So thats where Matterson land stops. He grinned, but there was no humour in him. I was hoping youd come this way the marker makes explanations easier.
I walked back and looked at the cairn, then glanced at him to find he had followed me with the rifle still held easily in his hands. We had the cairn between us, so I said, Its all right if I stand here?
Sure, he said airily. You can stand there. No law against it.
And you dont mind me taking off my pack?
Not so long as you dont put it this side of the marker. He grinned and I could see he was enjoying himself. I was prepared to let him for the moment so I said nothing, swung the pack to the ground and flexed my shoulders. He didnt like that he could see how big I was, and the rifle swung towards me, so there was no question now about being held up.
I pulled the maps out of a side pocket of the pack and consulted them. Theres nothing here about this, I said mildly.
There wouldnt be, he said. Not on Matterson maps. But this is Trinavant land.
Oh! Would that be Clare Trinavant?
Yeah, thats right. He shifted the rifle impatiently.
I said, Is she available? Id like to see her.
Shes around, but you wont see her not unless she wants to see you. He laughed abruptly. I wouldnt stick around waiting for her; you might take root.
I jerked my head down the valley. Ill be camped in that clearing. You push off, sonny, and tell Miss Trinavant that I know where the bodies are buried. I dont know why I said it but it seemed a good thing to say at the time.
His head came up. Huh?
Run away and tell Miss Trinavant just that, I said. Youre just an errand boy, you know. I stooped, picked up the pack, and turned away, leaving him standing there with his mouth open. By the time I reached the clearing and looked back he had gone.
The fire was going and the coffee was bubbling when I heard voices from up the valley. My friend, the young gunman, came into sight but hed left his artillery home this time. Behind him came a woman, trimly dressed in jeans, an open-necked shirt and a mackinaw. Some women can wear jeans but not many; Ogden Nash once observed that before a woman wears pants she should see herself walking away. Miss Trinavant definitely had the kind of figure that would look well in anything, even an old burlap sack.
And she looked beautiful even when she was as mad as a hornet. She came striding over to me in a determined sort of way, and demanded, What is all this? Who are you?
My names Boyd, I said. Im a geologist working on contract for the Matterson Corporation. Im
She held up her hand and looked at me with frosty eyes. Id never seen green frost before. Thats enough. This is as far up valley as you go, Mr Boyd. See to it, Jimmy.
Thats what I told him, Miss Trinavant, but he didnt want to believe me.
I turned my head and looked at him. Stay out of this, Jimmy boy: Miss Trinavant is on Matterson land by invitation youre not, so buzz off. And dont point a gun at me again or Ill wrap it round your neck.
Miss Trinavant, thats a lie, he yelled. I never
I whirled and hit him. Its a neat trick if you can get in the right position you straighten your arm out stiff and pivot from the hips your hand picks up a hell of a velocity by the time it makes contact. The back of my hand caught him under the jaw and damn near lifted him a foot off the ground. He landed flat on his back, flopped around a couple of times like a newly landed trout, and then lay still.
Miss Trinavant was looking at me open-mouthed I could see her lovely tonsils quite plainly. I rubbed the back of my hand and said mildly, I dont like liars.
He wasnt lying, she said passionately. He had no gun.
I know when Im being looked at by a 30.30, I said, and stabbed my finger at the prostrate figure in the pine needles. That character has been snooping after me for the last three days: I dont like that, either. He just got what was coming to him.
By the way she bared her teeth she was getting set to bite me. You didnt give him a chance, you big barbarian.
I let that one go. Ive been in too many brawls to be witless enough to give the other guy a chance I leave that to the sporting fighters who earn a living by having their brains beaten out.
She knelt down, and said, Jimmy, Jimmy, are you all right? Then she looked up. You must have broken his jaw.
No, I said. I didnt hit him hard enough. Hell just be sore in body and spirit for the next few days. I took a pannikin and filled it with water from the stream and dumped it on Jimmys face. He stirred and groaned. Hell be fit to walk in a few minutes. Youd better get him back to wherever you have your camp. And you can tell him that if he comes after me with a gun again Ill kill him.
