Perhaps it was the sound. The constant, incessant1, unrelenting sound of those snakes. Standing2 in this narrow strip of bog3 formed by the rising muck of the underground river, the hissing4 was audible on both sides now. There was something infinitely5 evil about it that clutched at a man's vitals. It filled Crawford with a vague, primal6 panic, akin7 to the fear he had known of Africano before, yet different, in a subtle, insidious8 way.
"I knew it was you." Quartel's voice startled him, coming from an entirely9 different direction than before. "I heard you coming. I wish I could cuss the way you can, Crawford." It was getting on Crawford's nerves. The black was becoming unmanageable beneath him. Under other circumstances he would have been willing to play the game. But the thought of Merida somewhere in there drove all the conditioned wariness10 from him. Suddenly the black raised its head again; he pulled on the hackamore to stifle11 the whinny in its throat, but he saw which direction it was turned in. He flapped his legs out wide and brought the heels in hard, bolting the black into the mesquite. They crashed through the mogote. Crawford had the Henry in his right hand as they burst into the open, keeping it free of brush with the lever down. A vague, blurred12 impression of Quartel sitting that trigueño leaped into Crawford's vision. With one motion he was jerking the hackamore against the left side of the black's neck to wheel it toward the man, and then releasing the hackamore completely to have both hands for his rifle, bringing the Henry up into line with his right hand and slapping his left palm against the barrel at the same time. In that last instant, as fast as he had moved, he had time to see why Quartel had been doing it this way. The man had no gun in his hand. Even as Crawford wheeled and brought his Henry up, Quartel was leaning forward with a grunt13, his arm snapping out.
Crawford tried to duck the rope and fire at the same time. He heard his bullet clatter14 through brush, after the thunder of the shot, and knew he had missed. Then the edge of the loop struck his hand and slid down his arm and closed over the gun. It was either let go the Henry or be jerked from his horse.
The rifle bounced along the ground, and for a moment it looked as if Quartel were going to be able to pull it to him. Then it slipped from the noose15. The Mexican wheeled his trigueño toward the rifle, and his intent was patent. Crawford turned the black and quartered in on a line that would bring him between Quartel and the Henry. Seeing how he would be blocked off from reaching the gun, Quartel reared his horse to a stop, flirting16 in his rope and catching17 it up in loops. Crawford, realizing that if he turned to approach the Henry his back would be to Quartel and the man would have him with that rope, halted his black too. For a moment, the two men sat there facing each other across the open ground. It must have struck Quartel how it had to be, now, about the same time the realization18 came to Crawford. The Mexican let out a hoarse19, violent laugh.
"All right," he said. "I am the best roper in the world, Crawford."
He sat there, grinning, allowing Crawford to unlash the 40-foot rawhide20 lasso from the black's rig. A picture formed in Crawford's mind that filled him with a growing tension. A picture of Quartel blindfolded21 on that trigueño in the corral with one end of a rawhide dally22 tied about his neck and ten snorting, stamping, vicious ladinos tearing up the turf and the strange sighing sound rising from the crowd of sweating, stinking23 vaqueros every time he threw the bull. It didn't help a man. It didn't help a man while he unhitched the rawhide lashing24 on the saddle skirt from about the dally and shook out the loops and watched the braided hondo slide down the slick rope. His motions were stiff, jerky. He hadn't roped in a long time.
"Hola!" bellowed25 Quartel, and those great Chihuahua spurs rolled down the flanks of his brown animal like cart wheels digging ruts in a road. Crawford jabbed his own guthooks into the black, and Africano jumped into a dead run. The brown horse seemed to come at Crawford in a surge that left no space for conscious thought. He knew what a mistake it would be for him to make the first pass, and he bent26 forward in the saddle, watching Quartel's hand.
