Novel 1966 - The Broken Gun (v5.0) (13 page)

At the ranch house lights were on in the living room and the playroom. Doris was having a drink, and the radio was playing softly; it was a setting completely out of tune with the situation. Doris looked across her glass at me and smiled.

“Well, well! Look who’s here!”

“It was you,” I said. “I just couldn’t stay away. I kept remembering how you looked in that bathing suit.”

She laughed, but the expression in her eyes was cool, calculating. This was a girl with a mind like a computer, and at the center of it but one thought:
What’s good for Doris
?

She was the strongest, Benton the weakest of them all; and if we had a chance it would come from one or the other of them. If somehow we could make Benton Seward more afraid of what might come from our deaths than from what might happen if we did not die, we might save ourselves. On the other hand, if we were to try to work on Doris, we would have to convince her that her only sure way of winning was if we lived.

“I want a drink,” Seward said, and went over to the bar.

Mark Wilson looked after him irritably, then exchanged a glance with Colin.

“How soon is supper?” Colin asked Doris. “I’m hungry.”

“It won’t be long.” She looked over at me. “Now you’ve got him, what are you going to do with him?”

Nobody wanted to say it. They were all thinking it, but nobody wanted actually to use the words. Pio sensed it, too, and grinned.

“Better’n Korea,” he said to me. “Warmer, anyway.”

Seward looked around. “What’s that mean? What’s between you two?”

“We were in Korea together.” I sat back on my chair. “We escaped together. We were captured, and we escaped again.”

“That greaser was a soldier?” Jimbo asked.

“And a good one,” I said. “A first-class fighting man. By actual count he killed twenty-seven Red Chinese during our escape.”

They looked at me, and then at him, but they did not believe it.

“
Him?
” Jimbo sneered.

“Bully boy,” I said, “Pio could take you in an alley and ruin you. You never saw the day you could handle one side of him. He can invent more dirty fighting on the spur of the moment than you’ve heard of in all your life.”

“Maybe we’ll see,” Jimbo said belligerently. “Maybe we’ll go out in the corral and see.”

“If you’re going to give out any favors,” I said, “let me have the first chance.”

“You?” He stared at me.

“Me,” I said.

“I’d like to see that,” Doris said. “I really would.” And she meant it.

“There’ll be none of that,” Colin said. “Now shut up and let’s get something to eat.”

Seward toyed with his glass, his expression sour. He had hoped to avoid this, to be somewhere else when it happened—whatever it was that was going to happen. He was a frightened man.

Mark Wilson had drifted out of the room, and I heard him outside giving directions to some cowhands. Most of the ones who could not be relied on to keep their mouths shut were no doubt out at line shanties by this time. The hands who were on the place would be the tough and tested ones. Wilson would be posting guards.

Why had they not killed us at once? Was there still someone around who might have heard what was going on? Or had they some other plan in mind?

And where was Belle?

“A good poker player,” I suggested suddenly, “throws in his hand when he doesn’t have the cards; and when the cards run against him he’ll cash in and get out of the game—if he’s smart.”

“Only you can’t cash in,” Jimbo said. “You haven’t anything to cash.”

Doris was looking at me thoughtfully, and I said, “Some men can take prison; no woman can. Not if she wants to remain beautiful.”

After a minute I added, “No matter what happens here tonight, nothing will ever be the same again. It will be months before the investigation ends, and at the end of it a lot of doors will be closed; so even if you win, you lose.

“Right from the first,” I continued, “it was a plan that was full of holes. There were so many things you didn’t know. You assumed I was a city boy who wouldn’t be at home on a horse. If there was an accident, you thought nobody would be surprised. As a matter of fact, everybody who knows me, and a lot of people who just know about me, would be surprised. They all know that I can ride.

“From the first, this business was planned with no careful thought, no real understanding. You thought killing me would end the matter, but that would only be the beginning.

“By now Riley will have established the connection between Pio and me. Our story received a good bit of attention at the time, and the information is in both our records.

