Free Blood Money and Other Stories (1953) by Elmore Leonard Page B

window, and put the glasses to his face, edging them along the men far below in front of the company buildings.
    Rich Miller said to him, "What do you see down there?"
    "Same thing you do, only bigger."
    "I think," Sonny Navarez said to Deke, "that you are right in what you have said, that they will try hard to kill us but this boy is not one of us. I think if he would surrender, they would not kill him.
    Prison, perhaps, but prison is better than dying."
    "You worry about yourself," Rich Miller said.
    "The time to be brave," the Mexican said, "is when they are handing out medals."
    "You heard him," Deke said. "Worry about your own hide. The more people we got, the longer we last. There's nothing that says if you're going to get killed, you got to hurry it up."
    Rich Miller watched Eugene move back to the table along the rear wall and pick up the whiskey bottle that was there. The boy passed his tongue over dry lips, watching Eugene drink. It would be good to have a drink, he thought. No, it wouldn't.
    It would be bad. You drank too much and that's why you're here. That's why you're going to get shot or hung.
    But he could not sincerely believe what Deke had said. That one way of the other, this was the end.
    Down the slope the posse was very far away dots of men that seemed too small to be a threat. He did not feel sorry about joining the holdup, because he did not let himself think about it. He did feel something resembling sorry for the man in the bank. But he shouldn't have reached for the gun. I wonder if I would have, he thought.
    It wasn't so bad up here in the 'dobe. Plenty of water and grub. Maybe we'll have some fun. Look at that crazy Mexican, talking about hunting mountain sheep.
    If you were in jail you could say, all right, you made a mistake; but how do you know if you've made a mistake when you're still alive and got two thousand dollars in your pants? My God, a man can do just about anything with two thousand dollars!
    Freehouser sat in the shade, not saying anything.
    McKelway came to him, biting on his pipe idly, and after a while pointed to the mine shaft scaffolding and said how a man with a good rifle might be able to draw a bead and throw something in that open doorway if he was sitting way up there on top.
    Freehouser studied the ore tailings, furrowed and steep, that extended out from the slope on both sides of the hut. If a man was going up to that 'dobe, he'd have to go straight up, right into their guns. Maybe McKelway had something. Soften them up a bit.
    Standing by the windows, watching the possemen not moving, became tiresome. So one by one they would go back to the table and take a drink. Rich Miller took his turn and it tasted good. But he did not drink much.
    Still, the time dragged on until Eugene thought of something. He went to his gear and drew a deck of cards.
    Sonny Navarez said, "I have not played often."
    "Stand by the window awhile," Deke told him.
    "Then somebody'll spell you. You got enough cash to learn with."
    Eugene shook his head, thinking of his brother, who had taken twice as much as the others because the holdup had been his idea. "Damn Ford had four thousand in his bags. . . ."
    They started playing, using matches for chips, each one worth a dollar. Rich Miller said the stakes were big . . . he'd never played higher than nickeldime before; but he began winning right off and he changed his tune. Most of the time they played fivecard stud. Deke said it separated the men from the boys and he looked at Rich Miller when he said it. Deke played with a dumb face, but would smile after the last card was dealt as if the last card always twinned the one he had in the hole. And he lost every hand. Eugene and Rich Miller took turns winning the pots, and after a while Deke stopped smiling.
    "We're raising the stakes," he said finally. "Each stick's worth ten dollars." Deke's cut was down to a few hundred dollars.
    Eugene took a drink and wiped his mouth and grinned. "Ain't you losing it