But the Mexican was waiting too, and the trigueño was completely past Crawford, with Crawford still holding his rope and twisting around so he could watch Quartel, when the man made his throw. The Mexican passed the rope over his shoulder, without looking at Crawford. In that position, the movement of Quartel's arms was blocked off by his body, and Crawford did not know the Mexican had made his toss till he saw the small, tight loop spinning directly over his head. The throw was calculated to compensate27 for Crawford's forward speed. All he could do to escape it was rein28 to one side or the other. He bent forward so far on Africano his chest struck the saddle horn, putting the reins29 against the black neck hard.
The violence of the quarter turn almost snapped Crawford from the saddle. He shouted with the pain stabbing through his middle. He heard the faint sound of the rope striking Africano's rump. Then he was tearing into a mogote of mesquite.
Instead of going on through, he wheeled Africano within the thicket30. The horse reared up, screaming with the pain of turning in that cruel brush, and Crawford was charging out the way he had come.
Evidently expecting Crawford to go on through the mesquite, Quartel was racing31 around the fringe to intercept32 him on the other side. This caused the Mexican to be at Crawford's rear as he burst out the same spot he had gone in. Crawford put his reins against Africano's neck, and again the horse responded with that incredible turn, and Crawford found himself directly behind the churning brown rump of the trigueño. The Mexican was already in the act of wheeling his horse around to meet Crawford. Then he must have seen how Crawford had turned after him, and realized how his own maneuver34 would place him, for he tried to turn back. It was too late.
Quartel's first turn had placed him broadside to Crawford's oncoming black. Crawford had that one free pass at Quartel's flank, with the Mexican in no position to defend himself by a throw of his own. Crawford saw his loop settle over the man's head.
"All right," he shouted, and dallied35 his end of the rope around the saddle horn, wheeling Africano away to pull Quartel off.
But there was no weight on the rope. It fell slackly from the horn, and Crawford twisted back to see what had happened.
He had seen Indians do it. One instant Quartel had been sitting the horse, the next he wasn't. The loop fell across the back of the riderless trigueño, caught on the cantle, slipped off. Then the Mexican appeared in the saddle again. He had jumped completely off, hanging onto the horn with but one hand, to strike the ground and bounce back up, the rope hitting while he was off on the far side that way.
The first wild action had left no time for much thought, but now, as he recovered his rope and maneuvered36 to meet Quartel's next move, the sheer deadliness of this struck Crawford fully37. Like trying to figure out three or four plays ahead in a poker38 game, with your life in the pot instead of a few dollars. Well, he had been figuring one play ahead, ever since he had seen the cards Quartel put down back there at the bull-tailing. It was the trick Quartel had used on Indita. Crawford had spotted39 the weakness of it, even then. A man could take advantage of that, if he had a horse which could turn quick enough.
Crawford remembered Quartel and Indita had been racing head-on at each other, and he placed himself in the position to meet Quartel that way as the Mexican trotted40 toward him from across the clearing now. The trigueño was picking up its feet in a high, excited action, lather41 marbling its snout and chest.
"Vamanos," Quartel roared, and raked the animal's bloody42 flanks with his Chihuahua can openers, and they were racing at each other again. Quartel leaned forward and threw his arm out with a grunt as they went by one another. Crawford's own arm stiffened43 with the impulse to make his throw. Then he realized Quartel's clothesline was not coming.
The rest of it moved automatically, without any conscious volition44 from Crawford. Holding his throw, he allowed the black to race on past Quartel. Then, when he knew Quartel would be wheeling that trigueño to make his true cast at Crawford's retreating back, Crawford yanked the mecate against Africano's neck. He felt the movement of the horse's shoulders beneath him, changing leads as it spun45 in full gallop46 on its hind33 foot. No quarter turn this time. A half turn, switching ends completely in that instant, so that he was facing Quartel instead of going away and, with the horse still in motion, was racing back toward the Mexican.
It caused Quartel's rope to overshoot completely. Crawford saw the man's face twist in surprise. Then Crawford made his cast. It was an underhanded throw with a hooley-ann at the end. In wheeling, Quartel had come to a full stop. He made one last abortive47 effort to turn his animal away, but the small loop caught him before the trigueño reacted. Then Crawford was on past the Mexican, with the rope dallied on his horn and snapping taut48. He heard Quartel make a strangled sound of pain. Then there was the thump49 of him striking the ground.
