Outlaw Canyon
By Jack Sheriff
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Outlaw Canyon - Jack Sheriff
Part One
The Posse
Chapter One
When Rafe Laramie sent the coffee pot’s dregs hissing onto the fire’s dying embers, the dawn chill was coating the western foothills with glistening silvery dew, the sun still a distant promise endowing the southern peaks of the Bighorn Mountains with rims of gold.
Rafe, well over six feet tall, looked as wide as a barn door against the early morning light. As he moved away from the acrid reek of the dying fire and began rolling his bedding, he was determined to keep pushing his objections. He knew his arguments were weak and without substance, yet the forebodings would not go away. That meant if talking didn’t change Seth’s mind, he’d need to use force. He felt his muscles tightening with tension as he looked across at his brother.
‘I can’t see any good coming out of it, that’s why,’ he said. ‘Besides, I can’t see the point in visiting a Wyoming town we don’t know, for a reason you haven’t yet dreamed up, when it’s going to take us miles out of our way.’
Younger brother Seth was just as stubborn.
‘The reason is I can see Alamo down there. The Bighorn River’s shrouded in mist, but that town’s roofs are beckoning to me like the golden towers of ancient Babylon – and if that’s too flowery for you, then how about this: we’ve been too long on the trail. In the past few days we’ve come down from the Laramie Mountains, crossed the North Platte, crossed the Powder, crossed Crazy Woman Creek. Last night we pushed through Powder River Pass, then slept rough – like we have every night for the past, what, six months? – and I’ve had enough. I need a shave, I stink like an old hog—’
‘Yeah,’ Rafe said quickly, seeing the opening. ‘I’ve been telling you that for days, Seth. My concern is, you look so bad I’m scared if you set foot in any town people will take you for a bank robber. If that happens I’ll be wasting even more time talking you out of a jail cell.’
Seth, stocky and muscular, paused in the act of saddling his blue roan.
‘You mean you are considering going there? You’re backing down?’
‘No, that’s not what I’m doing,’ Rafe said, glaring. ‘All right, the idea of a hot bath is appealing. I’m sick to death of jerky. The food we’ve been dishing up is either a greasy mess, or something only a horse could chew. My mouth’s watering even now at the thought of a thick steak sizzling in a clean pan. But that bit about you getting arrested was only part jesting. I told you I smell trouble. Instinct’s telling me to steer clear of Alamo, so what I’m doing is working hard to make you see sense.’
Seth shook his head. He settled the saddle, and bent to tighten the cinch. When he straightened up, he was frowning.
‘We’ve already been through a heap of trouble in the two years since we left southern Texas, and we’ve always come out on top. We’ve out-gunned drunken cowboys who figured shooting us was more fun than drilling holes in a few false fronts. Got out of smoky New Mexico cantinas with our hides still unperforated when the odds were telling us we hadn’t a hope in hell.’ He nodded pointedly at Rafe. ‘And we’ve also bested mean fellows who’d fought on the side of the North and took exception to the pale colour of your army jacket—’
‘Yours too, you’re still wearing it and we were on the same side—’
‘So maybe it was that you’ve got the smell of officer about you and any fool can see I was an enlisted man—’
‘Or maybe more than a few we fell foul of got all fired up by that belligerent attitude you have, that side of your nature that won’t let you forget you’re not still fighting a war.’
‘Yeah, maybe,’ Seth said reluctantly. He stepped back from his horse and stood with hands on hips. ‘OK, you’ve made your point in a dozen different ways, and I’m getting tired of arguing. I don’t agree with you, can’t understand why you want to avoid Alamo when we both stink to high heaven and look like drifters who’ve been trampled in the mud by a herd of rogue steers. But in another couple of weeks we’ll be home, seven long years after we rode out to seek our fortunes. We never did manage that. Instead we wound up wearin’ ourselves out fighting in a four-year war, and now I aim to get home in one piece. If that means staying out of trouble – even if for the life of me I can’t see where that trouble’s coming from – then I’m willing to try.’
‘Trying’s not needed, Seth. All we do is stay out of trouble spots.’
‘For Christ’s sake, Alamo’s nothing more than a small town on the Bighorn.’
‘Instinct’s telling me otherwise,’ Rafe said bluntly. ‘And if you hadn’t backed down, staying away from Alamo would have been an order, by the way – and don’t forget I outranked you in the war, and I outrank you now in family seniority.’
