Chapter 30
The Kid and Jess didn’t stand there for long. After a few moments, he roused the others from sleep and got them in their saddles. Weariness gripped everyone, but he wanted to take advantage of the opportunity to gain a little ground on the pursuers.
It had crossed his mind that the appearance of the fire was a trick. Kelly, Guzman, or whoever was in charge could have built the fire, then left it burning in an attempt to lull their quarry into thinking they had stopped for a while.
Either way, The Kid knew it was time for them to get moving again.
Once the sun was up, the tracks left by the Apache war party as it traveled southward were visible again. Time and the elements were starting to blur the hoofprints and footprints, but The Kid could still see them. It was an easy trail to backtrack.
He had the women push their mounts into a ground-eating lope. Leah had recovered enough of her senses to handle her own horse. The Kid sensed a fragility about her, as if her tenuous grip on sanity might slip again, but she was doing better. The rest just needed to keep an eye on her.
After a while they walked the horses, then urged them to a faster pace again. Throughout the long day they kept that up.
They came to the deep canyon where the Apaches had laid the trap for anyone following them, where The Kid had thrown in with Kelly and the other scalp hunters. Now The Kid called a halt and had everyone dismount.
“You can see the trail that goes down this side of the canyon and then back up the other side.” He pointed out the zigzagging ledge. “We’ll take it on foot. Jess and I will lead all the horses.”
Before they started down the trail, The Kid paused long enough to take out his telescope and scan the desert behind them. His jaw tightened as he spotted the haze of dust hanging in the air several miles back.
Even though the reaction was a slight one, Jess spotted it. “What is it, Kid? Do you see them?”
“Not them, but the dust their horses are kicking up.”
“Then we don’t have any time to waste, do we?” Jess took Leah’s reins in addition to her own. “Let’s go.”
She went first, then the other three women. The Kid brought up the rear, leading the dun and the other two horses.
When they reached the bottom of the canyon, Leah said, “It’s so cool and shady down here. I wish we could just stay here.”
“So do I, honey,” Violet told her, “but we have to keep moving.”
Leah pouted a little, but didn’t give them any trouble. They followed the trail up to the north rim of the canyon, climbing back into the heat.
This great gash in the earth is an encouraging landmark
, The Kid thought. They weren’t that far from the border. They might even be able to reach it by nightfall.
But while they were descending into the canyon, then climbing out of it, the pursuers had been covering more ground. The dust was closer, The Kid saw when he looked back. It was an actual cloud, not just a haze in the air.
Kelly and the others had to cross the canyon, too, and while they were doing that, The Kid and the women would make up some of the ground they had lost. But the horses were awfully tired, and their water was starting to run low even though he had rationed it carefully. There was another waterhole between there and the border. The Kid was counting on it to give them the boost of strength they would need to make the final run. They mounted the horses and headed in that direction.
The waterhole was even smaller and more brackish than the other one, but when they got there, the horses sucked up what water they could, drinking the hole practically dry.
“They need it more than we do,” The Kid said, his voice raspy because his throat, tongue, and lips were so dry. “There’s a good well in Sago, and we’ll be there before too much longer.”
While the other women were resting, Jess came over to him and said quietly, “That dust cloud’s closer than ever, Kid. Those bastards must be running their horses into the ground.”
“Or they brought along extra mounts and have been switching back and forth. I’ve been worried about that all along.”
Jess grimaced. “I didn’t even think about that. That’s how they’ve been able to catch up.”
“We should have done that, too. I just wasn’t sure we could handle extra horses in addition to the ones we’ve been riding.”
“You mean you weren’t sure
we
could handle them. And you’re right, we probably couldn’t have. They would have gotten away from us.”
“Nothing’s perfect,” The Kid said with a shadow of a smile.
“That’s the truth.”
He let the others rest for another minute or two, then said, “All right, everybody mount up again. We have to move fast now.”
“It’s hot,” Leah said. “Can’t we find someplace shady and wait until it cools off?”
“I wish we could,” The Kid told her, “but we don’t have any choice.”
“Come on, Leah,” Elsie said. “We can do a little more.”
Once they were all moving, The Kid brought up the rear, pushing them along as fast as he dared. He looked at the sun, quartering down toward the horizon. They were still following the Apaches’ trail, but he could tell that the tracks were angling toward the northwest.
The war party had circled around the settlement of Sago, he recalled. That had added some distance to their trek, distance that The Kid and his companions couldn’t afford. Not only that, but if they crossed into New Mexico Territory away from the town, Guzman might be angry enough to disregard the border and come after them.
The Kid didn’t think Guzman would bring his Rurales all the way into Sago. Such an invasion of U.S. soil could cause a lot of problems between the States and Mexico and draw too much attention to Guzman’s activities. His bosses in Mexico City were willing to let him do what he wanted, but they might not be so inclined if he caused a war, or even the threat of a war.
Those thoughts flashed through The Kid’s mind as he pushed the dun past the other horses.
“Follow me,” he said as he turned away from the Apaches’ trail, heading what he hoped was due north. That would take them to Sago by the fastest possible route.
He was guiding them by dead reckoning, and if he reckoned wrong ... The thought brought a grim smile to his mouth for a second.
Time was of the essence. Minutes passed. The sun dropped lower in the sky. There was not a bit of air moving, as if the world held its breath, but not even that could stop time.
Then Jess cried, “Kid!”