Crawford tried to keep his black in full gallop and drag Quartel, but something within him rebelled. He halted the animal and swung off, running back to catch the man before he could rise. Quartel was on his knees, that rope still about his thick neck, shaking his head dully. The mesquite rattled50 behind Quartel, and Merida stepped out. She must have passed the Henry where it had been dropped. She held it cocked in both hands, and her bosom52 was heaving, her face torn and bleeding from the brush she had run through. They stared at each other without speaking. Her eyes were wide and shining, and her lips started twisting across her teeth without any sound coming out.
Then, without any consciousness of having moved, he found her body in his arms and her lips against his and the sound of her expelled breath hot and hoarse in his ears. He didn't know how long he was lost in it. Finally the other things began to come. The cold, hard feel of the rifle barrel against his back where she held it in one hand with that arm around him. The guttural sounds of pain Quartel was making trying to get that noose off his neck. The crash of another passage through the mesquite.
"Crawford, Crawford, I knew you'd come, I knew they couldn't stop you, none of them—" It was Merida, whispering it in a husky, passionate53, barely coherent stream against his chest. "I was so afraid. Thinking of you out there. All those snakes. I wanted you to come and I didn't want you to. I didn't know what I wanted. I do now, I mean. I guess I haven't known really what I wanted all my life, but I do now. I was so afraid—"
"Merida—Where are you?"
It was Huerta's voice, accompanying the rattle51 of the thicket. Crawford lifted his face from the woman's, staring at the doctor as he stumbled from the mesquite. The man's fustian54 was ripped and torn, and he was dabbing55 at a cut on his cheek with a silk monogrammed handkerchief. He brought himself to an abrupt56 halt, breathing heavily, when he saw them.
Crawford disengaged himself from Merida, taking the rifle out of her hand, still looking at the doctor. There was something about the man that vaguely57 puzzled him.
"Did you find it?" Crawford asked Merida finally.
A dim, bitter expression entered Merida's face. "Yes," she said, "we found it."
"What do you mean?" Crawford muttered.
She inclined her head through the mesquite, that strange expression still on her features. Crawford frowned at her. Then he turned to jerk the Henry at Quartel. The man had finally got that rope off his neck and stood there rubbing the bruised58 flesh sullenly59. He moved ahead of Crawford through the brush.
"You too, Doctor," said Crawford.
They passed through the thicket and crossed a boggy60 section. With the violence of the action over now, the hissing of the snakes began to impinge on Crawford's consciousness again. Rising out of the bog to the thick mat of greenish-brown toboso grass covering an island of firm ground, they reached the first aparejo. It was one of the old X-shaped packsaddles used by the original Mexican muleteers, with two brass62-bound chests lashed63 into it so that one would fall on each side of the mule61.
"The Mexicans carrying this stuff must have been following the dry river bed and hit the fringe of Snake Thickets64 about dusk," said Merida. "That's the only way they could have got this far in. Then, when the snakes started waking up, and they realized what they had wandered into, the men left the stuff here, knowing it would be as safe as anywhere they could have hidden it, and shot their way out through the snakes again."
"Did you just stumble onto it too?" Crawford asked.
"Quartel had the other third of the derrotero," said Merida.
"Quartel?" Crawford's head lifted sharply to the man. He emitted a small, humorless laugh. "That explains a lot of things."
"Does it?" said Quartel.
"It showed Quartel how to find the aparejos once he was inside Mogotes Serpientes," Merida said. "But not how to find Snake Thickets." Her eyes were on Crawford, and that odd expression still filled her face. She moved her head toward the chest. "Go ahead," she said.
He kept Quartel and Huerta in sight when he knelt. The wood was rotten and someone had torn the lid of one chest away from its brass bindings. He lifted it, and stared at the black gunpowder65 filling the oak box. The woman's voice sounded far away.
