Lester wagged a thick finger. “That will be enough of that kind of talk. I won’t have you insulting us.”
“Then listen to me, damn it,” Fargo said in baffled outrage. “I’ve done all I can and you ignore me.”
“Now, now,” Lester Winston said, as he might to Billy if his son were misbehaving. “We appreciate it. We truly do. But the best thing now is for all of us to relax and eat our breakfasts. You should do the same. A hot meal is always good for the disposition.”
Fargo gestured in disgust. “I wash my hands of the whole bunch of you. If you’re massacred, you have only yourself to blame.”
“We won’t be harmed,” Harvey confidently replied.
“We trust in providence, friend,” another said, and many of them bobbed their heads.
Fargo left them and went over to the Winstons’ wagon. He was so mad he smacked the side.
“Keep that up and you’ll hurt your hand.” Rachel, fully dressed, her hair in a bonnet, was next to him. “What’s gotten into you?”
Fargo related his attempt to convince her father and the other men to take up arms. He clutched her. “You must talk to them. Persuade them to get ready for Gore. It’s their only hope.”
“I trust my pa to do what’s best.”
“But he has wax in his ears.”
Just then Martha announced that the coffee was ready. He went to the fire. “What about you, Mrs. Winston? You must have heard me talking to your husband.”
“About Victor Gore? Yes.”
“Then do something. Get the men to take up arms, and have the women and the children take cover.”
“And then what?” Martha asked. “Blast Mr. Gore and Mr. Rinson to kingdom come as they ride up?”
“If you want to go on breathing.”
Martha shook the large wooden spoon she had been using to stir oatmeal. “Shame on you. You’ve lived on the frontier too long. You hold human life much too cheaply.”
“Don’t you care if you live or die?”
“Of course,” Martha replied. “But I didn’t agree with them and I don’t agree with you. We’re not beasts. Scripture says we’re made in His image. ‘Thou shalt not kill’ comes straight from His mouth.”
“Gore doesn’t share your sentiments. All he cares about is the gold and getting it back East.” Fargo stopped. “Wait. What was that about agreeing?”
“I’m against taking human life. A white life, at any rate.”
“Indians don’t count, huh?”
“They don’t believe in the one true God. They don’t live by the Ten Commandments. I doubt they even have souls. Killing a red savage is the same as killing a fish or a squirrel.”
Fargo never did like those who wore their bigotry on their sleeve. Or in this case, on their dress. “You make me sorry I’m trying to help.”
Martha dipped the spoon in the pot. “The Lord works in mysterious ways, His wonders to perform.”
“What does that have to do with anything?”
“You’ll find out soon enough. When you do, don’t hold it against me.”
“I don’t have the slightest notion what in hell you’re talking about,” Fargo informed her. He thought she would explain but she went on moving the spoon in small circles.
The next moment Billy came up, gave him a peculiar look, and snickered. “I heard what you just told my ma. You sure are dumb, mister.”
“William!” Martha turned. “None of that, you hear? He’s not like we are. He doesn’t realize how hard this is for us.”
“It’s not hard for me,” the boy said.
“Go help your pa with the wagons. We want to be ready when the time comes.”
“You’re going somewhere?” Fargo asked.
“No.”
Fed up, Fargo wheeled. His gaze drifted to the rope corral and for a second he thought he was seeing things. “My horse!” he blurted.
“How’s that?” Martha said, her attention on the oatmeal.
“How did my horse get here?”
“Oh. Lester brought it in. Seems he found your animal tied to a tree somewhere and you were nowhere around.”
Fargo was halfway to the rope corral when it hit him. He had left the Ovaro in the woods near the canyon. If Lester had been there, then Lester must know where Gore was. But why hadn’t Lester said anything? He pushed down on the rope and stepped over. As he was patting the stallion’s neck someone coughed to get his attention.
It was Lester. He was holding a shotgun. And Lester was pointing the shotgun at him. Harvey and another farmer flanked Lester, both with rifles. “I’ll have to ask you to come out of there and over to my wagon.”
“What the hell is this?”
“I must insist,” Lester said. “It’s for your own good. Harvey, here, will relieve you of that six-shooter. Then if you do as we say, there won’t be any trouble.”
“Don’t,” Fargo said.
“It’s for your own good.” Lester motioned with the shotgun. “I don’t have a lot of time to argue. Victor and Mr. Rinson might be here sooner than we think, and we don’t want you to cause trouble for us.”
“Damn you.”
“I’m sorry. I truly am. But you’re too headstrong. I’m afraid Gore will come riding in and you’ll put lead into him before he can open his mouth.”
“It would be best for everyone if I did.” Fargo doubted Lester would shoot but all it would take was an involuntary twitch of Lester’s trigger finger and he would be blown in half. His arms out from his sides, he moved to the rope.
“No tricks, now,” Lester warned.
Harvey relieved Fargo of the six-gun and stepped back. The third farmer pushed on the rope so Fargo could step over it. As they crossed the circle, others gathered to watch. Not a shred of sympathy showed on a single face, except Rachel’s. She came over as Fargo was forced at shotgun-point to sit with his back to the wheel.
“Must we, Pa?”
“It’s for the best.”
“But he’s our friend.”
“You know what’s at stake, girl. It can’t be helped.”
“What can’t be helped?” Fargo asked.
No one answered him.
A couple of men came forward with rope and went to tie him to the wheel but Lester intervened. “If Gore and Rinson see him tied up, they’ll wonder why. And they can’t be the least bit suspicious or it won’t work.”
Fargo tried again. “What won’t work?”
“Tell him,” Martha said.
“Not now, dear,” Lester replied.
“Tell him. He has a right to know. You’ve used him as you used those others.”
Lester smiled down at Fargo. “She doesn’t approve of what we’re about to do. Fact is, she’s objected from the start.”
“The start of what, damn it.”
“Haven’t you figured it out yet?” Lester’s voice was thick with pride. “We’ve known about the gold since Fort Bridger. My son likes to sneak around and listen to people, and he heard Gore and Rinson talking one night. This was before Gore came to me and mentioned the valley.”
Fargo was stunned. “You’ve known all along? Then why did you let them lead you here? Why did you let them use you?”
“You’ve got it backwards. They didn’t use us. We used them. We played along so they would think we came here to farm. But we’re still bound for Oregon. Only now when we get there, each of us will be able to buy more land than we’ll know what to do with, and live in a fine house, besides.”
Fargo stared at the dozens of faces staring at him, and what he saw reflected on many of them made him half sick. “Dear God.”
“That’s right,” Lester crowed. “Victor Gore is in for a surprise. He came all this way and went to all that trouble for nothing. We’re helping ourselves to the gold. And anyone who tries to stop us is as good as dead.”