The Robbery At Boulder Halt
By Matt Laidlaw
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The Robbery At Boulder Halt - Matt Laidlaw
Chapter One
There was sweat on his face and on his hands and he cursed softly as the rifle he was loading with bright brass shells slipped, the muzzle poking into the dirt between his boots. He looked up to see Owen watching him from the shadows under the wet trees and at once flashed a grin that split his beardless face and brought a defiant glint to his blue eyes.
‘I guess you was like this, before your first bank job,’ he said shakily. ‘All fingers and thumbs, mouth as sour as a desert water-hole?’
‘You’ll be fine,’ Owen Lawson said, ‘soon’s we ride into town.’
He slipped the thin Bowie knife he had been using on his fingernails into his right boot, climbed to his feet and walked past the boy crouched by the flickering fire. As the moon drifted across a fleeting gap between monstrous clouds, his long shadow followed him in an arc across the shine of the wet leaves as he crossed to the tethered horses under the trees where Adam was talking with Tom.
‘The kid’s findin’ it tough,’ he said, and saw the two exchange glances. Then tall, rawboned Adam Lawson pulled a cinch tight with a snap and shrugged.
‘There ain’t no easy way of snatchin’ that much money.’
‘Always supposin’ there’s as much loot there as you say there is,’ Tom Lawson said. His horse was saddled, ready, the man as lean and angular as his twin brother and with the same obstinate look on his handsome, bearded face that was a direct challenge to Owen.
Owen Lawson nodded, his back suddenly tight, his breathing shallow.
‘Yeah, I figured as much. You two are still arguing about how much goddamn cash we stand to gain instead of—’
‘It’s got to be worth it,’ Tom said stubbornly. He straightened, squaring his bony shoulders, his frame matching that of the rangy sorrel horse. ‘Ain’t no use—’
‘For Christ’s sake!’ Owen Lawson said. ‘If there ain’t enough cash in that safe then we ride to the next town, do it again. And again, and again, for as long as it takes.’
‘But not too long,’ Tom said.
‘Every time,’ Adam said, his eyes bleak, ‘the risks’ll get higher, and all for—’
Owen stepped forward, and for an instant it seemed that he would hit his tall, lean brother. Then, moving with deceptive speed, Tom came away from the sorrel and Owen was hemmed in, his fist bunched, his lips white with anger. He took a breath; the moment passed. ‘We’re doing this for Ike,’ he said, his eyes locked on Adam’s face, his will a blazing force lighting his blue eyes. ‘What’s at stake here is your brother’s life.’
‘That’s what was at stake,’ Adam said. ‘What’s at stake as soon as we walk into that bank is the lives of Ike Lawson’s four younger brothers.’ His gaze was steady, his high cheekboned face registering deep concern. ‘You think Ma could accept that? Would allow you to take that awful risk?’
‘For God’s sake!’ Owen said. ‘You’re putting me in one hell of a cleft stick, Adam. Ike is Ma’s first-born. A grown man, sure, but still the boy she loves more than life itself. With him facing the hangman’s noose in Austin jail that makes me senior, makes the family my responsibility. Ma’s looking to me to bring him home, not those four owlhoot pards Ike’s got setting there in Austin looking for ways to bust him out. Us, not them – and you know why. So we do it, and how it’s done. . . .’ He paused, rubbed his hands on his thighs, biting back the words doesn’t matter
because they suggested sentiments at odds with those of a man who had just voiced his responsibility for the family’s safety.
‘How it’s done,’ he said quietly, ‘is not for Ma to know.’
‘Unless it goes wrong,’ Adam said.
‘Right now,’ Owen Lawson said, ‘things are about as wrong as they can get. So forget what Ike is, or what he’s done. He’s Lawson, and he’s kin. I figure that’s worth any risk, don’t you?’
‘Yeah, dammit, he’s a Lawson, but—’
‘No buts. And you know Tom’s right. We can’t take too long over this. In Austin, lawyers cost money. Your brother’ll hang for murder ’less we produce one, and fast. So we get cash, and when we’ve got it, one of of us goes for a long ride in one hell of a hurry.’