“During an interview I mentioned the Toomeys. By this time Riley knows that, and that will lead him here. So, if Pio and I are gone, you’d better have some good explanations. Of course, they won’t do any good, but even if they did, even if you come out of this unscathed, how long will it be before Dad Styles, Rip Parker, or Floyd starts getting notions? So after you kill us, who do you kill next?”

“Shut up,” Colin said. “You talk too much.”

The room was silent. Doris Wells was, if I read her correctly, a woman completely concerned with herself—her beauty, her comforts, her pleasures. I had no doubt that had things gone well she would have been content to live out her life with Colin; but what I hoped to do was to convince her that this was a sinking ship, and that her one chance of saving herself was to free Pio and myself.

Ice rattled in a glass as Bent Seward fixed himself another one.

Mark Wilson stuck his head in the door. “Soup’s on,” he said, and disappeared. Jimbo got up and stretched, then started for the door. Nobody else moved.

“By now,” I said, as if talking to myself, “my secretary is calling the motel. She won’t have received the next tape and she will be worried.”

“Let’s get Belle in here and get it over with,” Colin said, but he did not move.

They had not tied either of us, but now, with Doris holding the gun, they did so. Colin did the tying, with Benton watching sourly.

Then Doris and Colin went into the next room. We heard the subdued rattle of dishes, followed by quiet. Bent Seward was sitting down, drinking.

“No need for you to get caught in the middle,” I said; “this wasn’t your idea.”

“They goin’ to be worried about you,” Pio said.

“Don’t be silly,” Seward said, trying to appear confident.

“You could get out of this,” I said.

“You could turn us loose.”

“Are you kidding?”

“By this time my secretary is calling my publisher. He should be in Denver today. She will tell him she hasn’t heard from me and is worried.” This was unlikely, but knowing Marie, I knew it was possible. “My publisher is a nervous man, and he will be worried too. He and the governor were fraternity brothers. By midnight the State Highway Police will be making inquiries.”

Seward was sweating. He looked at the floor, then slumped back in his chair, staring at the ice in his empty glass.

Pio hitched himself to the edge of the sofa. He was looking at the table. My eyes followed his to the cigarette lighter.

“You could get out of this, Seward,” I said again. “You could turn us loose, get in your car, and drive off. As far as that goes, you could drive us to the capital.”

“We wouldn’t get off the place. He will have the gates closed and guarded, long ago.”

“Leave that to us,” Pio said.

Just then Colin thrust his head in the door. “You’d better get something to eat, Bent,” he said. “We’re going to take care of this right after breakfast.”

“What about us?” I asked.

He ignored me, and closed the door behind him.

I looked at Seward again. “Well, there it is,” I said. “You can’t procrastinate much longer. And if you don’t act,” I added softly, “somebody else might; and they would get the break from the law for helping us.”

He stood up and started to speak, then turned and walked out of the room.

“Well,” Pio said, “we tried.”

We had tried, and all that we had said was likely to be true. The trouble was, it would happen too late. I didn’t think they had any chance of getting away with it, but they were moving ahead as if unable to stop, and we were going to be killed.

The fact that it would prove to be a useless crime wasn’t going to help us in the least. We would be dead.

Chapter 10

T
HE DOOR OPENED and Jimbo came back into the room. The moment he looked at me I knew what he had come for. He held a sandwich in one hand and he was chewing a large bite of it. In the other hand he held a beer. He put the mug down on a table and looked at me, and then at Pio. Carefully, then, he put the sandwich down beside it and walked across the room.

He lifted his heavy hand and slapped me across the mouth.

I just looked at him, not saying a word. That seemed to infuriate him, and he turned my chin gently with his fingers and drew back his right fist. As he started the punch, with legs spread, Pio fell over on the floor behind him. I slipped the punch by moving my head, then using my braced feet, shot myself off the sofa. My skull took him in the midsection and he toppled back over Pio.

He struck the floor, his head hitting hard, and Pio threw himself across Jimbo’s legs. I had lunged after him, and falling, dug my knee into his throat. He squirmed and grunted, but we had our dead weight on him and he could not throw us off.