She breathed hard but said nothing, concentrating on arousing Jimmy. Presently he was conscious enough to stand up on groggy feet and he looked at me with undisguised hatred. I said, When youve got him bedded down Ill be glad to see you again, Miss Trinavant. Ill still be camped here.
She turned a startled face towards me. What makes you think I ever want to see you again? she flared.
Because I know where the bodies are buried, I said pleasantly. And dont be afraid; Ive never been known to hit a woman yet.
I would have sworn she used some words Id heard only in logging camps, but I couldnt be certain because she muttered them under her breath. Then she turned to give Jimmy a hand and I watched them go past the marker and out of sight. The coffee was pretty nigh ruined by this time so I tossed it out and set about making more, and a glance at the sun decided me to think about bedding down for the night.
It was dusk when I saw her coming back, a glimmering figure among the trees. I had made myself comfortable and was sitting with my back to a tree tending the fat duck which was roasting on a spit before the fire. She came up and stood over me. What do you really want? she asked abruptly.
I looked up. You hungry? She stirred impatiently, so I said, Roast duck, fresh bread, wild celery, hot coffee how does that sound?
She dropped down to my level. I told Jimmy to watch out for you, she said. I knew you were coming. But I didnt tell him to go on Matterson land and I didnt say anything about a gun.
Perhaps you should have, I observed. Perhaps you should have said, No gun.
I know Jimmys a bit wild, she said. But thats no excuse for what you did.
I took a flat cake of bread out of the clay oven and slapped it on a platter. Have you ever looked down the muzzle of a gun? I asked. Its a mighty unsettling sensation, and I tend to get violent when Im nervous. I handed her the platter. What about some duck?
Her nostrils quivered as the fragrance rose from the spitted bird and she laughed. Youve sold me. It smells so good.
I began to carve the duck. Jimmys not much hurt except in what he considers to be his pride. If he goes around pointing guns at people, one of these days theres going to be a bang and hell hang as high as Haman. Maybe Ive saved his life. Who is he?
I began to carve the duck. Jimmys not much hurt except in what he considers to be his pride. If he goes around pointing guns at people, one of these days theres going to be a bang and hell hang as high as Haman. Maybe Ive saved his life. Who is he?
One of my men.
So you knew I was coming, I said thoughtfully. News gets around these parts fast, considering its so underpopulated.
She selected a slice of breast from her platter and popped it into her mouth. Anything that concerns me I get to know about. Say, this is good!
Im not such a good cook, I said. Its the open air that does it. How do I concern you?
You work for Matterson; you were on my land. That concerns me.
I said, When I contracted to do this job Howard Matterson had a bit of an argument with a man called Donner. Matterson said hed straighten out the matter with someone called Clare presumably you. Did he?
I havent seen Howard Matterson in a month and I dont care if I never see him again.
You cant blame me for not knowing the score, I said. I thought the job was above board. Matterson has a strange way of running his business.
She picked up a drumstick and gnawed on it delicately. Not strange just crooked. Of course, it all depends on which Matterson youre talking about. Bull Matterson is the crooked one; Howard is just plain sloppy.
You mean he forgot to talk to you about it? I said unbelievingly.
Something like that. She pointed the drumstick at me. Whats all this about bodies?
I grinned. Oh, I just wanted to talk to you. I knew that would bring you running.
She stared at me. Why should it?
It did didnt it? I pointed out. Its a variation of the old story of the practical joker who sent a cable to a dozen of his friends: FLY ALL IS DISCOVERED. Nine of them hastily left town. Everyone has a skeleton in some cupboard of their lives.
You were just pining for company, she said sardonically.
Would I pass up the chance of dining with a beautiful woman in the backwoods?
I dont believe you, she said flatly. You can cut out the flattery. For all you knew I might have been an old hag of ninety, unless, of course, youd been asking questions around beforehand. Which you obviously have. What are you up to, Boyd?