"The Centralists must have done this. They would have done anything to break Santa Anna's power at that time. They knew his men were ready to desert because they hadn't been paid in three months. It was only by the promise of this pay that Santa Anna held them together long enough to fight the battle of San Jacinto. You can imagine their reaction if the train had reached the army and they had found their pay to be nothing more than this." She stared emptily at the case. "Twenty chests of gunpowder. That's ironic66, isn't it? All this trouble over twenty chests of gunpowder."
Crawford rose slowly, drawing himself back to present necessities by a distinct effort. "We'd better start thinking about getting out of here."
Huerta's feet made a small, quick shift against the toboso grass. Crawford realized what it was in the man now. That air of infinite ennui67 was beginning to dissipate before something else; an indefinable tension tightened68 the little muscles about Huerta's mouth till the soft flesh was furrowed69 like an old man's. The bluish, veined lower lid of his right eye was twitching70 noticeably. "We can't go out now," he said, and the strain was palpable in his voice. "Not through all those snakes again. They're awake now."
"This place dries up come daylight," said Crawford. "It won't be any safer than out there. We have to leave sometime before then, and it might as well be now."
He began peeling off his gloves and handing them to Merida; then his heavy denim72 ducking jacket and the bull-hide chaps. Huerta's breathing became more audible as he watched it.
"No," he said, "no—listen—"
"What's wrong with your gun?" Crawford asked Quartel.
"Merida's horse got hit by a snake about halfway73 through," said the Mexican. "She got pitched and Huerta wouldn't stop to pick her up. I was following them pretty close and came across her before she'd been caught by the snakes. But they were all waked up in that section and I used my lead up shooting our way on into here. That's why I had to use the rope on you."
Quartel looked surprised. "It's an old Bisley .44."
From the pocket of his levis, Crawford pulled a handful of his .44 flat-noses. He stood there with the copper75 cartridges76 in his hand, meeting Quartet's eyes. He held out his hand.
Quartel stared at the handful of shells, then he threw back his head and let out that Gargantuan77 laugh. "Crawford, you're the craziest barrachon I ever saw."
He took the cartridges and broke his Bisley and began thumbing them into the cylinder78. Huerta lowered the handkerchief from his scratched face, and his effort at control was more obvious now.
"I haven't got a gun," he said.
"That's too bad," said Crawford.
"No, no, listen, you can't expect me to go out there without—"
He turned around and indicated Quartel should follow him through the mesquite to their horses. Like the well-trained roper it was, the trigueño had stopped the instant Quartel left its back, and was standing in the same spot they had left it. Africano must have run on across the bog and been stopped by his fear of the snakes in the first dry thickets over there, for he came trotting79 back through the mud, whinnying nervously80. Crawford blocked the animal off against a mogote of chaparral and caught it.
"Get on first," he told the girl.
"Crawford," Huerta began again, "you can't—"
"Get your horse if you're coming with us," he told the man.
Huerta opened his mouth to say something more; then, with a strangled, inarticulate sound, he turned and crashed back through the mesquite. In a moment he returned on the copperbottom. It was a risky81 thing to do with such a green horse, but there was no other way, and Crawford swung onto the black behind the cantle. The animal kicked in a startled, angry way and started to buck82. Crawford swung his arms around in front of Merida to grab the mecate and yank back hard on it, spurring Africano at the same time. The puro negro quit bucking83 and broke forward, slopping into a muddy stretch. Crawford turned the horse to get Quartel in front of him. They rode toward the edge of the bog that way.
"You go first, Quartel," Crawford said. "I'll follow you, Huerta. If you can keep your head and stay in between us, we might be able to get you out. Just keep your head. That's the whole thing. Get panicky and you're through. You can even get bit a couple of times by snakes and still live to tell about it if you don't let it throw you. It isn't the venom84 that kills a man so quick; it's when he gets spooked and starts running and yelling and pumping all that poison through him a hundred times as fast as it would spread if he just stayed calm. Savvy85?"
Huerta's copperbottom fiddled86 beneath him. "Crawford, I can't. Not without a gun. You can't ask me to."
"Quartel?" said Crawford.
