troubles.
Virginia moved over to the stove and lighted the fire under the coffeepot. She said to him, âAre you hungry, Dave?â
He shook his head. âNot very.â And Iâve got to worry about Ginny on top of all of it. And then he thought: or, are you feeling sorry for yourself?
âAre you?â Her head nodded to the man on the cot.
âI donât think Iâd hold it.â
Boland asked him now, âWhen were you shot, Red?â
âYesterday, in Clovis. Somebody musta recognized me and told the marshal. He hit me by surprise.â
âRight after you killed this man?â
âHell, that was months ago in Dodge. We been hiding since. Went into Clovis yesterday for grub and somebody seen us.â He was breathing easier and went on, âWe lost them last night. Damn marshal hit me by surpriseââ
Boland said, âI suppose you were drunk in Dodge.â
Red grinned sheepishly. âFact is, I donât even remember shootinâ the man.â
âBut Jeffy told you you did.â
âYeah, Jeffy said I was actinâ mean andââ
âAnd lost your nerve and shot him when you didnât have to.â
Red looked surprised. âYeah. Thatâs just what he said.â
Boland waited, watching the man think it over. Then, âYou starting to get any notions in your head?â It occurred to him then for the first time. He had been thinking Red was a damn fool hiding all that time because of Jeffyâunless his face was plastered all over the country. Otherwise, how would anyone in Clovis have known him? Then it hit him: a reward!
Virginia moved past him holding the coffeepot and a porcelain cup. She handed the cup to Red. âTry some coffee. Maybe youâll feel better.â
âI donât think Iâd hold it.â
âWell, try, anyway.â
He held the cup over his lap in his left hand and she leaned closer to pour the coffee. Suddenly she moved the pot to the side and emptied the scalding coffee on Redâs gun hand.
His hand went up as he screamed and the gun flew over the foot of the cot, and in the instant she pushed the palm of her hand over his mouth forcing his head against the wall and muffling his scream.
Boland came up with the gun. He did it without thinking; and now, as he leveled it in Redâs face he looked at Virginia with disbelief in his wide-open eyes. They followed her as she moved across the room, replaced the coffeepot on the stove and returned to stand awkwardly near the cot. She bit her lower lip nervously, watching the man.
The violent motion had ripped open his wound and now it was bleeding again. He hugged his arm to his side, groaning, with his scalded hand held limply in front of him.
Virginiaâs head lowered closer to his and she said, âIâm sorry,â embarrassedly.
For another moment Boland continued to stare at her, but now with curiosity in place of surprise, as if he wasnât quite sure he knew this woman he had married.
He handed her the pistol. âWant me to cock it?â
âI can do that.â
âIf he budges, shoot him quick.â
He moved toward the door and hesitated momentarily before turning back to Virginia. He kissed her mouth softly and looking into her face as he drew away, her features seemed not so sharp and pointed. And there was more color to her skin. He moved to the door anxiously, but glanced at her again before going out.
The rain had worn itself to a cold drizzle and there was no moon to make shadows in the blackness. He moved around the house slowly, cautiously, and hugged the adobe as he passed the garden. His pistol was in the saddlebag hanging in the barn-shed and now he thought: why in hell didnât I bring it in!No, then Jeffy would have it now. But he wouldnât know it was in the saddlebag. Iâve to get the gunâand then Jeffy. But where is he?
He reached the back of the house and crouched