Okay, I said. Hows this for a starter? Did you ever get around to investigating that Trinavant-Matterson partnership agreement, together with the deal Matterson made with the trustees of the estate? It seems to me that particular business transaction could bear looking into. Why doesnt someone do something about it?
She stared at me wide-eyed. Wow! If youve been asking questions like that around Fort Farrell youre going to be in trouble as soon as old Bull finds out.
Yes, I said. I understand hed rather forget the Trinavants ever existed. But dont worry; he wont get to hear of it. My source of information is strictly private.
I wasnt worrying, she said coldly. But perhaps you think you can handle the Mattersons the same way you handled Jimmy. I wouldnt bank on it.
I didnt think you cared and I was right, I said with a grin. But why doesnt someone investigate that smelly deal? You, for instance.
Why should I? she said offhandedly. It has nothing to do with me how much Bull Matterson gyps the trustees. Tangling with the Mattersons wouldnt put money in my pocket.
You mean you dont care that John Trinavants intentions have been warped and twisted to put money in Mattersons pocket? I asked softly.
I thought she was going to throw the platter at me. Her face whitened and pink spots appeared in her cheeks. Damn you! she said hotly. Slowly she simmered down. I did try once, she admitted. And I got nowhere. Donner has the books of the Matterson Corporation in such a goddam tangle it would take a team of high-priced lawyers ten years to unsnarl everything. Even I couldnt afford that and my attorney advised me not to try. Why are you so interested anyway?
I watched her sop up gravy with a piece of bread; I like a girl with a healthy appetite. I dont know that I am interested. Its just another point to wonder about. Like why does Matterson want to bury the Trinavants permanently?
You stick your neck out, youll get it chopped off, she warned. Matterson doesnt like questions like that. She put down her platter, stood up and went down to the stream to wash her hands. When she came back she was wiping them on a man-sized handkerchief.
I poured her a cup of coffee. Im not asking Matterson Im asking a Trinavant. Isnt it something a Trinavant wonders about from time to time?
Sure! And like everyone else we get no answers. She looked at me closely. What are you after, Boyd? And who the hell are you?
Just a beat-up freelance geologist. Doesnt Matterson ever worry you?
She sipped the hot coffee. Not much. I spend very little time here. I come back for a few months every year to annoy him, thats all.
And you still dont know what he has against the Trinavants?
No.
I looked into the fire and said pensively, Someone was saying that he wished youd get married. The implication was that thered be no one around with the name of Trinavant any more.
She flared hotly. Has Howard been ? Then she stopped and bit her lip.
Has Howard been what?
She rose to her feet and dusted herself down. I dont think I like you, Mr Boyd. You ask too many questions, and I get no answers. I dont know who you are or what you want. If you want to tangle with Matterson thats your affair; my disinterested advice would be Dont! because hell chop you up into little pieces. Still, why should I care? But let me tell you one thing dont interfere with me.
What would you do to me that Matterson wouldnt?
The name of Trinavant isnt quite forgotten, she said. I have some good friends.
Theyd better be better than Jimmy, I said caustically. Then I wondered why I was fighting with her; it didnt make sense. I scrambled to my feet. Look, I have no fight with you and Ive no cause to interfere in your life, either. Im a pretty harmless guy except when someone pokes a gun in my direction. Ill just go back and report to Howard Matterson that you wouldnt let me on your land. Theres no grief in it for me.
You do that, she said. There was puzzlement in her voice as she added, Youre a funny one, Boyd. You come here as a stranger and you dig up a ten-year-old mystery everyone has forgotten. Where did you get it from?
I dont think my informant would care to be named.
I bet he wouldnt, she said with contempt. I thought everyone in Fort Farrell had developed a conveniently bad memory as well as a yellow streak.
Maybe you have friends in Fort Farrell, too, I said softly.
She zipped up her mackinaw against the chill of the night air. Im not going to stick around here bandying mysteries with you, Boyd, she said. Just remember one thing. Dont come on my land ever.