"Sí," grinned the Mexican, and flapped his feet out wide. The trigueño bolted before Quartel's feet came back in to kick his flanks, and then crashed into the thickets. Crawford held the Henry in one hand and he waved it at Huerta.
"Get going, damn you, I'm not going to wait for you to puke, get going!"
"No, I can't, not through there—" Huerta saw Crawford swing out his feet, and whirled the copperbottom with a last desperate shout, and crashed into the Snake Thickets after Quartel. Then Crawford's heels struck the black, and they were going.
At first it was only the wild, crashing, pounding, yelling run through the mesquite. With Quartel leading the way all they had to do was follow the trail he made, running through holes he had burst in the thickets ahead of them. Then the snakes began. First it was that sharp, dry thump against Africano's pechero, and the woman's shrill87, startled cry. Quartel's gun crashed from ahead of them, but Crawford was too taken up with reining88 the black to use his Henry. He had that blurred impression of violent undulation around him. There was another snapping thud against Africano's buckskin shield, and a big diamondback fell to the ground beneath them as they went by.
Then it was the shrill scream from Huerta's copperbottom ahead. Crawford saw the huge rattler dropping off the animal's rump, and the copperbottom started to buck.
"There it is," screamed Huerta, "there it is!"
"Don't lose your head," shouted Crawford. "Get him to running again. He'll last through, Huerta, get him to running—"
Another rattler flashed from the thickets. The copperbottom reared up as the snake struck, pawing the air wildly. Crawford came up from behind at a dead run and Huerta's panicky reining brought the copperbottom down broadside to them. Crawford jerked his whole body to the left with the desperation of his attempt to rein the black around, but Africano smashed head-on into Huerta's animal.
Crawford had the sense of falling through a bedlam89 of Huerta's wild yells and Merida's voice calling something and the animal's frenzied90, agonized91 screaming. Then he hit the ground with Merida coming down on top of him. It knocked the breath from him and he struggled to get from beneath her, making a horrible retching sound in his fight for breath. He got to his knees, surprised that he still clutched the Henry. The copperbottom was already crashing off through the brush, and Africano was just scrambling92 to his feet. Crawford lurched at the black horse, but Africano whirled and galloped93 at a ramadero of cejas, smashing through and disappearing. There was a whirring sound from behind and Merida's shriek94. He whirled, snapping the lever on his Henry down at the same time, and fired from the hip95 at the serpent coiled just beyond her. She had been in the act of throwing herself away, and the slug driving into the snake aborted96 its strike. The head fell heavily to the ground with only half its length uncoiled. Crawford leaped to Merida, grabbing her roughly by the elbow and yanking her erect97.
"Crawford, get me out, Crawford! Crawford!" It was Huerta, rising from the patch of switch mesquite where he had been thrown. There was a sallow, putty color to his face and that eye was twitching uncontrollably now. He staggered toward them, his blasé, jaded98 sophistication swept away before the terrible animal fear. A deadly rattle rose from behind him and he tried to run, and stumbled, falling against Crawford.
The woman's gasp99 made Crawford turn in the direction she was looking, and he brought up the Henry, kicking free of Huerta, firing at the snake which had writhed100 from the switch mesquite toward them, shouting at Huerta. "Get up, then. I'll get you out. Get up!"
Panting, sobbing102 hoarsely103, Huerta pulled himself up, staring about him wildly, starting like a frightened deer at every new sound. Crawford put the woman directly before him and started moving forward. Huerta cringed at his side, clawing at him, and he had to keep shoving the man away.
"Hurry, Crawford, hurry, please, what are you doing this for? We'll never—"
"No, Crawford, no—"
Shouting it, Huerta reeled back against him. Crawford had to fight the man off and wheel that way and fire all at once. He couldn't have hit the snake anyway. It had already been in the middle of its lunge.
"I'm hit," screamed Huerta. "Crawford, I'm hit. Save me. I'll do anything. Help me!"
"Keep your head, Huerta. Quit fighting like that!"
