Vengeance Creek: The Sons of Daniel Shaye

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Shaye considered giving Colon some money to buy supplies, but decided not to risk it. The Mexican might just go and spend it on whiskey. Instead he took him to a nearby bathhouse, paid for him to have a bath, then told him to come to the office when he was finished.

“Don’t make me come lookin’ for you, Berto,” he added.

“No, señor,” Colon said, dreading the bath, “I will not.”

Shaye left him there and went back to the sheriff’s office, to find his sons waiting for him.

Shaye listened while his sons related to him the events of the past hour or so.

“So we really couldn’t see anything unusual about the horses’ tracks in the stalls,” Thomas said, “and James looked over their horses and couldn’t find anything.”

“Did they have the same brand?”

Thomas and James exchanged a glance. James had lifted the horses’ legs to inspect the hooves because he thought he might see something there, but neither brother had inspected the brand on either horse. Shaye knew this from the looks on their faces.

“Okay, it doesn’t matter,” Shaye said. “You have to get on the trail or it’s gonna be too cold to follow.”

“When should we leave, Pa?” Thomas asked.

“Within the hour. Get yourselves outfitted to spend a lot of time on the trail. You both remember last time.”

“Yes, Pa,” James said. “We remember.”

“Pa,” Thomas said, “we don’t have a posse.”

“I got you some help.”

“You did?” James said.

“Who did you get?”

The door opened at that moment and the gunsmith, Ralph Cory, entered. He was carrying a rifle, saddlebags, and was wearing a gun belt.

Thomas and James both looked at their father expectantly.

“Boys, this is Ralph Cory,” he said. “Cory, my sons—and deputies—Thomas and James.”

Thomas approached Cory with his hand out. “I’m Thomas. You’re the gunsmith, right?”

Cory shook hands, looked past Thomas at Shaye for a moment, then said, “That’s right.” Obviously, he’d expected Shaye to have told his sons who he really was by now.

“Glad to meet you.”

James also shook hands with Cory.

“Is this what you meant when you said you got us some help?” Thomas asked Shaye, then said to Cory, “No offense.”

“None taken.”

“Yes,” Shaye said, “Mr. Cory and one other man.”

“One more?” James asked. “Four of us?”

“Better than just the two of you,” Shaye said.

“Pa,” Thomas said, “we can handle this.”

“Thomas,” Shaye said, “what were the brands on those horses again?”

Thomas looked down and James looked away.

“Who’s the second man?” Cory asked.

“He should be here in any minute,” Shaye said. “His name is Rigoberto Colon.”

“The drunk?” Cory asked.

“Rigoberto, Pa?” Thomas asked.

“Sober, he’s a good man.”

“When is he sober?” James asked.

“He knows horses,” Shaye said, “and he can handle a gun.”

“And what does Mr. Cory bring to the table?” Thomas asked.

Cory left it to Shaye to answer.

“Cory can track,” Shaye said, “and he can handle a gun.”

There was an awkward moment, then James said, “Well, it sounds good to me. The sooner we hit the trail, the better.”

“James,” Shaye said, “I’d like you to take Mr. Cory over to the livery and show him the stall where the horses were. Also, show him the horses the bank robbers left behind.”

“Yes, Pa.”

“Answer whatever questions he has,” Shaye added. “Fill him in. And get him a horse. Tell Hill the town will pay him.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Thomas….”

“Yes, sir?”

“Ribogerto is going to have to be outfitted. Clothes, gun, horse…take him and get him whatever he needs. Tell the merchants the town will pay.”

“Yes, Pa.”

“Be back here by three. You should have enough light left to pick up the trail…don’t you think, Ralph?”

Cory nodded. At that moment the door opened and a clean, wet-haired Rigoberto Colon walked in, looking sheepish.

“Berto, that’s Ralph Cory. He’ll be goin’ along.”

“The gunsmith, es verdad?”

“That’s right.”

“Con mucho gusto,” Colon said, shaking the man’s hand.

“Berto, these are my sons, Thomas and James. Thomas is gonna take you and buy you what you need.”

Thomas walked over to Colon, shook his hand and asked, “Shall we go?”

“Bien,” Colon said. “I am ready. Lead the way, Tomas.”

“Thomas, when he’s outfitted, take him to the livery and show him what we have as well—and get him a horse.”

“Yes, Pa.”

As they left, Cory said to Shaye, “Can I talk to you for a minute?”

“Sure.”

James looked from his father to the gunsmith and back, then said, “I’ll just wait outside.”

After James left, Shaye asked, “What’s on your mind, Cory?”

“You haven’t told your boys who I really am.”

“No.”

“Why not?”

“I thought that would be up to you,” Shaye said. “All they have to know is that you’re willin’ to help. The rest is your business.”

Cory studied Shaye for a moment, then asked, “What about the Mexican?”

“What about him?’

“Is he just a borracho? Or is he not who he seems?”

“I guess that’ll be up to him to say too, if he chooses.”

Cory stared at Shaye for a few more moments, then nodded as if satisfied with the answers he’d gotten and left.