It began to get light, and still she lay there, and after a while she said: “And you didn’t know I wasn’t your daughter that day Belle was dying.”
“You seem to have it all figured out.”
“That detective work you were doing, about why she tried to do something to Moke. If you knew about this, why couldn’t you figure that out? But you never once thought of it.”
“I told you, I thought you already knew it, only you hadn’t said anything to me about it. Later, when I found out you didn’t know it, then I began to get it, why she went out of her head so, on that trip up here.”
“And you didn’t know it my wedding day!”
“Our wedding day.”
“Our wedding day, my eye. I’ve only had one wedding day, and it wasn’t ours. But you, you’re lying to me if you say you knew it that morning. You weren’t married any more, and yet you were willing I should marry Wash, and glad of it. For your daughter, that makes sense. But for Moke’s daughter? A girl that was no relation to you at all, and that you wanted so bad you couldn’t sleep nights? Oh no, Jess. That day was the day you found it out. I thought then there was some connection between the way you disappeared and Wash not showing up, and now God help me I have the same feeling.”
“No connection I know of.”
“And Moke hasn’t been seen since that day. Maybe there’s some connection there too. If you saw him, why didn’t you tell me?”
“I wanted to forget Moke.”
“Why didn’t you tell Ed Blue?”
“I still wanted to forget him.”
“Seems funny you didn’t snap it into Ed Blue’s face about the rifle and how you warned Moke off the creek, like you told the judge.”
“Let him look for his rifle.”
“Where is the rifle?”
“I threw it in the creek.”
“Where’s Moke?”
“How should I know?”
“Jess, you killed Moke, didn’t you?”
The prickle up my back had told me what she was going to say, but for once my mouth went off and left me. I said something. I hollered no, but it was after at least three seconds of trying to act surprised, like I didn’t know what she was talking about. She was already laughing at me not being able to make up my mind when this croak came out of my throat, a cold, hard laugh that had my number, and knew it.
When I went in for breakfast, it was she that gave it to me. When Jane came in she was dressed to go out, with her hat on, and a coat.
“Well, Jess, I’ll say good-by.”
“Where you going?”
“Blount, I guess.”
“You mean you’re leaving me?”
“I’m not really needed any more, now that Kady takes care of Danny so well, and there’s a fellow over there that’s offered me a job in his café, helping him run it. It’s time I took him up.”
“Kind of sudden, isn’t it?”
“Oh I’ve been thinking about it.”
But she said it all in a queer way, fooling with her bag while she talked, and it seemed to me she was going for some special reason she wasn’t telling me. “Then I’ll run you over there.”
“I’m taking the bus.”
“I’ll run you to the state road.”
“I can walk.”
“You need any money?”
“I’ve got some.”
On account of waking up early I felt tired that afternoon, and how long I slept I don’t know, but Kady was standing there when I woke up, all dressed up, looking at me. “Good-by, Jess.”
“And where are you going?”
“To be married.”
“When?”
“Next week some time.”
“You are married. Did you forget that?”
“No, I didn’t.”
“Then how can you get married?”
“Next week I’ll be able to.”
“That I don’t understand.”
“You will.”
“And who’s the lucky man?”
“Wash.”
“Changed his mind again, hey?”
“He found out the truth, at last. Jane called him when she got to Blount. In fact, that might be partly why she went over there.”
“I knew she wasn’t telling me the reason.”
“She called him and he came in and was crazy to know what had happened up here, because it was on the radio when you were arrested but not in the papers when they turned you loose, because if nobody gets convicted they’re afraid. So she told him what you told the judge, and he ran her back over here again. Jess, you told him Moke was Danny’s father. You told me he was my father. And both were lies. You’re my father. But you don’t tell any third lie. You got that, Jess? You understand why next week I can get married?”
“You’ll get into plenty trouble that way.”
“We don’t think so.”
“I tell you, the deputies will find out, sure.”
“We’re going to tell them.”
It seemed funny, she was never going to believe the truth, and I had killed the one man that could prove it. And when they heard what she thought was the truth, no jury would hold her for what she meant to do to me.
Outside it had started to rain, and when I peeped through a crack she was running down the road to his car, that had the top up, and inside I could see Jane and the baby. She got in and the car drove off. I went to the cabin for my rifle. It wasn’t there, and neither was the.45. I put on my hat and coat and started down to the barn, to get out the truck and run into Carbon to get sheriffs protection. But when I got to the door a shot cut the air, and splinters ripped off the wood. I started back to the house, and another shot clipped my hat. I slammed down on my face, and when it got darker I crawled. Out in the stable I could hear the stock bellowing, and down the creek the cows were hooking it up, but I was afraid to go outside. Later on, after I had made myself something to eat without stirring up the fire, for fear they were looking through the cracks and could see, I got all my money together and put on my raincoat and started creeping down the road. All over, you could hear bellowing from pigs and mules and chickens and cows that hadn’t been fed or milked or attended to. I got about two hundred yards when something hit my leg and I heard a shot. I crawled back, doused it with liniment, and got the blood stopped.
It’s been raining for a week, they’ve been out there for a week, and I’ve been writing for a week. Maybe they’ve got to kill me to wipe it all out, what happened, so they can have each other again, or think they have, and maybe they’re going to tell it, so they get off. But I’ve got to tell it too, because I didn’t do anything but what I thought was right. What I told him I thought was true, and if he didn’t think enough of her to go see her about it, to give her her chance to say what she had to say, then that was his lookout. After I found out how it really was, she was anybody’s woman, and all I’ve got to say is, I love her as much as he does. So I’m putting it down. It’s finished now, and tonight I’m taking it with me when I leave, and maybe there won’t have to be any telling, and they’ll decide they can have each other without any killing. Because my leg’s better now, and there’s one thing they’ve forgotten. And that’s the mine.
I slipped out the back way when it got dark, crossed the creek above the cabin, and got up the path without their seeing me. I got to the timbered drift, went inside, and soon as I was well inside so no light could be seen from the road I got out the carbide lamp I had brought with me. All I had to do now was slip through to the bottom of the shaft, go up the ladder to the top, kill the light, and then slide down the mountainside and come out on the road about a mile below where they’re laying for me. From there on to the bus stop is a short walk, and I’d be away. But when I hit the lamp to strike the flint, I dropped it, and I heard the top pop open and the carbide go all over the track. And while I was feeling around for a couple of crumbs I could put in there with a little spit, I heard something that almost made me drop dead. It was Moke, in there under the tunnel, prizing around with the gun barrel, trying to get out. He would hit a rock three or four times, then get the steel in a crack, twist it around, move a chunk, then start all over again. I gave a yell and started to run out of the place, but I fell and hit my head and that was the last I knew for a while. When I came to he was nearer, and I could hear his chinking plainer. I got out of there somehow. When I got back it was day.