He reined in and looked back. The dust cloud was considerably closer, close enough that he could make out the riders at the base of it.
This is it,
The Kid thought. They had to make a run for it and hope the horses had enough strength and stamina left to get them where they were going.
“All right,” he told the women. “Gallop straight ahead. Don’t look back. Just keep going no matter what you hear. Don’t stop until you’re in the town—the
north
side of the town, past the public well in the middle of the street. That’s the border.”
“What are you going to do, Kid?” Jess asked.
“I’ll be right behind you, don’t worry.”
“I don’t believe you. You’re going to try to slow them down, aren’t you?”
“I have the best horse.”
“I’m staying with you.”
He controlled the flare of anger that went through him. “We’re wasting time arguing. Jess, you lead the way. Take these women back to where they’ll be safe.”
“Kid ...”
“Otherwise it’s all for nothing,” he said quietly.
She gave him a look that was half-angry, half-stricken, then sighed in resignation and nodded. “Come on,” she said to the other women. “We have to make these horses
run!”
Jess set off at a gallop with the other three women trailing close behind her. The Kid sat there on the dun, looking back and forth between the women and the dust cloud raised by the pursuers, for a minute or so before he swung down from the saddle.
His Sharps was still in its sheath, strapped to the saddle under the right stirrup. He pulled it out and reached into the saddlebags for ammunition. Frank had told him that rifles like that were favorites of the old-time buffalo hunters because of their range and power.
He needed some of that range and power now, The Kid thought.
He loaded the Sharps and moved around the dun so he could rest the barrel across the saddle. The Kid had practiced in the past, so the horse knew what was going on and stood still. Resting his cheek against the stock, The Kid aimed at the dark mass of riders about half a mile away. He angled the barrel upward slightly to make the bullet carry better.
Then he held his breath and squeezed the trigger.
The boom of the Sharps rolled across the desert. The rifle’s heavy kick made The Kid take a step back even though he had braced himself. He caught his balance and peered toward the onrushing horsemen. They kept coming ...
Suddenly, there was a disturbance among the riders. The Kid was too far away to make out any details, but it seemed the men had paused and started to mill around.
He opened the Sharps, slapped another cartridge in the breech, aimed, and fired.
He didn’t wait to see the results. He reloaded right away and fired a third time. The unbroken line of pursuers definitely had stopped and become more jagged as men tried to control nervously dancing horses, while at the same time glancing at the sky and wondering if the next slug to fall from the heavens would have their name on it.
The Kid didn’t expect to stop Guzman, Kelly, and the others. But by the time the riders started charging toward him again, he had fired three more rounds and inflicted some damage on them—he hoped.
More important, he had slowed them down for several minutes, giving Jess and the other women time to get closer to the border.
The Kid shoved the buffalo gun back in its sheath and pulled the Winchester. The repeater didn’t have the range of the Sharps, but if he waited a minute, the pursuers would be in range.
“Won’t be long now, fella,” he said softly to the dun. “Just a minute or two, and you’ll be able to run again. Run for all you’re worth.”
He took several deep breaths. The sun was about to touch the mountains to the west. Its glare, redder than ever because it was low in the sky, washed over the landscape. Maybe this was what hell looked like, The Kid thought. He was sure he would find out someday.
The Winchester cracked as he levered off shot after shot until the fifteen-round magazine was empty.
As he lowered the rifle, he saw a little plume of dust and dirt erupt from the ground off to his left. He saw a rock jump in the air to his right. Bullets were hitting around him. The pursuers had started returning his fire.
“Time to go,” he told the dun. He jammed the Winchester back in the boot and swung up into the saddle. As he leaned forward, he heeled the horse into a run.
The dun stretched his legs and flashed across the ground. The sombrero flew off The Kid’s head and sailed away. He let it go without worrying about it. The need for deception was long since past. All that mattered now was speed.
The sun started to sink behind the peaks. Long shadows stretched across the desert.
And in one of those shadows ... the twinkle of lights.
Sago.
Had to be, because that was the only settlement in those parts. The Kid sent the dun in that direction, hoping that Jess and the other women had found the town. He didn’t see any sign of them ahead of him. Maybe they were already safely there.
He turned his head to look over his shoulder. The dun was running gallantly, but The Kid thought the pursuers were closer. They were cutting the gap because their horses were fresher, even if only by a little.
The settlement was half a mile away. But the Rurales and the scalp hunters were only a quarter mile behind him, The Kid estimated. It would be close, very close.
Even if Guzman and his men stopped short of the border, those same restraints didn’t mean anything to Kelly, Chess, Valdez, and Mateo. They might chase The Kid all the way into Sago. They might even try to find the women and take them prisoner again. There was no real law in this border settlement to stop them.
The Kid was the only one who could stop them, and he’d probably have to kill them to do it.
On they pounded in the deadly race. The sun was completely behind the mountains, and dusk began to settle quickly over the landscape. More lights appeared in Sago.
When The Kid looked back again, the riders were only a couple hundred yards behind him. Muzzle flashes twinkled like fireflies in the twilight as they threw lead at him.
The Kid was close enough to the town to be able to make out the buildings. He could even see the well with its water tank and trough in the middle of the street. People were gathered on the other side of it, and from the size of the crowd, he knew that Jess and the other women had reached the settlement and told everyone what was going on. Relief flooded through him at that realization.