them.â
âYouâre saying,â Robinson countered, âthat somebody on this expedition did it?â
âIt wasnât the fairy fucking godmother,â Grizz Bear said.
âA saboteur among us? Horseshit! That person would be killing himself!â
âUnless,â Fargo suggested, âhe had no plans to stick with the expedition.â
âMaybe,â Robinson suggested, âIndians sneaked up and did it.â
Fargo considered that. âItâs possible,â he admitted. âTheir goal is to stop this expedition.â
âDonât seem likely to me,â Grizz Bear gainsaid. âA Mojave is an impatient son of a buck when he decides to fight. He ainât one to pussyfoot around and make his enemy suffer slow. Heâll get hopped up on cactus beer and pitch right into an armed battle.â
Whatever the explanation, Fargo saw that things were going to hell fast and knew they could only get worse.
But he didnât expect it to happen so soon.
Fargo and a few of the soldiers had fanned out in circles searching for the sixth body. Fargo found it about forty feet away from the others behind a tumble of boulders.
Like all the others, the soldier had died from a crushed skull.
Fargo called the rest over, still kneeling over the corpse.
âWell, that accounts for all of them,â Robinson said. âWe can only hope the savages have cleared out by now. These killings arenât fresh, so thereâs a good chance theyâve cleared out of these mountains.â
âWrong,â Fargo said, rising to his feet again. âThis last one must have somehow held out. The blood is still tacky. He was killed in the last few hours.â
Robinson seemed to have been slapped hard. Wind shrieked in the pass, sand and grit pelting them hard. âYou Âmeanâ?â
âI mean,â Fargo said, âthat itâs more than likely weâre all surrounded right now by warpath Indians. And these six dead soldiers ought to tell you what theyâve got in mind for us.â
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The six soldiers were quickly buried under desert moonlight. Mounted, and very nervous, soldiers constantly guarded the stalled expedition.
Robinson, Fargo and Grizz Bear palavered in the shadow of the crude station.
âI say we just push on through the pass now,â Fargo said. âWe can be down on the flatland by sunup or a little after.â
âI ainât so sure sunup wouldnât be better,â Grizz Bear countered. âWeâre paring the cheese mighty close to the rind. You know theyâre out there close right now, hanh?â
âYeah. Iâve heard their lizard clicks.â
âWhatâs that?â Robinson demanded. âYou both know the savages are nearby?â
âThem ainât lizards clicking,â Grizz Bear rubbed it in, recognizing the fear in Robinsonâs voice. âThatâs how Tasenkoâs Mojaves signal each other on the warpath.â
âBesides,â Fargo said, âI saw plenty of fresh prints made by mocÂcasins. Theyâre on us, all right. And weâre sitting ducks up here.â
âI donât get it,â Robinson fumed. âThe other tribes thatâve harassed us over distances all had horses. How can these Mojaves move so fast and keep up with us?â
âWhy, hell,â Grizz Bear replied, âlook how easy we have to push our horses in this heat. The River People can easy cover sixty miles of desert in one day on foot. They travel ÂlightâÂdonât even need to carry no food. They just pound mesquite pods into meal and bake some tasty cakes from it.â
Reluctantly, but feeling obligated, Fargo looked at Robinson. âWhaâdâya say, Sarge? Itâs time to make a move.â
âI didnât want us here in the first ÂplaceâÂyou know that. I said so in front of witnesses.â
âYou ought to set up as a