"No, Crawford, for God's sake!" Huerta was floundering around blindly, shouting and clutching at Crawford, who tried to kick him away so he could keep the gun going. Another rattler slithered from the thickets, and he fired wildly at it.
"Huerta!" cried Merida, tearing at the man, the panic gripping her voice and twisting her face, "don't be a fool. Let him go, let him go—"
"No. Get me out! I'll do anything, Crawford, admit anything. You were right. I'm no doctor. I had two years in France and they dismissed me. The opium105. There. Now. I've told you—" His babble106 broke off in a wild shriek. Crawford had not seen the snake strike. It fell away from Huerta's back, slithering off into the thicket. Huerta crawled toward Crawford on his hands and knees, a faint, yellow froth forming at his lips. He clutched at Crawford's legs, shouting up at him. "I'll tell you anything, please, anything. I was the one who killed Otis Rockland. Is that what you want? I knew Tarant had given him that piece of the derrotero, and I knew Otis was in that hotel room. I'd just reached him when you arrived, and I had to escape by the balcony without getting the map—"
Again his hoarse bawling107 broke off in a scream. His struggles had carried them both over to a thicket, and Crawford could see the same snake Huerta did, coiled almost at their feet. He tore free of the doctor's frantic108 hands, throwing himself back, and firing at the serpent. He tripped and fell heavily onto his back, seeing the snake jerk with the slug but reach Huerta anyway. Screaming, the doctor fought to gain his feet.
"Get me out, Crawford, get me out," he howled, pawing the writhing109, thumping110 thing off in horror, whirling to run blindly away from it across the small opening. "It wasn't Quartel who had Whitehead try to bushwhack you that time, either. It was me. I wanted the third of the derrotero you had. And I was the one who tried to get Merida's third in the house during the bull-tailing. Please, Crawford, what more can you want? Get me out now!"
He looked like some frenzied beast, greasy111 black hair down over his face, froth drooling off his chin. He stumbled blindly into a mogote of chaparro prieto, and tried to turn and get out. But there must have been a nest of them in the black chaparral, and they caught him there.
"No, Crawford," he screamed, as the first one struck, with a fleshy spissitude, knocking him to his knees in the thicket, "they're all around me," and his voice broke as a second one caught him. "For Christ's sake, Crawford, get me out. I told you, didn't I?" he sobbed112, trying to crawl on through. And then another one struck him. "Oh, for God's sake, Crawford, please, for God's sake." And another, and he was lying on his belly113, still trying to crawl, and his voice had sunk to a pitiful wailing114, like a little child weakening, sinking until it was barely audible. "Please, get me out, oh, please, Crawford, get me out," and then dying finally, beneath the crescendo115 hissing of the snakes, "Get me out, I'll do anything, only please get me out—"
After it had ceased, Crawford felt himself twitch71, and realized how long he had been crouching116 there in a dazed shocked immobility at such a bizarre, terrifying display. It was like awakening117 from a deep sleep. There was a thick, sweet taste in his mouth, and he was sweating, and movement came with a strange pain. He saw that Merida was standing over him, staring at the brush with that same stunned118 horror in her face. His movement caused her to turn in something akin to surprise. She looked at him a moment before her eyes dropped to his hand; he was rising, but the sound she made stopped him. It must have struck him sometime during his struggles with Huerta. He did not remember when. The twin red punctures119 on the back of his hand were oozing120 blood thickly. With a curse, he started to rise again and get the rifle, but Merida caught him.
"No, Crawford. The knife. Your bowie. You've got to get it now before it spreads." She was on her knees beside him, pulling the bowie from his boot where he had thrust it after winding121 those strips of blanket on.
"The snakes," he said, "the snakes—"
"If we sit still they won't come for a minute. Now—I've got to." She met his eyes, then bent over his hand with the blade. He felt himself turn rigid122, but it caused him less pain than he anticipated. She did it in three quick, skillful strokes. "I told you my mother was a curandera. I've seen her do this a dozen times. Find some Spanish dagger123 and you can get a poison from it that makes as good an antidote124 as any."
