The Bridge

11

Before we left Doc Crumley’s office Virgil opened the door and looked into the back room again. He instructed Skinny Jack and Book to take turns keeping an eye on Bolger.

“Get him locked up as soon as the doc says he’s okay to be moved,” Virgil said.

“He’s not hurt. He’ll be walking easily on his own accord by morning,” Doc said.

“Keep the door locked and be ready if this brother of his wants to show up and lend a hand.”

“Will do,” Skinny Jack said.

Virgil nodded and moved to Grant and Elliott. They were watching him like trained lapdogs awaiting instruction.

“You boys want to press charges, I imagine?” Virgil said.

Grant looked to Elliott and Elliott looked to Grant. They looked back to Virgil and nodded in unison.

“We do,” Elliott said.

“Most certainly,” Grant said. “We need him to be unable to get to us.”

“Yes,” Elliott said. “He should be locked up.”

“Indeed,” Grant said. “But what about Ballard?”

“You got no idea where he is?” Virgil said.

They shook their heads.

“Know where he lives?” Virgil said.

“No,” Elliott said. “We have no idea.”

“When we first hired them they were so nice, polite, and clean actually,” Grant said. “But then, after a few runs up to the river bridge, they were always dirty and smelled of liquor. All the time. Elliott said something to them about drinking on the job and oh, my. That’s when we knew we had hired degenerate dregs.”

“They turned on me,” Elliott said. “And I thought they were going to kill me right then and there.”

Virgil looked to deputy Book.

“Get these fellas to fill out a full report, Book,” Virgil said. “Get it to the office and we’ll get it processed in the morning.”

“Yes, sir,” Book said.

Virgil looked back to Grant and Elliott.

“We’ll get this report filed with the DA’s office first thing,” Virgil said. “In the meantime, you boys find someplace to stay where you won’t be expected to stay. Don’t want this brother of his showing up to fuck with you.”

Grant looked to Elliott. His face twisted up. He started to cry. Virgil glanced to me and I followed him out the door.

The rain was still coming down and it seemed that it was getting a little colder. We stood under the overhang for a bit, watching the rain.

“Allie heard when Hal came and told me what went down in front of his café,” Virgil said. “She damn near bawled just thinking about the notion of something happening to you. Said she wouldn’t know what to do without you.”

I nodded but didn’t say anything.

“She gets scared,” Virgil said, “thinking about what we do.”

“You and me been at this line of work for a long time, Virgil,” I said. “It’s what we do.”

“Is,” Virgil said.

“She’s just never got used to it,” I said.

“No,” Virgil said. “She ain’t.”

“It’s not just gun work,” I said. “Lots of circumstances and incidents can be attributed to not being here on this Earth anymore.”

“The unexpected is always more expectant with gun work, though, Everett, you know that.”

“Is,” I said. “Of course it is.”

We watched the rain for a bit.

“Old Salt was right,” I said.

“’Bout?”

“Weather getting worse before it gets better.”

Virgil nodded and pulled his watch. He flipped open the lid and checked the time.

“Allie was thrilled to know you was okay,” Virgil said. “She was appreciative as well she wouldn’t have to cancel her ladies’ social shindig on account of something bad happening.”

“Appreciative?” I said.

Virgil nodded.

“What shindig?”

“For the traveling troupe,” he said, as he shut the lid on his timepiece and put it back in his pocket. “The mayor’s gonna formally welcome them.”

“Now?”

“’Bout an hour from,” Virgil said.

I thought about that for a moment as I watched the rain pour off the porch roof, making a trench line in the street between the boardwalk and hitch.

“You expected at this shindig?” I said.

“Seeing how you are upright and alive,” Virgil said. “We are.”

“How about we get a beer first?” I said.

“How ’bout it,” Virgil said with a nod.

We walked a bit, listening to the rain on the metal roof covering the boardwalk. We came to Grove’s Place, a lively saloon where cattlemen from the stockyards gathered.