He took the reward notices and newspaper cuttings out of his corduroy coat and spread them out on the table. Rooster looked them over for some little time. He said, “Tell me what your objection is, sis. Do you wish to cut me out of some extra money?”
I said, “This man wants to take Chaney back to Texas. That is not what I want. That was not our agreement.”
Rooster said, “We will be getting him all the same. What you want is to have him caught and punished. We still mean to do that.”
“I want him to know he is being punished for killing my father. It is nothing to me how many dogs and fat men he killed in Texas.”
“You can let him know that,” said Rooster. “You can tell him to his face. You can spit on him and make him eat sand out of the road. You can put a ball in his foot and I will hold him while you do it. But we must catch him first. We will need some help. You are being stiff-necked about this. You are young. It is time you learned that you cannot have your way in every little particular. Other people have got their interests too.”
“When I have bought and paid for something I will have my way. Why do you think I am paying you if not to have my way?”
LaBoeuf said, “She is not going anyhow. I don’t understand this conversation. It is not sensible. I am not used to consulting children in my business. Run along home, little britches, your mama wants you.”
“Run home yourself,” said I. “Nobody asked you to come up here wearing your big spurs.”
“I told her she could go,” said Rooster. “I will see after her.”
“No,” said LaBoeuf. “She will be in the way.”
Rooster said, “You are taking a lot on yourself.”
LaBoeuf said, “She will spell nothing but trouble and confusion. You know that as well as I do. Stop and think. She has got you buffaloed with her saucy ways.”
Rooster said, “Maybe I will just catch this Chaney myself and take all the money.”
LaBoeuf considered it. “You might deliver him,” he said. “I would see you did not collect anything for it.”
“How would you do that, jaybird?”
“I would dispute your claim. I would muddy the waters. They will not want much to back down. When it is all over they might shake your hand and thank you for your trouble and they might not.”
“If you did that I would kill you,” said Rooster. “Where is your profit?”
“Where is yours?” said LaBoeuf. “And I would not count too much on being able to shade somebody I didn’t know.”
“I can shade you all right,” said Rooster. “I never seen anybody from Texas I couldn’t shade. Get cross-ways of me, LaBoeuf, and you will think a thousand of brick has fell on you. You will wisht you had been at the Alamo with Travis.”
“Knock him down, Rooster,” said I.
LaBoeuf laughed. He said, “I believe she is trying to hooraw you again. Look here, I have had enough quarreling. Let us get on with our business. You have done your best to accommodate this little lady, more than most people would do, and yet she will still be contrary. Send her on her way. We will get her man. That is what you agreed to do. What if something happens to her? Have you thought about that? Her people will blame you and maybe the law will have something to say too. Why don’t you think about yourself? Do you think she is concerned with your interest? She is using you. You have got to be firm.”
Rooster said, “I would hate to see anything happen to her.”
“You are thinking about that reward money,” said I. “It is a pig in a poke. All you have heard from LaBoeuf is talk and I have paid you cash money. If you believe anything he says I do not credit you with much sense. Look at him grin. He will cheat you.”
Rooster said, “I must think about myself some too, sis.”
I said, “Well, what are you going to do? You cannot carry water on both shoulders.”
“We will get your man,” said he. “That is the main thing.”
“Let me have my twenty-five dollars. Hand it over.”
“I have spent it all.”
“You sorry piece of trash!”
“I will try and get it back to you. I will send it to you.”
“That’s a big story! If you think you are going to cheat me like this you are mistaken! You have not seen the last of Mattie Ross, not by a good deal!”
I was so mad I could have bitten my tongue off. Sterling Price the cat sensed my mood and he tucked his ears back and scampered from my path, giving me a wide berth.
I suppose I must have cried a little but it was a cold night and by the time I reached the Monarch my anger had cooled to the point where I could think straight and lay plans. There was not time enough to get another detective. Lawyer Daggett would be up here soon looking for me, probably no later than tomorrow. I thought about making a complaint to the head marshal. No, there was time for that later. I would have Lawyer Daggett skin Rooster Cogburn and nail his verminous hide to the wall. The important thing was not to lose sight of my object and that was to get Tom Chaney.
I took supper and then set about getting my things together. I had Mrs. Floyd prepare some bacon and biscuits and make little sandwiches of them. But not so little as all that, as one of her biscuits would have made two of Mama’s. Very flat though, she skimped on baking powder. I also bought a small wedge of cheese from her and some dried peaches. These things I secured in a sack.
Mrs. Floyd was alive with curiosity and I told her I was going over into the Territory with some marshals to look at a man they had arrested. This did not satisfy her by any means but I pleaded ignorance of details. I told her I would likely be gone for several days and if my mother or Lawyer Daggett made inquiries (a certainty) she was to reassure them as to my safety.
I rolled up the blankets with the sack of food inside and then wrapped the slicker around the roll and made it fast with some twine. I put Papa’s heavy coat on over my own coat. I had to turn the cuffs back. My little hat was not as thick and warm as his so I traded. Of course it was too big and I had to fold up some pages from the New Era and stick them inside the band to make for a snug fit. I took my bundle and my gun sack and left for the stock barn.
Stonehill was just leaving when I got there. He was singing the hymn Beulah Land to himself in a low bass voice. It is one of my favorites. He stopped singing when he saw me.
“It is you again,” said he. “Is there some complaint about the pony?”
“No, I am very happy with him,” said I. “Little Blackie is my ‘chum.’”
“A satisfied customer gladdens the heart.”
“I believe you have picked up some since last I saw you.”
“Yes, I am a little better. Richard’s himself again. Or will be ere the week is out. Are you leaving us?”
“I am getting an early start tomorrow and I thought I would stay the balance of the night in your barn. I don’t see why I should pay Mrs. Floyd a full rate for only a few hours sleep.”
“Why indeed.”
He took me inside the barn and told the watchman it would be all right for me to stay the night on the office bunk. The watchman was an old man. He helped me to shake out the dusty quilt that was on the bunk. I looked in on Little Blackie at his stall and made sure everything was in readiness. The watchman followed me around.
I said to him, “Are you the one that had his teeth knocked out?”
“No, that was Tim. Mine was drawn by a dentist. He called himself a dentist”
“Who are you?”
“Toby.”
“I want you to do something.”
“What are you up to?”
“I am not free to discuss it. Here is a dime for you. At two hours before sunup I want you to feed this pony. Give him a double handful of oats and about the same amount of corn, but no more, along with a little hay. See that he has sufficient water. At one hour before sunup I want you to wake me up. When you have done that, put this saddle and this bridle on the pony. Have you got it all straight?”