She bent to suck the wound, and now it was beginning to come. Take it easy. The hissing bore in on him with a physical weight. Take it easy, damn you. That's why Huerta's through. He lost his head. All right. Get up, then, damn you, get up. He got up.
The motion drew his hand from Merida's fingers, and she rose too. He had scooped125 up the Henry in rising, and he pulled the lever down. No fired shell popped out, and he realized the magazine must be empty. He reached in his right-hand pocket for fresh loads, and pulled out his hand, empty. The woman's eyes followed the movements in a fascinated way as he shifted the rifle so he could reach into his left-hand pocket. Again his hand came out empty. Merida's gaze raised to his, and they stared at each other blankly for a long moment. A small, hopeless sob101 escaped her.
The first, faint, snapping crackle came from behind, turning him that way. It was a big diamondback, slithering from the switch mesquite. It stopped as it caught sight of them, and its long, shimmering126 body coiled with oily facility. The ugly hammerhead raised, and the glittering opacity127 of its cruel little eyes held Crawford's gaze in a viscid mesmerization128. Then it began to rattle.
"Crawford—"
The woman's agonized whisper brought his eyes around the other way. Another serpent, as big around as his lower leg, had crawled from a mogote of huisache. Again it was the soft snap of decaying vegetation that lay thickly over the ground, and the cessation of this as the snake saw them and stopped, and that swift coiling movement, and that sibilant rattle.
"Crawford," said Merida, in a hoarse, strained whisper. "We can't move. They'll strike as soon as we move. They're all around us and we can't move—"
"No," he said gutturally. "Remember they don't often strike above the hip. You've got those batwings. Just keep your feet, that's all, just keep your feet."
"There's another one," she said, and he saw the panic was gripping her the way it had Huerta. "We can't move, Crawford. Not a step. They'll have us."
"Merida," he said. "You've got to. Don't lose your head. Just start walking."
"I can't," she said, in a strangled, pathetic way, "Crawford, I can't—"
He could feel that animal fear rising up in him, to blot129 out all his terrible control. Sweat formed gleaming streaks130 through the grime of his face. His right hand was clenched131 so hard around the useless gun it ached. Gritting132 his teeth, he summoned the awful, supreme133 effort of will it would take for him to make that first step. His whole body was stiffened for it, when the first thunderous detonation134 came from out in the brush. There was a second, and a third, before Crawford recognized them as gunshots. This was followed by a long crashing of brush, and Quartel burst into view. This movement caused the snake on Crawford's right to strike. It hit his leg with a solid thump, knocking him over against Merida, and though he knew the fangs135 had not penetrated136 the triple thickness of Chimayo blanket around his calf137, he could not hold back his hoarse, fearful shout. Quartel had fired twice at the second rattler, knocking it back before it could strike. The serpent tried to recoil138 and strike again, in a weak, abortive way, and Quartel jumped at it with a curse, stamping on its head. Then he whirled away to fire at a third one beyond Merida.
"Hola!" bellowed Quartel. "Let's go. You only got a little stretch left and we'll be out."
"Who else?" grinned the man. He caught Crawford by the shoulder, shoving him forward. "Come on, I tell you. We ain't got time for coffee."
The rest of it was Quartel's bellowing140 gun and the crash of mesquite and Merida's hoarse, uncontrollable sobbing and a nightmarish sense of movement within and without him as he staggered through the thickets. At last he found himself face down on gritty sand, his breathing settling down to the shallow exhalation of complete exhaustion141. He looked up to see Quartel squatting142 over him, that grin on his sweaty, greasy face. The woman was sitting up on the bank beyond Quartel, the batwings lying at her feet. Crawford realized he was barefooted and the blanketing had been stripped off his legs.
"The chaps saved Merida," said Quartel. "And that Chimayo on you was a good idea. The only thing you got is that hand. I don't think it will cause you too much trouble, the way she fixed143 it."
"Why did you come back?" said Crawford.
