ranchers in the area might be needing a good hand.â
âI can stay on a horse if it doesnât move too fast, but no more than that. What Iâm good at is talking to people, making arrangements. I can do sums fairly well. I can read acceptably.â
Shorty shook his head. âIn this part of the country, those are slender talents. I fear all youâll be good for is slop work, washing dishes or cleaning privies and such.â
McLendon sighed. âI suppose thatâs the fate I deserve.â He gulped the last of his coffee and pushed back from the table. âThanks for breakfast. Now I need to commence knocking on doors and find some sort of employment. If I donât find any right away, I suppose Iâll be reduced to selling my belongings.â
âWhat you got?â Shorty asked. âWeâve had steady business and I might be willing to buy.â
âThereâs a fine suit, custom-tailored in St. Louis.â
âI doubt it would fit. Besides, I have little occasion to wear a fine suit. What else?â
âA good Navy Colt, only used once. And a book that Iâll never sell, for sentimental reasons.â
Ike said, âItâs gotten too hard to get ammunition for Navy Colts. And even if you wanted to part with the book, youâd find little interest. Notmany people in Texas bother with books. That is, if they can even read at all.â
âWell, then, I guess Iâll find employment here or sleep hungry and on the ground tonight.â
Isaac and Shorty exchanged glances.
âFort Griffin doesnât abound with jobs,â the taller brother said. âIf youâre of a mind, you could come with us to Kansas. Dodge Cityâs a new town and a rough sort of place, but there are jobs of all sorts available. At the very least we could help you catch on with some of the hide men, to work in their camps. When you recover from financial embarrassment, you can go on to California. The train comes through Dodge City, you see.â
Anything seemed better to McLendon than being stuck in Fort Griffin, and he thought that Dodge City didnât sound like the kind of place where Killer Boots would come looking for him. âI couldnât pay you for the transportation,â he said.
Shorty waved his hand dismissively. âDonât fret about it. Weâll be glad of the company, and it wonât be the most comfortable journey. We sleep in the wagon beds at night, and beans and biscuits make up the entire menu. Say, I hope you donât mind dogs. Isaacâs got this big-ass Newfoundland named Maurice that he treats better than me.â
âBecause Maurice has got better manners,â Isaac said.
âAt least I go into the bushes when I feel the need to shit. Anyway, McLendon, you can help with the horses and otherwise make yourself useful. Trip takes about ten days, less we run into Indians and have to scurry to save our hair. Will you join us?â
âIâd be proud to,â McLendon said. âAnd Iâm grateful for the chance.â
It rained most of the trip, and because of the mud and some flooding they didnât reach Dodge City for eighteen days. McLendon spent almost every day soaked to the skin, and on the one night it didnât rain and theycould sit out beside a campfire, the Newfoundland took an unnatural liking to McLendon and kept humping his leg.
âLet loose of McLendon, Maurice,â Isaac called as McLendon pried the dog off. Maurice was determined and made several more attempts before he finally retreated under a wagon, where he lay panting and eying McLendon with an unnerving expression of lust.
âI think Maurice loves you,â Shorty said.
âThe feelingâs not mutual,â McLendon said. He wanted to rub his leg but thought better of itâMaurice might take it as an invitation. âIâm not fond of dogs anyway. This one eats as much as a man and spooks the horses