"Aw, I ain't that ignorant," Longarm told her. "I check out books from the Denver Public Library when I'm low on pocket change near payday. I've read about them Vienna alienist doctors who worry about what folks are really thinking when they talk sort of loco en la cabeza. You're confounded about feeling hot around menfolk because a poor excuse for a man broke you in bass-akwards!"
She protested, "Custis, Ace and I never went in for anything all that perverse. We just made sweet love a lot when things seemed to be going bad for us. I remember this time in Cheyenne when Ace and I were waiting for a wired money order and couldn't show ourselves outside our hotel room for three whole days and nights."
"I said I followed your drift," Longarm told her, trying to ignore the way his privates had started to throb against the soil under him.
She said, "You're so understanding. I felt so silly this morning. But last night, alone in the dark with no other man to turn to as those memories of other tense nights came back unbidden."
Longarm grimaced and groaned, "I know you're feeling tense again. So am I. But it ain't the same. Your Ace might have been enough of a baby to grope for a nipple when he should have been working on a way out of a tight spot. But we ain't holed up in some rooming house to avoid our creditors, Miss Minerva."
She gasped, "What a horrid way to talk to a lady!"
So he said, "Act like a lady, or at least a grown woman, and I'll be proud to kiss your hand, or any other part of you, once we make it to Fort Sill alive."
He couldn't resist adding, "Fortunately, they have locks on the bedroom doors at the army guest hostel. So I won't be able to get at you once you're feeling less inspired."
She told him he was a brute. He said, "Never mind what I am and go see why Matty's tweeting like a horned lark getting eaten alive by red ants!"
Minerva gasped, "Dear Lord! Is that who all that chirping over to the east is coming from?"
Longarm said, "Never mind. I see them now. Just like I thought they might, they've circled through the brush below. Matty never fooled 'em with her lark whistles. We'll soon see whether they expected me to be covering this side with a Winchester!
CHAPTER 15
A long time crept by and the sun just kept rising in a sultry blue sky. Nothing else seemed to be happening. From time to time some shrubbery down the slope would sway as if a ripple of breeze was moving in the still summer air. Longarm was almost certain the rascals who'd surrounded them just out of rifle range were flashing rare glimpses of brown skin instead of blue shirt as they moved from one patch of deeper cover to another.
Longarm and Matty had the nervous Minerva dashing back and forth with messages from time to time. Although neither had all that much to report. Matty's story was that she'd barely spotted a distant party of what looked to be Kiowa, riding single-file, when they'd all reined in to dismount, lead their ponies off the trail, and commence to sneak all about.
When Longarm sent a message asking Matty which side they'd dismounted from, she didn't remember. Minerva asked what difference it made, and Longarm could only say, "None most likely. Even Indian Police would be inclined to mount or dismount Horse Indian style, from the off side."
"Off side?" asked the mighty green schoolmarm.
Longarm said, "That's the right-hand side of a pony. You mount it from the near or left side if you're a white rider. Being contrary or mayhaps self-taught, most Horse Nations get on and off the opposite way. It don't matter all that much. I'm fixing to be surprised as all get-out if these fake Black Legging Kiowa turn out to be Irishmen."
Prone beside him under the bow-wood, Minerva asked how he knew they were fake, adding that she couldn't see anybody down yonder.
Longarm replied, "That's about all I'm halfway sure about. Chief Necomi, Hawzitah, and those other elders run the real Black Leggings Lodge. Had they wanted any of us hurt by their outfit, they had us in their power last night. So why would the leaders of the real warrior lodge turn us loose with arms and trail supplies this morning if they meant us any harm?"
She pointed out, "Somebody in that band tried to poison us last night, didn't they?"
He nodded, but said, "That makes the Kiowa leaders look even more innocent. Like I said, they had us had they meant to really make us vanish from this earth, as Necomi suggested they might. He was only trying to scare the truth out of me about that earlier brush with those mystery riders. When the Kiowa-Apache backed my story we got to be pals again. I suspect that medicine man, Pawkigoopy, might have at least a part in all this confusion. On the other hand, he could just be a mean old Kiowa medicine man. None of them could have been all that happy about our whipping them and turning a once-proud nation into wards of the government. So it's possible Pawkigoopy or some other malcontent was just trying to murder us on his or her own!"
Minerva said he'd never know how cheerful that notion made her.
She asked how else those Indians down the slope could have known which way they'd gone unless someone in Necomi's band had told them.
Longarm said, "They tracked us. They tracked us good. Nobody could have told them we'd be cutting this way through these hills because I never told nobody."
He stared down through the shimmering silence thoughtfully as he added, "They must really want us bad. I sure wish I knew why."
Minerva stared pensively down at the dusty green tanglewood and wondered aloud whether anyone was still there.
Longarm flatly stated, "They're there. Like us, they're trying to decide their next move. Playing chess for keeps is tough enough when you've some notion what the other player might be thinking."
Minerva asked Longarm if he had any moves in mind.
Longarm glanced up at the cobalt-blue sky before he replied, "I ain't so sure about the only one I've come up with. If we yell for help it's likely to inspire an all-out attack before help could get here. I figure, just as they must figure, a daylight charge up steep slopes could cost 'em. Henceways, if we just sit tight up here, they ain't as likely to move in before sundown."
Minerva gulped but said, "I read somewhere that Indians seldom attack after dark."
Longarm grimaced and asked, "How often do you want 'em to? Captain Walker of the Texas Rangers recorded one time that Comanche hate to charge on horseback in total darkness, for reasons anyone ought to be able to see. Then some Eastern writer turned sensible cavalry tactics into Heap Big Medicine. Likely the same authority on Indians as the one who decided they prayed to a Great Spirit who presided over a half-baked Christian heaven called the Happy Hunting Ground."
The schoolmarm, who prided herself on her own study of Indian lore, demanded, "Well, don't they?"
Longarm said, "Sure they do, if they're Christian converts. A heap of 'em are, more than once, with Anglo-Protestant missionaries holding the mistaken notion they've saved the souls of pagans already taught a heap of tales from the Good Book by earlier Spanish or French church workers."
A blackjack oak trembled as if caressed by a mountain breeze. So Longarm muttered, "They're tethering their own ponies as if they mean to stay a spell. I wish I could at least guess their nation. Different Indians do use somewhat different tactics and-"
"Over there! By those big yellow flowers!" gasped Minerva, even as Longarm fired into the clump of sunflowers.
They heard somebody yip like a kicked pup. Then Longarm had pushed the schoolmarm one way and rolled the other as a fusillade of rifle balls shredded leaves where they'd just been.
Longarm fired thrice at the dirty cotton bolls of gunsmoke giving away positions down the slope, rolling over once each time he gave them some to shoot at. Then, figuring any marksman worth his salt had to guess he'd keep rolling the same way, he rolled back through his own shot-up positions, watching in vain for another target of opportunity until he found himself back in conversational range with the bewildered schoolmarm. He smiled reassuringly at her and told her to go tell Matty what had happened, see what Matty had to say, and get back to him.