Christ, let her buy what she wants. Get it done .
Look, Valdez said then. We get in the wagon and go back to town. I see the men and talk to them you stay in town also. I find a place for you, all right?
The womans gaze rose from the fire, her dark face glistening in the light, the shapeless, flat-faced Lipan Apache woman looking at him. A person, but Christ, barely a person.
Why did Rincon choose this one? Valdez thought. He smiled then. How does that sound? You stay in town, sleep in a bed. You dont have to worry or think about it. We pay for everything.
A Maricopa rider came into De Spains, where Mr. Beaudry and Mr. Malson were playing poker with another gentleman and the house man, and told them it was the goddamnedest thing hed seen in a while: Bob Valdez walking into the Republic Hotel with that blown-up Indian woman.
R. L. Davis came over from the bar and said, What about the Indian woman? Hell, I could have knocked her flat if Id wanted. Nobody believes that then they never seen me shoot.
Mr. Malson told him to shut up
and said to the Maricopa rider, Whats this about Bob Valdez?
Hes in the Republic registering that niggers squaw, the rider said. I saw them come up in the team and go inside, so I stuck my head in.
Mr. Beaudry was squinting in his cigar smoke. Whatd the clerk do?
I guess he didnt know what to do, the rider said. He went and got the manager, and him and Bob Valdez were talking over the counter, but I couldnt hear them.
Mr. Malson, the manager of Maricopa, looked at Mr. Beaudry, the government land agent, and Mr. Beaudry said, I never heard of anything like that before.
Mr. Malson shook his head. They wont give her a room. Christ Almighty.
Mr. Beaudry shook his head too. I dont know, he said. Bob Valdez. You sure it was Bob?
Yes sir, the Maricopa rider said. He waited a minute while the men at the poker table thought about it, then went over to the bar and got himself a glass of whiskey.
Next to him, R. L. Davis said, Were you out there today? The rider shook his head, but said hed heard all about it. R. L. Davis told him how he had taken the Winchester and put four good ones right behind the woman when she came out for water and one smack in the door as she went back inside. Hell, R. L. Davis said, Id wanted to hit her Id have hit her square.
The Maricopa rider said, Goddam , I guess shes a big enough something to shoot at for anybody.
I was two hundred yards off! R. L. Davis stiffened up and his face was tight. I put them shots right where I aimed!
The Maricopa rider said, All right, I believe you. He was tired and didnt feel like arguing with some stringy drunk who was liable to make something out of nothing.
For a Saturday night there was only a fair crowd in De Spains, the riders and a few town merchants lined up and lounged at the bar and some others played poker and faro, with tobacco smoke hanging above them around the brass lamps. They were drinking and talking, but it didnt seem loud enough for a Saturday. There had been more men in here earlier, right after supper, a number of them coming in for a quick glass or a jug to take with them, heading back to their spreads with their families, but now it was only a fair-sized crowd. The moment of excitement had been Mr. Tanner coming in. He had stood at the bar and lit a cigar and sipped two glasses of whiskey while Mr. Malson stood with him. Those who were out at the Maricopa pasture pointed out Mr. Tanner to those who hadnt been there. The reactions to seeing him were mostly the same. So that was Frank Tanner. He didnt look so big. They expected a man with his name and reputation to look different a man who traded goods to Mexican rebels and had a price on his head across the border and two dozen guns riding for him. Imagine paying all those men. He must do pretty well. He was a little above average height and was straight as a post, thin, with a thin, sunken-in face and a heavy moustache and eyes in the shadow of his hatbrim. He made a person look at him when he walked in, but once the person had looked, Tanner wasnt that different from anybody else. That was the reaction to Frank Tanner. That he was not so much after all. Still, while he was in De Spains, it seemed quieter, like everybody was holding back, though most of the men were trying to act natural and somebody would laugh every once in a while. Frank Tanner stayed fifteen minutes and left. Hed gone over to the Republic and shortly after, he and his wife were seen riding out of Lanoria in their buggy with a mounted Mexican trailing them, everyone coming to doors and windows to get a look at them. The men said boy, his wife was something a nice young thing and not too frail either, and the women admitted yes, she was pretty, but she ought to knot or braid her hair instead of letting it hang down like that; it made her look awful bold.
Frank Tanner had left De Spains over two hours ago. Now, the next one to come in, just a little while after the Maricopa rider, was Bob Valdez.