“And you are safe,” said Peggy. “Even those deputies that don't like you would never raise a hand against you or allow you to be less than safe.”
“There's no danger, then?” asked Horace Guester.
“Grave danger,” said Peggy. “But not from the deputies, and most particularly not till the trail is over, and Alvin prepares to leave. That's when we'll need more than a bodyguard to die along with Alvin. We'll need subterfuge to get him out of town in one piece.”
“Who says I'll die?” asked Fink.
Peggy smiled thinly. “Against any five men I think you two would do well.”
“So there'll be more than five?” asked Alvin.
“There may be,” said Peggy. “Nothing is clear right now. Things are in flux. The danger is real, though. The plot's in place and men have been paid. You know when money's involved, even assassins feel obliged to fulfill their contracts.”
“But for the nonce,” said Verily Cooper, “we're not to worry about our safety, or Alvin's?”
“Prudence is all that's needed,” said Peggy.
“I don't know why we're putting our trust in knackery,” said Armor-of-God. “Our Savior is guard enough for us all.”
“Our Savior will resurrect us,” said Peggy, “but I haven't noticed that Christians end up any less dead at the end of life than heathens.”
“Well, one thing's sure,” said Horace Guester. “if it wasn't for knackery Alvin wouldn't be in this blamed fix.”
“Did you like the song?” asked Alvin. “I mean, I thought Arthur sung it real good. Real well. Very well.” Each correction won a bit more of a smile from Miss Larner.
“Sang it very well,” said Peggy. “But each version of the sentence was better than the one before!”
“I got another verse,” said Alvin. “It's not really part of the song, on account of it isn't true yet, but do you want to hear it?”
“You got to sing it alone, I don't know another verse,” said Arthur Stuart.
Alvin sang:
I trusted justice not to fail. The jury did me proud. Tomorrow I will hit the trail, And sing my hiking song so loud, It's like to start a gale!
They all laughed, and allowed as how they hoped he could soon sing it for real. By the time the meeting ended, they'd decided that Armor-of-God, with Mike Fink to watch his back and keep him safe, would head for Carthage City and learn all he could about the men who were paying Daniel Webster's salary and see for sure if they were the same ones paying the river rats and other scoundrels to lie in wait to take Alvin's life. Other than that, everything was in Verily Cooper's hands. And to hear him tell it, it was up to the witnesses and the jury. Twelve good men and true.
There was a long line at the county clerk's office as Peggy came in for the first day of Alvin's trial. “Early voters,” Marty Laws explained. “Folks that worry maybe the weather will keep them from casting their ballot election day. This Tippy-Canoe campaign has folks pretty riled up.”
“Do you think they're voting for or against?”
“I'm not sure,” said Marty. “You're the one who'd know, aren't you?”.
Peggy didn't answer. Yes, she would know, if she cared to look. But she feared what she'd see.
“It's Po Doggly who knows about politics around here best. He says that if it was all up or down on the whole Red business, Tippy-Canoe wouldn't get him a vote. But he's also been playing on the western pride thing. How Tippy-Canoe is from our side of the Appalachee Mountains. Which don't make much sense to me, seeing as how Old Hickory– Andy Jackson– he's every bit as western as Harrison. I think folks worry about how Andy Jackson, being from Tennizy, he's probably too much for slavery. Folks around here don't want to vote in somebody who'll make the slavery thing any worse than it is.”
Peggy smiled thinly. “I wish they knew Mr. Harrison's real position on slavery.”
Marty cocked an eyebrow. “You know something I don't know?”
“I know that Harrison is the candidate that those who wish to expand slavery into the northern states will want to support.”
“Ain't a soul here who wants to see that happen.”
“Then they shouldn't vote for Harrison– if he becomes president, it will happen.”
Marty stared long and hard at her. “Do you know this the way most folks know their political opinions, or do you know it as… as…”
“I know it,” said Peggy. “I don't say that of mere opinions.”
Marty nodded and looked off into space. “Well damn. Wouldn't you know it.”
“You have a habit of betting on the wrong horse lately,” said Peggy.
“You can say that again,” said Marty. “I kept telling Makepeace for years that there wasn't a case against Alvin and I wasn't going to get him extradited from Wobbish. But then he showed up here, and what could I do? I had Makepeace, and he had him a witness besides himself. And you never know what juries are going to do. I think it's a bad business.”
“Then why don't you move to dismiss the charges?” asked Peggy.
Marty glowered. “I can't do, that, Miss Peggy, for the plain good reason that there is a case to be made. I hope this English lawyer Alvin's folks found for him can win him free. But I'm not going to roll over and play dead. What you got to understand, Miss Peggy, is I like most of the people in this county, and most of the time the folks I got to prosecute, they're people that I like. I don't prosecute them because I don't like them. I prosecute them because they done wrong, and the people of Hatrack County elected me to set things right. So I hope Alvin gets off, but if he does, it won't be because I failed to fulfill my responsibilities.”
“I was there on the night the plow was made. Why don't you call me as a witness?”
“Did you see it made?” asked Marty.
“No. It was already finished when I saw it.”
“Then what exactly are you a witness of?”
Peggy didn't answer.
“You want to get on that stand because you're a torch, and the people of Hatrack know you're a torch, and if you say Makepeace is lying, they'll believe you. But here's the thing I worry about, Miss Peggy. I know you and Alvin was once sweet for each other, and maybe still are. So how do I know that if you get on the stand, you won't commit some grievous sin against the God of truth in order to win the freedom of this boy?”
Peggy flushed with anger. “You know because you know my oath is as good as anyone's and better than most.”
“If you get on the stand, Miss Peggy, I will rebut you by bringing up witnesses to say you lived in Hatrack for many months in complete disguise, lying to everyone that whole time about who you were. Covered with hexes, pretending to be a middle-aged spinster schoolteacher when the whole time you were seeing the smith's prentice boy under the guise of tutoring him. I know you had your reasons for doing all those things. I know there was a reason why on the night the plow was supposedly made, the same night your motherwas killed, you and Alvin were seen running from the smithy together, only Alvin was stark naked. Do you get my drift, Miss Peggy?”
“You're advising me not to testify.”
“I'm telling you that while some folks will believe you, others will be sure you're just helping Alvin as his co-conspirator. My job is to make sure every possible doubt of your testimony is introduced.”
“So you are Alvin's enemy, and the enemy of truth.” Peggy hurled the words, meaning them to bite.
“Accuse me all you like,” said Marty, “but my job is to make the case that Alvin stole that gold. I don't think your testimony, based entirely on your unverifiable claim as a torch that Makepeace is a liar, should be allowed to stand unchallenged. If it did stand that way, then every half-baked dreamspeaker and soothsayer in the country would be able to say whatever he pleased and juries would believe them, and then what would happen to justice in America?”