you don't know it, Merida, but you did me a big favor. Yeah. A big favor."
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