Quartel shrugged144. "For the same reason you gave me those shells back in the bog when you didn't know for sure whether I'd use them on you or the snakes, I guess." He sat there looking at Crawford a while. "I'm sort of glad it was Huerta that killed Rockland," he said finally. He laughed, at the look Crawford gave him. "Sí. You could have heard that Huerta yelling up in San Antone. My horse went down just as I got out, and I was lying here in the sand when Huerta cut loose. He really cracked up good, didn't he? It sort of finishes my job out here."
Merida came over and lowered herself to her knees beside Crawford, and he sat up, staring at Quartel. "Your job?"
That pawky grin was on the Mexican's face. "Sí. Like I said I knew one who pinned it to his undershirt. Me, I couldn't even do that. Only a damn fool would come into the brasada with a badge. But I got a commission back in San Antonio from the federal government."
Crawford continued to stare at the man a long time, and it all went through his head, before he said it. "Marshal Quartel?"
"That's right," said the Mexican. "Maybe I look like I should be a rurale, but I'm a citizen of the States and my father was before me. They sent me out to get you a couple of weeks after Rockland was killed. Other lawmen had been given the job without meeting much success. I guess you know about that. I figured you'd turn up at your old corral sooner or later, so I had the Nueces Cattle Association recommend me to Tarant as qualified145 to rod the roundup he was managing for Rockland's estate. By the time you'd showed up at the Big O, I'd been there long enough to find out that, whether you murdered Rockland or not, there was more to the whole business than just the personal trouble between you and him. That derrotero for instance. I'd gotten a third of it from Whitehead. He'd found it many years ago on the body of one of the Mexican muleteers, who had been shot in the brush by Houston's men but apparently146 had gotten away from them to die. It was the section of the map which showed Snake Thickets, and how to find the chests once you got inside the thickets, but not how to find the thickets themselves. When you finally arrived, I had to choose between nabbing you then, or staying on and trying to find out what was really behind the murder."
"Then, those other lawmen—"
"The ones I told you about when I found you at Delcazar's?" Quartel giggled147 slyly. "I'm the only lawman I seen in the brasada since I came. You were pretty jumpy, Crawford. I thought if I cinched the girth up tight enough it might squeeze out some interesting things."
There was no apology in his voice for how he had used Crawford. The elemental brutality148 of the man was in his greasy, thick-featured face, and the courage, too. And it would take that kind, thought Crawford, to come into a place like this. I can cuss better and ride better and rope better than any hombre in the world.
"Not rope better."
"What?" said Quartel.
"Nothing," said Crawford, sitting up to pull on his boots. "How about Tarant?"
"He was involved all right," said Quartel. "He knew Rockland had that section of the map, and allowed Huerta to stay at the Big O, undoubtedly149 having made some deal with him to split the money when they got it. Since it was Huerta that murdered Rockland, we might be able to nab Tarant as an accessory."
With a weary breath, Crawford rose. "We can reach Del's from here in a couple of hours. He needs tending to, and that old Chihuahua cart of his will be better than walking back."
Quartel got up and turned to climb the bank toward the brush. Merida started after him, but Crawford caught her arm.
"Out there in the thickets," he said. "I didn't quite get it. You were all mixed up. Something about not knowing what you'd wanted all your life, and knowing now."
"Maybe seeing those chests of gunpowder made me realize it fully," she said. "It could be symbolical150, in a way, of money. You seek it all your life, and when you finally get it, you realize it isn't what you want, after all."
"What do you want?"
"Don't you know?"
He gazed at her without speaking for a moment. Her face had taken on that feminine softness. Her eyes met his widely, shining a little. He was suddenly swept with the desire to shout or cry or laugh or take her in his arms, he didn't know which, the realization swelled151 so swiftly within him. It had all been so broken and aborted and bitterly frustrating152 between himself and Merida before, and now it was so complete. Yet, somehow, it was too poignant153 to express here. He reached out and took her hand.
"Let's go," he said.
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dagger
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opacity
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mesmerization
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supreme
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detonation
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calf
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exhaustion
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| n.耗尽枯竭，疲惫，筋疲力尽，竭尽，详尽无遗的论述 | |
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brutality
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