âDonât tell me youâre afraid of critters.â
âNot afraid. I just donât like them.â The boy picked up his boot with only his thumb and forefinger as though he feared it might bite him.
The kid was a contradiction: determined one minute, practically a sissy the next. He had to be younger than he claimedâ¦
Matt snatched the boot from Samâs grip and gave it a good thumping. He handed it to the kid before picking up the other one and giving it the same treatment. âGrab us both a cup of coffee from the wagon while I get our horses.â
He didnât wait to see if Sam followed, but headed to the remuda, where he selected two good night horses. He began to saddle them up, thinking about his conversation with Sam earlier. There was just something about the kid that made Matt talk, that made him yearn for the friendships heâd had before the war. Friendships the war had stolen from him.
Just as Matt finished getting the horses ready, Sam approached and extended the tin cup toward him. He gulped the coffee down. âThanks.â
âHow long do we have to watch them?â
âA shift is two hours. Youâll know our shift is up when the Big Dipper moves southwest of the North Star.â
The kid looked up at the big expanse of sky. âIs that how cowboys tell time?â
âYep, most of us donât own watches. The Big Dipperâs progress around the North Star keeps track of time for us.â He decided the more he explained now, the sooner Jake would let him cut Sam loose. He mounted his horse and watched as the boy did the same.
âSo what do we do?â Sam asked as they nudged their horses toward the herd.
âWe bed them down in three sections. Weâll be responsible for watching the northern group. Just walk around the perimeter. Sing a Texas lullaby if they start to get restless.â
âYou mean sing a song about Texas?â Sam asked.
Matt kept forgetting that the kidâs experience was limited to one milk cow. âA Texas lullaby is when cowboys hum a soothing tune without words.â
âI like songs with words. I used to sing to Old Bess,â Sam said wistfully.
âWho was Old Bess?â
âOur milk cow.â
A cow was a cow. The kid definitely cared too much, and that could sure lead to heartache.
As they neared the herd, Matt veered toward the north and Sam followed.
âYou mentioned that you havenât ever been away from home. Youâre likely to get homesick then,â Matt said in a low, even voice. The last thing he wanted to do was start a stampede on Samâs first watch.
âWe wonât be gone that long,â Sam said.
Matt shook his head, even though he thought it unlikely that the kid could see the gesture in the faint moonlight. âItâs distance more than time that makes you lonesome for home. The farther you travel, the less likely it seems that youâll return home. And even when you finallyâ¦â his voice trailed off.
âWhat?â Sam asked.
He couldnât explain to the kid that when he got home, he didnât feel as though heâd truly returned. âI donât know why it is that when youâre around, my tongue starts frolicking. I donât usually talk this much.â
âWe might end up being friends after all,â Sam said, and Matt would have sworn he heard a wistful note in Samâs voice.
âItâll be better if we donât.â
âWhy?â Sam asked.
âBecause Iâve been charged with being your teacher, not your friend.â
âNever did like school much,â Sam retorted in a petulant voice.
Matt didnât know any boy who enjoyed sitting in the schoolroom. As a matter of fact, many of the men in theoutfit couldnât read or write. Fortunately, he wasnât one of them. Heâd finished his schooling at fourteen. His father had insisted he finish before heâd