Sally, standing at his side, said, “I know a head injury shouldn’t be moved, Cotton, but I thought the time saved getting him under your care and out of the cold was worth the danger of moving him.” She gave Monte a worried look. “There was no shelter on the trail and we had no way of keeping him warm in this storm.”
“You’re probably right, Sally,” Cotton said, not looking away from his patient. “At any rate, it’s hard to say which is worse, exposure to the elements or movement.”
He straightened up after tucking the blankets around Monte to keep him as warm as possible. “Now, I need to get him back to my office where he can be properly cared for.”
As he climbed up onto the seat of the wagon, he looked back down at Sally. “Perhaps you’d better swing back by Monte’s house and tell Mary what is going on,” he said. “She can come to my office and sit with him if she wishes.”
“How serious is it, Cotton?” Sally asked.
The doctor shrugged. “Well, it’s a good sign that he survived the trip on horseback. He’s obviously had some minor bleeding in his head and a severe concussion. The only question now is will he have any more and just how much damage what he’s already had has done to his mind.” As he took up the reins, he added, “He’s going to need some luck.”
After Cotton slapped the reins on his horses’ rears and moved off down the trail, Louis asked Sally, “What do we do about Smoke?”
She shook her head. “First, I need to go talk to Mary and tell her what happened.” She hesitated. “We can’t do Smoke any good right now, not with those men blocking the trail.”
“Miss Sally,” Cal said, “we could get a big posse together in less time than it takes to say it. Heck, just about everbody in Big Rock would go along if’n they thought Smoke was in trouble.”
“He’s correct, Sally,” Louis agreed. “With a large number of men we could get by that ambush and go after the men who took Smoke.”
Sally turned tortured eyes to Louis. “Yes, Louis, I believe we could do that. But how many men would get hurt or possibly killed trying to get past that ambush site?”
When he paused, unable to answer, Sally smiled sadly. “See what I mean? Do you think Smoke would want a lot of townspeople getting hurt trying to rescue him?”
Louis reluctantly shook his head. “No, I guess not, Sally.”
She put a hand on his shoulder. “Look at it this way. If whoever took him wanted to kill him, he’s already dead. If he’s still alive by now, then there is some other reason for taking him and keeping him alive. Either way, waiting until morning to continue our trip after them won’t make much difference.”
“You think the men guarding the trail will be gone by then?” Pearlie asked.
She nodded. “Probably. They cannot hope to hold the trail forever. My guess is they were just trying to give whoever has Smoke time to get to where they’re going. We should be able to get by in the morning.”
“I just hope we’re not too late for Smoke,” Cal said, his voice heavy.
Sally swung up into the saddle and smiled. “Cal, you should have more faith in Smoke. He has managed to survive much worse than this for a lot of years.”
Louis laughed as he kicked his horse to follow Sally. “That’s a fact!” he said.
Just as Cletus and Sarah and their men were saddling up their mounts, Daniel Macklin approached Cletus. “Say, Clete, I think somebody ought’a ride on over to the ranch and tell Angus what’s goin’ on,” he said, his eyes flicking from Sarah to Cletus, not sure who was in charge of the men since she’d arrived.
Cletus tightened the cinch-belt on his saddle and said over his shoulder, “And just why would you think that, Mac, since Angus put me in charge of this little fracas?”
Macklin rubbed his jaw. “Well, for starters, you got four men coverin’ our back trail, an’ two more headin’ off east and west, so that only leaves six or seven of us to head out after Jensen in the mountains.”
“So, I say again Mac, what is your point?”
“I done some talkin’ ‘bout Jensen when I was in his town waiting for Sarah to make up her mind what to do,” Macklin said, glancing at her out of the corner of his eye to make sure she wasn’t taking his talk wrong.
“Yeah, so?”
“What I found out was this Jensen is not only a famous gunfighter, he was a mountain man from the time he was a little boy until just a few years ago.”
Now Macklin had Cletus’s full attention. “Is that a fact?” Cletus said, his lips tight.
“Yep, an’ you know that a handful of us cowboys ain’t gonna be no match for a mountain man up in those mountains,” Macklin said, glancing off in the direction of the snow-covered peaks to the north, barely visible in the light snowfall.
Cletus followed his gaze. “You may be right, Mac. Of course, I’m hoping to catch up to Jensen ‘fore he gets a chance to get up into those mountains.”
Macklin shrugged. “If you do, then you’ll be able to handle him with no problem, assuming you catch him out in the open.” He hesitated. “Of course, if you don’t, you’re gonna need all the help you can get.”
Cletus glanced at Sarah, who was busily cinching up her saddle and pretending not to be paying any attention to their talk. Cletus was caught in a dilemma. He wanted Jensen to do exactly what Macklin said he was worried about, that is, get up into the mountains and disappear so they couldn’t find him and take him back to Angus. But he didn’t want Angus to suspect as much, so he had to play the game of doing his best to capture the gunman.
“I guess you’re right, Mac. Why don’t you hightail it on ahead to the ranch and see if Angus wants to hire more men to come out here and help us hunt Jensen down if he makes it to the mountains? That way, we can leave it up to Angus how much he really wants Jensen.”
Macklin nodded. “My thoughts exactly, Clete.”
Cletus thought for a moment, and then he added, “If you do bring more men, plan to meet up with us at that old line cabin at the base of the mountain near where that stream comes out onto flat ground.”
Mac nodded and he swung up into his saddle, tipped his hat, and put the spurs to his mount, heading up the road toward the MacDougal ranch in Pueblo.
Cletus looked over at Sarah to see how she was taking this, but all he could see was that her jaw was set and her lips were tightly squeezed together as she finished setting her saddle and throwing her saddlebags across the animal’s rump.
“That all right with you, Sarah?” he asked.
She turned to look at him, still not realizing he knew she’d been the one to turn Smoke loose. “Sure, Clete. What Mac said made sense, and we may well need some help if Jensen makes it up into those slopes.”
Cletus put his foot in his stirrup and eased up onto the back of his horse. “I just hope Angus don’t send a bunch of flatlanders that don’t know which end of a gun the bullet comes out of to help us. Otherwise, we’re gonna need more’n one wagon to carry all the bodies back in.”
TWENTY-TWO
Instead of trying to run the entire several miles to the lower slopes of the nearest mountain and exhausting himself, Smoke alternated walking at a fast pace with jogging for fifty yards. He kept his head lowered and his eyes squinted against the blowing snow and wind in his face, but even so, it wasn’t long before his eyes began to burn and itch from the drying effects of the constant wind.
He’d known men up in the mountains who’d had their eyes frozen shut by blizzards like this, and he didn’t want to take any chances, so he kept the brim of his hat down low and his head bent down, glancing up occasionally to make sure he wasn’t about to walk into a crevice or boulder.
Soon, the snow had accumulated to a depth almost up to his knees, and it was beginning to make walking extremely difficult and running impossible. He knew he was going to have trouble getting to deep cover on the mountainside before dawn. The only good thing about the amount of snow falling was that it would completely obliterate his tracks so if the gang of men tried to follow them, they wouldn’t be able to find him, and it would slow them down as much as it was him.