before, it had taken him over twenty minutes to get the cinch off, so he doubled the end back in a slipknot. He didnât knee Suze in the belly as Mr. Kenney had recommended, but he waited, watching her breathing, and tightened the strap again, and then again.
On this last one Suze whuffed, turned her head, and looked back at him reproachfully.
Heâd made even better time than heâd thought. He reached Nuevo Santa Feâs south gate by noon, in time to stable Suze and get the cabrito tacos at Griegos.
Marisol had given him a script for the medicine and he only had to wait a half hour at the TMS pharmacy before receiving several disk-shaped inhalers, nasal sprays, and some pump-operated ârescueâ inhalers. âThese ones are tricky. Outside the territory they use pressurized ones, but theyâre metal.â The pharmacist talked about their use and gave him a ream of instructions for Ruth to read.
Next he took an order and check to Retterson & Morales, building supplies. The dojo walls were as high as they were supposed to be and the concrete roof beams had been laid in place. âOur freighter will deliver the roof tiles before the end of September,â they assured him.
He felt odd being back in the capitalâthe bustle seemed louder, more frenetic. The loiterers seemed scarier. He felt like it had changed on him, but he realized it was really he whoâd changed.
He saw people heâd known slightly, who would have greeted him a year ago. Now they glanced at him and squinted, like his face was teasing their memories without effect. He was feeling sad about this when he ran square into César Castellanos.
âKim-BULL. Where you been, man? I thought sure the Rangers dragged you off, but then they came around again last week, so I knew they didnât.â
Kimble had been about to name his new home but stopped mid-word. âPerrâtheyâve been asking for me? By name?â
âThey were asking for Kim Creighton, but someone mustâve recognized you from the new photo âcause now theyâre asking for Kimble, too.â
âThey have a new photo?â
âTheyâve got the old one, but they also have one of those aged-by-computer ones. That one looks a lot more like you.â
Kimble fought the urge to look around for Rangers. He took out the floppy cloth hat heâd been wearing while riding and put it on his head.
âSo where have you been?â
He thought he could trust César but he didnât want Rangers showing up at Ruthâs door. âBetter you should be able to say, âI donât know.â Right? I mean, why add one more thing youâd have to talk about at confession.â
César laughed. âBut youâre all right? I mean, you look good. Youâre nowhere near as skinny as you were.â
âIâm good. Iâve got a good place to live, good work, and good schooling. And Iâd rather not be dragged back to my good-for-nothinâ old man and ruin it.â
They talked about mutual friends, acquaintances, and enemies. Césarâs voice was deeper and he informed Kimble that he was walking out with Jessica Potter from his parish.
âWhatâs that on your lip?â Kimble kidded.
âThatâs my mustache.â It wasnât a very definite mustache.
âThatâs a relief,â said Kimble. âI was afraid it was a caterpillar. A very sick caterpillar.â
âWell, Jessica likes it so you can just shove it up yourââ
âGreat seeing you.â
Before talking to César heâd planned to leave the next morning but now Kimble moved through the mid-afternoon crowds to the stables, trying to exude casualness. He panicked a bit at Southgate, when he saw an entire troop of Rangers lined up through the gate, not mounted yet, but apparently headed out. Their saddle holsters all held the composite gyro rifles and they all had