Ortega rubbed his hand across his cheek. “I do not think it looks very much like me,” he said.
“The name on the poster is Hector Ortega. That is your name, isn’t it?”
“Sí, that is my name. But it is also the name of many of my people. In Mexico the name Hector Ortega is like the name Bill Smith in America. There are many, many people with that name.”
Jim studied the line drawing for a moment longer, then he looked very closely at Ortega. Finally he shook his head. “I guess you’re right. But tell me what the words say.”
“Dead or alive,” Ortega said, indicating the large words at the top. “The name, Hector Ortega, you have already read. The other words read, ‘Wanted for murder. Ten thousand peso reward. Contact the federal police.’ ”
“Yes, the part about contact the federal police part we figured out for ourselves,” Jim said.
The other Americans had drifted over as well to listen to Ortega’s translation.
“You say this isn’t you,” Barry began. “Do you know who this other fella with your name is?”
Ortega shook his head. “It could be anyone,” he said. He smiled. “Perhaps one of the bandidos we killed yesterday is the man in this poster. If so, we are ten thousand pesos richer today.”
“Not we, you,” Jim said. “You are the one who killed those men. I wanted no part of it then, and I want no part of it now.”
Ever since dark, Katie Kincaid had been working diligently to untie her hands. It was a difficult task, not only because Whitey, who had tied Katie and her two daughters, was good with rope but also because she had to be very still and quiet lest she give away what she was doing. By the time she finally managed to get her hands free, she estimated that it was a little after midnight. Even though her hands were now free, she kept her wrists crossed on top of her body so that it would appear to the casual observer in the dark that she was still securely tied.
She could hear the troubled but even breathing of her two daughters, so she knew they were both sleeping. By the loud snoring coming from the other side of the small clearing, she could tell that Shardeen and Whitey were fast asleep as well. It was Red’s time to be on guard. Several minutes earlier she had overheard Red coming on guard, and Shardeen going off.
“You stay awake. Keep the fire goin’, and keep a close eye on them women,” Shardeen had ordered.
“You don’t have to worry none about me,” Red replied.
“And stay the hell away from ’em,” Shardeen ordered.
“I ain’t goin’ to bother the girls none.” Red rubbed himself, then looked toward the three slumbering women.
“I ain’t talkin’ about just the girls. I mean I want you to stay away from their mama, too,” Shardeen said. “I’m tired, and I don’t want my sleep ruined by listening to you grunt and her squeal.”
“Two, three more times and ’bout the only squealin’ she’ll be doin’ is when she’s tellin’ me how much she’s likin’ it,” Red bragged.
“Mind what I say,” Shardeen said. “I don’t want to get woke up.”
“Go on, then. Go to sleep and quit gabbin’ about it.”
When, a moment later, Red came over to look at the three captives, Katie made no movement nor uttered any sound that would suggest she was awake. She had her eyes nearly closed, so much so that in the flickering yellow light of the campfire, Red couldn’t tell that she was actually looking at him through narrowed slits. Satisfied that all were asleep, Red gathered several sticks of dry wood and fed the campfire. The burning wood began to pop and snap as the flames grew larger. The bubble of golden light and warmth extended farther from the fire.
If Katie was ever going to make good her plan to escape, now was the time to put it into operation. Her plan depended upon two things: being able to get her hands free, and finding the opportunity to get Red alone. Just as he was, right now.
Red was perfect for her plan, because out of their three captors, he was the one who seemed most driven by primordial instincts. He was constantly badgering Shardeen to take a break for food or the toilet, and to allow him to gratify himself sexually with Katie. And while after the first couple of times Whitey and Shardeen’s sexual appetites were reduced, Red was as eager now as he had been when the women were first captured.
Red was also the slowest of wit. Shardeen and Whitey were constantly explaining the most basic things to him.
The third and final reason was the fact that Red used a cross draw. He wore his pistol on the left side of his gun belt, with the handle facing forward. That was an important element in Katie’s plan.
“Red?” Katie whispered in the dark.
“What? Who’s there?” Red replied.
“Shhh,” Katie said. “Do you want to wake Shardeen?”
Red got up from the rock and walked over to look down at her. “What do you want?” he asked.
“Shhh!” Katie said again. “Speak softly, Red,” she said. “Whisper. Otherwise you’ll wake the others and we can’t have our fun.”
“Fun?”
“Do you think you are the only one who enjoys it when we have sex?”
A shocked expression lighted up Red’s face. Then he turned toward his two sleeping partners. He held up his finger as if making a point. “Damnation! I told Shardeen . . .” Red started to say out loud.
“Shhh! You must whisper.”
“I told Shardeen you was goin’ to come around to likin’ it,” Red whispered lasciviously.
“Oh, honey, I liked it the first time,” Katie said.
“You sure didn’t act like it.”
“I had to pretend. I didn’t want my daughters to know how much I liked it,” Katie said. “They wouldn’t understand. They are too young to know how good it can be when you are with a real man. Someone like you, I mean.”
“I’ll be damned. I knowed it was somethin’ like that.” Red began rubbing himself fla grantly now.
“Oh, you don’t have to play with yourself, Red. We could have some fun right now, just the two of us,” Katie said. “And if we are quiet about it, nobody would ever have to know. Not my two daughters, not Whitey, and especially not Shardeen.”
“Yeah,” Red said, smiling. He started toward her, then he stopped and looked at her suspiciously, as if he suspected she might be trying something sly. “I ain’t goin’ to untie you,” he said.
“All right, you don’t have to untie me. But you will pull up my skirt and pull down my drawers, won’t you? As long as my hands are tied, I can’t do it myself.”
“Yeah,” Red repeated. “I sure will pull up your skirt and pull down your drawers.”
Kneeling beside her, Red helped her undress, pulling her clothes down below her knees. Her naked white flesh gleamed softly in the moonlight.
“Oh, honey, I’m no fire for you,” Kate moaned in a low, throaty voice.
“Yeah, yeah,” Red said. He was breathing in ragged gasps as he began to move over her.
“Wait, aren’t you going to untie my ankles?”
“Why should I do that?”
“Oh, honey, believe me, it will be so much better for you if you will untie my ankles. It will let me spread my legs wider for you. You do want me to spread my legs for you, don’t you?”
“Yeah, spread your legs,” Red grunted, as he bent down to untie her ankles.
“Hurry, don’t keep me waiting for you any longer,” Katie said, spreading her legs in invitation once her ankles were untied.
Red knelt between Katie’s wide-spread legs. Then he unbuttoned his pants and started to mount her. At that moment Katie slipped her hand from the loose coil of rope that was around her wrists, wrapped her fingers around the handle of Red’s pistol, slipped it from his holster, shoved the barrel of the gun into his belly and pulled the trigger.