Ironhorse

93

We rode past the next line dropping into a camp and continued on for about another quarter-mile before Jimmy John stopped and turned his bay slightly around to face us.

“The road is not too far ahead,” Jimmy John said. “We could ride for about four more poles, but not any farther.”

“Good. When we get there to the fourth pole, we’ll drop off the ridge to the right and find us a good place to leave the animals.”

Jimmy John nodded and led us on.

My lazy roan was doing pretty well for a flatland horse of poor conditioning. I moved him up a bit and sidled up next to Virgil and Berkeley as we rode on following Jimmy John.

“You given any detailed thought to what you was saying just now?” I said.

“About if we have to configure things differently?” Virgil said.

“Yep, like if this don’t pan out like what we are hedging on?” I said.

“Like if the girls are not here?” Virgil said.

“That, or worse.”

“Or nobody is here?” he said.

“That and all the other various possibilities,” I said.

“Various possibilities that might not provide us fortuitous circumstances?”

“Yes,” I said.

“No,” Virgil said. “I ain’t.”

Jimmy John’s bay shied, took a step to the side, and the other horses reacted a bit. Jimmy John looked back to us. He turned the bay quick and moved to us, stopping us.

“Horse,” he said with a hushed voice as he pointed ahead of us into the fog.

“You sure?” Virgil said quietly.

Jimmy John patted the side of his bay’s head and looked around back over his shoulder. “There, that way.” Jimmy John pointed again. “I heard it blow, even. It’s a ways ahead. Not sure. Could be one, could be many.”

Virgil looked around, and just behind us, to our right was a wash sloping south off from the ridge. He pointed to it, turned Cortez toward it, and we followed. The eroded section of the hillside dropped us below the ridge to a flat piece of ground, where Virgil dismounted. Berkeley, Jimmy John, and I did the same, pulled up to a halt and dismounted. Virgil tied off Cortez. We followed suit and tied off our mounts.

“Jimmy John,” Virgil said quietly. “Ready that stick ’n string.”

Jimmy John nodded and pulled his short bow from the side of his bay.

Virgil took out the Henry rifle from his scabbard and looked to Berkeley and me.

“Avoid gunfire on a have-to basis. ’Course, we find ourselves in a have-to situation,” Virgil said. “We do what we have to.”

Virgil cocked the Henry.

Jimmy John put one end of the bow to the side of the sole of his boot. He put a strain on the other end of the bow, contracting the hardwood, and strung it tight with its string. He lifted his sombrero, slid the quiver over his head, and positioned it on his back. He replaced his hat, pulled an arrow from the quiver, and nocked it ready to fly.

We moved back up the wash to the ridge and started walking east toward the direction where Jimmy John heard the horse. We stayed just below the crown of the ridge as we moved through the post oaks and pine. The fog made it hard for us to see.

Whoever we were expecting to encounter would most assuredly not see us any better than we could see them.

We moved slowly, quietly, with our weaponry at ready. We walked for forty, fifty yards or so, moving silently between the trees, and we heard something. We stopped, waited, and listened. After a minute or two, we continued forward very slowly. I saw some movement in the fog ahead and stopped. Virgil saw it, too, as did Berkeley and Jimmy John. We crouched low behind two boulders that looked like tombstones and focused our attention into the fog ahead. There was motion again, faint as it was in the dense forest mist, but it was there, we saw something, a shadow moving in the mist. We heard a branch break on the forest floor, followed by another. Whoever it was, they were coming our direction.

Virgil touched Jimmy John’s shoulder and pointed for him to get ready.

Jimmy John brought the bow up, pulled back the taut string to his cheek, and looked down the arrow, ready to let it fly.

I thought I could hear a horse breathing, and slowly, looming out of the fog, came a horse walking toward us.