‘But never in brains.’ The muscles in Seth’s jaw were bunched. ‘And let me tell you, big Brother, you’ll never know how close those last stupid remarks about me backing down came to making me dig in my heels till hell froze over.’
Disgruntled, but finally prepared to accept defeat, he turned away with a dark look in his eyes that clearly told Rafe to accept what he’d got, and back off.
They finished breaking camp together. By the time they mounted up and started their horses down the rocky slopes leading to the beckoning grasslands, the sun had risen above the mountains to warm their backs and was lifting the mist off the Bighorn River.
Their route took them due west through lush green cattle country sandwiched between the still-shaded Bighorn Mountains at their backs, the hazy, sun-drenched Rocky Mountains some eighty miles away to their front. By midday their horses were splashing through the Nowood, a tributary of the Bighorn River, spray kicked up by dancing hoofs glistening like cascades of glittering jewels in the sunlight.
Once across the river, Rafe decreed that they take a well-earned break. After swilling their faces in the icy river they ate a meal of cold jerky washed down with lukewarm water from their canteens, then stretched out – well apart, for Seth was still grumbling – on the river-bank in the dappled shade of a stand of aspen.
At noon on that hot summer’s day both Rafe and Seth fell asleep and slept like drunken ’punchers, the impromptu break dragging on long enough to wipe out most of the afternoon. Rafe stirred first. He squinted through the trees and saw Seth flat on his back and snoring into his Stetson in the lengthening shadows. A glance at the sun told him they must have slept for four hours, and he shook his head in disbelief. Then, yawning, he looked with misgivings at ominous storm clouds gathering over the Bighorn Mountains and, without haste, climbed to his feet and began preparing to move off.
Eventually Seth regained consciousness. When he was back in the saddle, slack of limb, bleary-eyed but ready to go, Rafe pointed them towards the north and led the way at a steady canter along the Nowood’s grassy bank. They were following the direction indicated by a trail that lay in the open a little to their left, but were able to slip in and out of the shade of groves of cottonwoods straggling along the edge of the river. The scent of the water, clean and cool as it flowed over a mostly rocky bed, was causing their mounts to prick their ears and try to slow the pace.
An hour later, Seth, making a great show of sniffing the air, swore he could smell the town of Alamo and began casting imploring glances in Rafe’s direction. A short while after that, Rafe looked keenly ahead and realized at once that he’d slipped up.
‘Dammit,’ he said, drawing rein. ‘Do you see what I see? We got ourselves a soaking up to the waist crossing that river back there – and we had no need to. That trail leads arrow straight to Alamo; the town’s sitting snug in the fork where the Nowood shoots off south-east from the Bighorn. To avoid it we should’ve followed the east bank of that pesky river. Now we’ve got to cross back over.’
‘Or,’ Seth said, ‘now you’ve got us this close to the town—’
‘No, sir,’ Rafe said, jaw tight. ‘That choppy water a couple of hundred yards ahead tells me there’s a wide ridge rising close to the surface. Just there it’ll be shallow enough to cross without getting soaked again, and that’s what we’ll do.’
Seth took the rebuff in silence. Rafe touched his horse with his heels and urged it down the bank. The slope was gentle. The river was lapping the shiny mud and course shingle at the edge of the grass, and Rafe let his grateful horse splash its way upriver through the shallows.
Then, without warning, their luck began to run out like grain from a split sack.
‘Riders heading this way, from Alamo,’ Seth called. ‘Two of ’em, riding like the Devil’s on their heels.’
Rafe glanced back. His brother had held his roan to the firmer ground higher up the bank, and so had a better view. Vaguely uneasy, Rafe pushed on, still looking sideways and up the slope. A few seconds more and the sound of hoofs reached his ears above the splash and hiss of the water. Then Seth was easing his roan down the bank. He came up behind Rafe as the two riders thundered on by. Rapidly, the drum of hoofs faded into a dying whisper of sound.
Seth pulled alongside Rafe. His eyes, Rafe noticed, were darting nervously, his face set.
‘I think you were right about that town,’ Seth said. ‘What I smell now is trouble. We’re on the wrong side of the river, big Brother, let’s make for that ford you spotted.’
‘D’you get a good look at those two?’
‘Enough. Rough, unshaven, armed to the teeth. It’s a fine summer’s day. Where we’re at now is an earthly paradise, so why were