‘Which is exactly why I was pointin’ out the risks,’ Adam said. ‘Ain’t no sense gettin’ hold of a pile of cash money, if every damn one of us is dead.’
‘All right,’ Owen said. ‘So we take one step at a time.’
‘If you fellers argue much longer, Ike’ll be dead and buried.’
The boy had moved away from the fire, the Winchester now gleaming, his strong hands firm on the oiled weapon. There was still the sheen of sweat on his young face, but now there was a strange light in his eyes. Unnaturally wide, they caught the high cold light of dawn filtering through the trees where he stood and became luminous. He was a trapped animal, his eyes the window to a soul in which common sense and the raw courage of youth were being swamped by panic. For an instant, that panic threatened to spread in waves over the three men who had been startled by his silent approach. Then the boy turned his head. A twig crackled underfoot as he came closer. The reflected light in his blue eyes winked out, the illusion abruptly dispelled.
‘Time we was gone,’ he said, and jerked a thumb at the bleak dawn skies.
‘He’s right,’ Owen said gruffly, and moved to let his hand rest lightly on the boy’s shoulder. ‘So let’s go over it one more time—’
‘Jesus!’ Adam Lawson breathed disgustedly, then slid his eyes away from Owen’s furious glance.
‘I ride in first,’ Owen said. ‘You three keep a check on the time, follow so’s you’re riding into town from the west as the bank opens on the stroke of nine. We all know where the marshal’ll be. He takes cash to the bank every day at that same time. So just watch for me. If there’s trouble, you’ll see me mount up, ride out the east side of town. If all’s well, I’ll cross the street and go into the bank.’
‘Robbin’ a bank is all trouble,’ Adam said. ‘A man can spend twelve months makin’ plans, see every goddamn one of them blown away when—’
‘Follow me into the bank as fast as you can,’ Owen said. ‘Buck, when we’re inside, you watch the horses.’
‘Sure,’ Buck Lawson said. He hefted the Winchester and grinned. ‘Anyone makes a move, I’ll—’
‘That deputy comes out of the jail, you fire a shot into the air then get the hell out of town. Same thing goes if you hear shooting from inside the bank. Don’t wait around. Don’t take chances. Mount up, get the hell out of there and head for home.’
The wind sighed. Overhead, branches rustled. Heavy drops spattered the ground. The rain had cleared, but the skies were lowering. A day to match the grimness of what they were planning, Owen Lawson reflected, and for an instant his hand tightened on his youngest brother’s shoulder.
Then, decisively, he pushed him away.
‘All clear?’
They nodded. Adam Lawson. Then Tom Lawson. Last of all but the most eagerly, the eighteen-year-old boy, Buck Lawson, who was fighting a plucky battle against fear.
‘All right,’ said Owen Lawson. ‘Let’s get this over with.’
Chapter Two
Caught and lifted by the wind, a sheet of rain swept horizontally across Boulder Halt’s main street. It rattled across the rusting trash cans in the alley, added its slickness to the shiny timbers of the plankwalk fronting the blind windows of the mercantile, spattered the pools and greasy mud under the empty hitch-rail as the gust swirled and died.
On the other side of the street, the door of the jail rattled, then banged open. Yellow lamplight flooding from the opening was a warm contrast to the wet, grey morning. A big man reluctantly emerged, a badge glittering on the front of his mackinaw. He turned, spoke briefly to the tall, lean man framed in the doorway. Then he threw a swift glance up and down the street, settled his Stetson firmly on his long black hair and tugged his coat collar up around his ears. Behind him, the door slammed to. Carrying a small linen sack, he started along the plankwalk, his shoulder tight up against the fronts of the buildings as the wind moaned.
From a doorway directly opposite the bank, Owen Lawson drew deeply on the cigarette in his cupped hand and watched the town marshal dispassionately. He saw him walk as far as the Land Office, step down from the plankwalk, heard the muttered curse as booted feet sank to the ankles in mud, watched him angle across the street, head ducked against the driving rain. The lawman looked up once, splashed past the rail where Owen’s horse stood with drooping head, pushed open the bank’s heavy door and stepped inside.
One man. The bank’s first customer. And the street was empty.
To the left of the door,