Suddenly the door opened behind us. “Jimbo—”

It was Colin. I caught the startled expression on his face, and then he was running toward us. Grabbing me by the collar, he gave me a jerk, but I fell against him as Jimbo rolled free, and as Jimbo got up Pio lunged at him and sank his teeth into his neck.

Jimbo ripped him off and threw him to the floor, then rushed at me, aiming a wild kick at my head. I was on my knees, so I threw myself against his leg and knocked him off balance. He staggered, and Colin gave me a shove toward the sofa.

Jimbo’s face was white with rage. He started for me, but Colin grabbed him. “Stop, you fool!
Stop it, I say!
”

A trickle of blood ran from the side of Jimbo’s neck where Pio had bitten him, and his eyes were glazed with a wild, unreasoning fury.

Violently, he threw Colin off and came for me again, but at that instant the phone rang. At the sharp jangle of sound everyone froze into immobility.

Jimbo stared wildly, startled into awareness. As Colin reached for the phone the door opened and Doris appeared. “Let me have that!” she said.

“Doris!”
It was a shrill, unpleasant feminine voice that came over the wire. “Doris Wells, where
have
you been? I’ve been trying to get you for
ages!
We tried all afternoon, and I just can’t imagine you all being out at one time! Esther and Andy are over here, and we thought if you didn’t mind we’d run over for a dip, and—”

“I’m afraid it’s out of the question tonight. We—”

“But we wouldn’t
disturb
you! We’d just come over for a dip, and—”

“Call the police!” I interrupted. My voice was clear. “Call them right now, whoever you are! Call Detective Tom Ri—”

For a moment no one reacted to my words—but only for a moment. Then Colin threw himself at me, and grabbed my throat in his hands.

But even as his hands grasped my throat, I was rolling with the movement, and he went over onto the floor, and I jerked my knees up into his belly.

Doris slammed the telephone down. “You
fools!
” she was screaming. “Can’t you do anything
right!
”

Colin Wells got up off the floor. He took time to brush himself off. He was suddenly in command. “Doris,” he said, “get some highball glasses in here. I want three or four of them half empty. I want half-smoked cigarettes…several of them…in all the ashtrays. I want it to look as if we’ve been having a party.

“And then I want you to get Belle. We’ll settle this matter right here and now.”

Pio lay where he had been thrown, but his eyes were on me, bright and hard. He seemed to be trying to say something to me.

Doris got busy, arranging the room. Then she went out, and it was only a few minutes until she returned with Belle Dawson. There was a welt on Belle’s cheekbone and a small cut on her jaw. She had been struck hard, more than once.

But when she looked over at us, she smiled, and I grinned back at her.

Colin wasted no time. “Belle, we’re buying you out.” He placed a sheet of paper before her on the table. “Sign here.”

“I’ll do nothing of the sort,” she said calmly.

“You haven’t any choice, Belle, none whatsoever. We’ve waited too long for this, and we will wait no longer.”

“Don’t give them anything, Belle,” I said. “They are murderers who come from a long line of murderers. All you see here is founded on cattle and land stolen from your family.”

Colin waited me out, and then said simply, “All that is no longer important. Sign this paper and we will let you go.”

They had come up close to Belle, intent on her and the paper.

My eyes went to Doris. She stood at one side, and she was not looking at Belle, but at me. I knew what she was thinking. That telephone call had been the second call for help, this one from the Wells ranch instead of the Seward place. And this one was almost sure to have been heard.

I had no idea who the woman on the other end of the line had been, but my hunch was that she was a talkative one who even now was exclaiming over what she had heard. She might even call the police, and she had sounded the sort who in the event of an investigation would be only too willing to talk on the witness stand.

Doris seemed hesitant, and I had an idea that she had given up on Colin. Now she was thinking of how she could come out of this and not lose everything. Suggestively, I lifted my hands, bound together at the wrists.

Doris deliberately walked around the table and stood beside me and then edged past me. As she did so, she thrust something into my fingers, which I concealed.…A nail file.

“Colin,” Doris said now, “there isn’t time for that now. If I know Hazel, she will be on her way over here. Get them out. Hide them until she’s gone.”