The Bridge

59

“Cotters done it?” Virgil said. “You’re certain?”

Eddie nodded.

“Hell, yes, they did,” Eddie said. “Jim saw something in them the first day. He told me to stay away from them. He told me they was no good and he was right.”

“Tell me everything else you know about them,” Virgil said.

“Don’t know nothing, really,” Eddie said.

“What’d they look like?” I said.

“They kind of looked alike,” Eddie said. “Twenty-eight, thirty maybe, one was a little older, bigger, they both are good-size fellas, beards... I don’t know.”

“Any idea where they are, or where they could be?” Virgil said.

Eddie shook his head.

“I don’t,” Eddie said. “But Jim’s handle for them was ‘them boys from the brakes.’”

“The brakes?” I said.

Eddie nodded.

“Yaqui Brakes?” I said.

“I don’t know,” Eddie said. “Jim knew this country. I guess he was talking about the Yaqui Brakes, I don’t know. Jim said they bragged they had their own whorehouse or some shit, and that they’d supply him with all the ax he could handle.”

“Whorehouse?” I said.

Eddie nodded.

“You sure about that?”

“That’s what Jim said,” Eddie said.

“We been through there, Virgil,” I said.

“We have,” he said.

“Where is this,” Swickey said. “The Yaqui Brakes?”

“Brush country,” I said. “Off the tracks in bottomland between here and Yaqui.”

Virgil nodded.

“Rough holdout place,” Virgil said.

“It is,” I said. “Scrawny creek through there. Summer was sixty, seventy transient tenters, campers, when we was through there. Winter now, won’t be as many down there, I’d say. Southern no-good holdouts, mostly.”

Eddie nodded.

“Those boys were southerners,” Eddie said. “That’s for damn sure.”

“Whorehouse down there seems like the type of place they’d be,” I said.

“Least till they felt like they were in the clear,” Virgil said.

“Not that far,” I said. “Worth a try.”

“You going there?” Eddie said.

Virgil looked at me.

“If so,” Eddie said. “And if it’s okay with you, Mr. Swickey, I want to go with them.”

“Let these men do their job, Eddie,” Swickey said.

“Jim was my only family,” Eddie said.

“No matter,” Swickey said.

“Does matter,” Eddie said.

“These men are lawmen, Eddie,” Swickey said.

“There ain’t been a day gone by since I saw him hanging there that I’ve not thought about him, Mr. Swickey,” Eddie said. “He was good to me. We’d been together for a good long while. He taught me a lot. When I rode away that day, I felt like a coward for not going back and standing up for what was in my heart, and I’ve felt like a coward every day since... If it’s okay, I’d like to go.”

Swickey started to speak, but Eddie continued.

“But if you don’t want me to,” Eddie said, “I understand, but if so I quit.”

“Quit?” Swickey said.

“Just as soon quit you, Mr. Swickey,” Eddie said, “than to let Jim go like this, like I done.”

Eddie looked to Virgil and me.

“I’m no gun hand,” Eddie said. “Not really good with one, but I can be helpful. Just as soon die as live another day thinking about them and what they done to Jim.”

Swickey looked at Eddie for a long moment, then looked to Virgil.

“What about the ranchers?” Swickey said.

“What about them?” Virgil said.

“What is your order of priority?” Swickey said.

“As in looking for them?” Virgil said.

“Yes,” Swickey said. “I don’t know the new upstarts over here, but I do know some names of some of the older groups that could, not saying they are, but could, be behind this.”

“Better to snuff out the wick before pouring out the oil,” Virgil said.

“Is,” I said. “At least since we know the Yaqui Brakes might well prove to be their whereabouts.”

“No guarantee,” Swickey said.

“Never is,” Virgil said.

“You gonna go?” Eddie said.

“We are,” Virgil said.

“Okay I go?” Eddie said.

Virgil looked to me.

I nodded.

Virgil looked to Swickey.

Swickey looked to Eddie, then Virgil, and nodded.

“What would you like for me to do, Marshal Cole?” Swickey said.

“The best we can hope for,” Virgil said, “is we capture one of these mutts and get to the bottom of who paid them to do what they did. If for some reason that don’t play out for us in that fashion, you could let me know the names of outfits that you feel might be behind this.”

“Already have,” Swickey said.

Swickey pulled out a piece of paper from his vest pocket and handed it to Virgil.

Virgil looked at the paper. He read it and handed it to me.

“Good enough,” Virgil said.

“When will you go to the brakes?” Swickey said.

“Now,” Virgil said.

“And Eddie?” Swickey said.

Virgil looked to Eddie.

“You think you got the stomach for this?” Virgil said.

“I don’t got the stomach not to,” Eddie said.

Virgil nodded and stood up. He walked to the side door and looked out. He stepped outside.

“Skinny Jack,” Virgil called out. “Come here.”

Virgil walked back into the room and looked at everyone looking at him.

“Here we go,” Virgil said.