pardon?â
Edith said, âAllen, donât.â
âItâs time it came out, Mother,â Allen responded. âSo tell us, Father. Are you leaving a sizable amount to your precious friend?â
Now Theodore did rise, and he was shaking with barely contained fury. âI will thank you not to talk about him that way. He has been of more worth to me than you could ever hope to be.â
Allen stood, too. âOf course he has. But then, Iâm only your son.â
Angeline finally broke her silence. âLet it drop. You do none of us any favors.â
To Fargoâs surprise, Allen glanced at him.
âDo you hear this? Perish forbid we should air our dark family secrets in public. But you see how it is, donât you? How a son can rate so low in his own fatherâs affections?â
Theodore balled his bony fists. âThat has nothing to do with Cosmo and everything to do with you and your attitude. You are insolent. You are lazy. You talk about squandering? Any money I leave you, youâll waste on the nightlife you love so much.â
âCulture is costly, Father. But very well. As usual, everyone is against me. If youâll excuse me, itâs been a trying day and I think Iâll retire.â Allen wheeled and strode to his tent. At the flap he looked back. âA last thought, Father. It could be Iâm more loyal than any of them. Did you ever think of that?
Iâve kept your secret all these years, havenât I?â The flap closed behind him.
âI never,â Edith said.
Theodore sadly bowed his head. âIâve given him everything and this is how he repays me.â
âPay him no mind, Father,â Angeline said. âHe delights in upsetting people. Itâs in his nature.â
Cosmo cleared his throat. âMight I suggest we forget his ill manners and enjoy our meal?â
Fargo had had enough. He refilled his tin and walked off. The camp was quiet save for low voices and an occasional laugh. Overhead, myriad stars gleamed. He bent his head back and was admiring them when someone spoke almost at his feet.
âBe careful or you will step on us.â
Teit and Chelahit were huddled next to each other, nearly invisible in the dark.
It occurred to Fargo that he hadnât laid eyes on them since the sun went down. âWhat are you two doing over here by yourselves?â
âIt is best.â
Fargo squatted. âBest how?â He went to take a sip of coffee and her grandfather sniffed.
Teit nodded toward the campfires. âThey do not want our company. McKern is nice to us. And the horse man, Rohan. But the rest look at us with suspicious eyes.â
âThereâs no shortage of stupid in this world.â Fargo held his cup closer to them and her grandfather sniffed again. âHave you two had a bite to eat or anything to drink?â
âI did not want to impose.â
âHell.â Fargo rose and walked to the cook fire. He filled two bowls, put wooden spoons in them, and carried the bowls back. âHere. And donât give me any bull about not being hungry.â
âWe have no money to pay you.â
âWho asked for any?â Fargo placed a bowl in her lap and touched the other bowl to her grandfatherâs chest. The old man went to take it but hesitated, turned his head to her, and said something in their own tongue. She answered, then looked up.
âWhy are you being so kind to us?â
âYouâre hungry. Eat.â Fargo touched the bowl to the grandfather again and this time he took it. He returned to the fire and filled two cups with coffee. As he was about to walk off, Edith Havard cleared her throat.
âAre those for that squaw and her grandfather?â
Fargo nodded.
âYou have your gall. You might ask before you share our food. We paid for the supplies, not you.â
âYouâd deny them this little bit?â
âTheyâre Indians,â