“Why did she do this?”
“I don’t know.”
“Come on, don’t lie to me.”
“Suppose you ask her.”
There was no asking her anything, though, by the time we got there. By putting one side of the truck on the path and letting the other side bump, I got pretty close to the shack, and she was still laying on the floor, but two or three people from the hollow were there by that time with lanterns, and they were trying to get her up and move her. So the way Kady explained it to me, that was the worst thing in the world, so we stopped it and had those people carry the bed up, and the door was too small for it, but they began putting it up outside, and used the loose log, the one Wash and I had pushed out of the way, to wedge it up level. Then Kady rolled up a sheet to the middle, and laid it down beside Belle, and shoved the rolled part under her, then unrolled it, and we all helped lift and at last she was off the floor and on a bed. But the blood that was in a puddle on the other side of her, and the dead dog that was laying in the middle of it, you could see all that, and the blood began to run in a stream toward the door, and stunk, and it was a mess. So I told one of those people to take the dog out and bury it, and get started washing out the blood, but Kady said quit worrying about that, and get started after the ice. So I burned the road to the hotel, and called Wash, and told him to get a doctor out there, and told the man on the desk I wanted some ice, and be quick about it, so he hopped pretty lively. Because the last thing I did when I left the cabin on the way to the hollow was to strap on my.45 that hung across from my rifle, and there’s nothing like having a six-shooter on you to get action when you want it.
The rest of the night was like a whirl-around dream you have when you’re sick, with the doctor giving her some kind of stuff to inhale, and Kady tearing up sheets to make bags for the ice, and more and more people from the hollow standing around, watching what was going on and giving help whenever it was wanted. What they had heard when Belle and Moke were having it there in the dark, before he came to my place, if they heard anything at all, I don’t know, but by the time Wash got there with the doctor the dog was gone and the knife was gone and nothing was said about anybody trying some killing. All the doctor saw was a woman bleeding from lung trouble, and so far as what was said to him went, that’s all there was. Around daylight he got the bleeding stopped, and went home, but before he went he called Kady off to one side, and Wash and I drifted over to hear what he said to her.
“You’re Mrs. Tyler’s daughter, miss?”
“Yes, I am.”
“You know what this means?”
“You think she’s pretty sick?”
“If I had her in the hospital, where I could force-feed her with what she needs, sock a couple of quarts of blood into her, and then when she’s in shape, collapse that lung for her, I might pull her through for a few more months, or even years. But I can’t do it here, and by the time I got her to town she’d be dead. She’s on the end of the plank. It could come any time now, but she’ll probably last until tonight. Her mouth temperature is down to 97, and I can’t get it up on account of the ice that has to stay there. It’ll slip to 96, and then it’ll take a sudden drop. With that she’ll go in the coma, and then it’s just a matter of when.”
“We’ve more or less expected it.”
“Call me, and I’ll sign the papers.”
“I’ll do it from the filling station on the state road.”
She was looking up at the trees, and was waxy color from losing the blood, but Kady had combed her hair out nice and put a ribbon in it, and just for a minute, with the sun coming up and the birds starting to sing, she looked like she had when I first saw her, in church one night, just after her father moved to town to work in the mine. She was looking up then too, and singing Stand Up, Stand Up for Jesus, and I kept looking at her, and next thing I knew she was looking at me, and winking. We got married the next month, she fourteen, I four years older, just the regular age for a coal camp. It seemed funny, after all that had happened, she was still only thirty-nine years old. After a while she put out her hand and took mine, where I was sitting near by. “Jess, I’m going to die.”
“We’re doing all we can.”
“I know, but I’m going to die.”
“I’m awful sorry, Belle.”
“I’m not. I made a mess of my life, Jess.”
“You lived it like you wanted it.”
“I lived it like I liked it, but not like I wanted it. We could have been happy, you and me, because we loved each other, and that’s enough. But I was born to mess things up, and I began to hold things against you. That you went to church, and believed what you heard there, and took things serious, and never took a drink. I thought that was all a pack of foolishness, and after I got the taste for liquor I couldn’t hardly stand you at all. And I began doing things. I did a lot more than I ever told you, Jess. And then I started up with Moke. Ten of him wasn’t worth what you was, and I knew it, but I couldn’t help how I was going. He sung comical songs at me, and we’d meet by the creek and drink applejack, and when I’d come home I’d be so I could hardly stand up, and have to pretend I was sick after I chewed sassafras root so you wouldn’t smell my breath. And then I went off with him.”
“If he made you happy, I’m glad.”
“He didn’t.”
“More than you think, maybe.”
“Maybe worse than I could have imagined.”
She closed her eyes, and I thought there would be more, and at last I would know what she had come up here for, and why she had tried to kill Moke, and why he had stolen Danny, and all the rest of what had been going on the last few days that I didn’t understand. But she just asked if she could see Danny and I ran down in the truck to the cabin, and as soon as Jane could get him ready we brought him up. She looked at him a long time, and talked to him, and took his hand and played with it. All that time I was holding him. I liked that better than anything I had ever had in my life, and she must have seen it because she said: “You love him, don’t you, Jess?”
“Love’s no word for it.”
“I want you to.”
She began to cough then, and sank back on the pillow, and Kady came up in case there was trouble. But what I noticed was Moke, sitting there in the door of the shack, looking at me with such hate in his eyes I don’t think I ever saw in a man before.
She called for the girls and said good-by to them, and when she talked to Kady she ran her fingers over her face, and looked up at her with an expression that hit me in the throat somewhere, because it was beautiful, and I was glad, because maybe you could understand why things had come between, but they were her daughters, and now she was going, both sides should feel some love.
And then she called for Moke, and he never even raised his head. “Moke, I want to talk to you.”
“I got nothing to say to you.”
“Moke, I’m dying.”
“Then die.”
“Moke, I’ve loved you, and there’s something I’ve got to ask of you, and it’s my right to do it, and you’ve got to listen to me.”
“I won’t.”
“Then, Moke, will you sing to me once?”
To that he didn’t say anything for a minute, then he came over to her and put his head on her shoulder and let her pat him and whisper in his ear. And if he sang to her I don’t know. The last I saw of them, they were together up there, and I ran down to the cabin and watched Danny with Jane while he had his nap. Then Birdie Blue rode up on a mule, and told us Kady sent word to phone the doctor.
Chapter 8