York State Assembly Minority Leader Theodore Roosevelt.
Make that former Minority Leader, Huidekoper reminded himself. And if he stings badly enough from the licking he took, he may just be in a mood to be our savior.
Rooseveltâs quick piping voice made a new disharmony. He was greeting Eaton and Gregor Lang and others he already knew from the time of his previous Western trip; he was being introduced to the ones he didnât know; amid the murmurs and polite rumblings his magpie bursts were as discordant as an out-of-tune fiddle.
As Huidekoper moved toward the drinks table with studied nonchalanceâwaiting his momentâhe heard Joe Ferris tease Johnny Goodall:
âWe came on Redhead Finnegan on the road. Pulling down one of your fences.â
âThen weâll just have to string it up again,â Johnny said with his usual equanimity.
Joe Ferris, unsmiling, was having his dour fun with De Morèsâs man: âRedhead said a few unfriendly words about the Marquis.â
âI donât expect the Marquis is fixinâ to lose a heap of sleep over that,â said Johnny Goodall. From this distance Huidekoper couldnât tell if he was amused or irritated; Johnnyâs Texas twang seldom gave away his feelings.
âBeing none of my concern,â Joe Ferris told him, âbut you might give a mind to Redhead and his mates. Theyâre armed and they take their pleasures in making trouble. Trouble for the Marquisâtrouble for you one day.â
âThey do and I reckon they will end in a shallow grave,â Johnny Goodall replied without heat. He glanced at Huidekoper and gave him the benediction of his brief polite nod. Johnny Goodall stood a head taller than most others in the room. He had a big manâs slow way about him. He was smiling courteously and he had a good-humored manner; but Huidekoper had caught the brief pale dancing flash of danger in his eyes.
Coming to the beer keg Johnny moved with the slow wary caution of a dog amid an unfriendly pack. Forâdespite the fact that he was generally liked and respectedâJohnny Goodall was range foreman for the Marquis De Morès, and his presence put tension in the house. Men spoke guardedly so long as he was present.
Theodore Roosevelt had penetrated deeper into the room and Huidekoper thought, It is better to get this over with. He poured his cheer straight and turned toward the young New Yorker. âSorry to hear about your ladies. A terrible misfortune.â He drank his tot and felt the burn when it went down.
Roosevelt, turning to speak to someone else, stopped in midswing and blinked. Then he continued to pivot away, purporting not to have heard Huidekoperâs solicitous remark: he gave Huidekoper his back.
It was a blunt rebuff; Huidekoper thought, Why, I am a fool. He should have intuited that the young man might prefer not to discuss his personal tragedies.
So it would be necessary to come to him from another side; for it was important to get the New Yorkerâs ear tonight, while he still had the fresh clean viewpoint of an outsiderâbefore the damn fool dreamers could blind Roosevelt to the alarming truth.
Joe Ferris leaned over the table and had his look at the beer keg and the bottles. He seemed a bit lost; he nodded a greeting to Huidekoper and said, âFeel like Iâm getting narrow at the equator. Anything to eat around here?â
âBacon and beans in the kitchen.â
âI might have known,â Joe Ferris said. âAlways a pot on the stove at Custer Trail.â
âIf you can hold your horses, Iâm sure Mrs. Eaton will be serving up supper in just a bit.â
âThen may be just one drink first.â Joe poured, tasted and considered.
Huidekoper offered, âGenuine forty-rod coffin varnish.â
âTwo weeks old if itâs a day,â Joe Ferris agreed.
Huidekoper said, âAround here thatâs aged whiskey, my