Story Idea by Nesciri
Disclaimer: Ed Spielman created the characters of The Young Riders for television. The series aired on ABC TELEVISION from 1989 - 1992.
As soon as he opened the door, Buck knew he had made a mistake. As he started to apologize to Mrs. Jenkins, he heard Tompkins yelling from across the room.
"What did you do now, Boy?"
Buck glanced up, he felt the anger inside him start to surface. He fought back the urge to tell Tompkins off, and turned back to the elderly lady by his side. "I'm terribly sorry, M'am. Let me help you with this. I'll be happy to pay for anything I damaged."
"Don't be silly," the lady responded. "It was my fault as much as it was yours. You just help me gather this up and keep me from blowin' away outside, and we'll call it even."
Buck smiled. "Thank you," he whispered as he bent to help Mrs. Jenkins gather her spilled supplies.
Tompkins decided he wasn't getting the response he wanted so he made his way over to where Buck and Mrs. Jenkins were busy gathering her items. "I'll take care of her," Tompkins said pushing Buck out of his way. "If anything needs to be replaced; I'll just charge Miss Shannon."
Buck caught himself as he started to fall from Tompkins' push, and stood up. "No," he said. "If anything needs to be replaced, I'll pay for it. Not Emma." Tompkins glared at Buck. "Fine. I'll send word on what you owe me. Now, get out of my store. I've told you before I don't want your kind in here."
Buck swallowed his answer and his anger. He knew it would do no good to argue with the man. Tompkins' hatred for Indians was strong and ran deep. Buck turned to Mrs. Jenkins. "I’m really sorry." He then turned to make his way over to where Lou was gathering supplies for the station.
"The door's behind you," said Tompkins. "Be careful not to hit anyone else as you leave."
Buck sighed and left the store. He contemplated waiting for Mrs. Jenkins and helping her as she left the store, but decided he didn't want Tompkins to have an excuse to cause a bigger scene. Being reprimanded for something that was an accident was something Buck had grown accustom to, but it still hurt that people always assumed it was his fault when things went wrong. Buck made his way back to his horse, mounted, and rode to where Jimmy and Cody sat with the buck board.
"You get Lou?" asked Jimmy.
Buck shook his head no. It was too windy to sit here and explain everything, besides which Buck really just wanted to leave. "Tompkins wouldn't let me past the door," he replied and rode on out of town. He headed towards the river and the place he'd found that was secluded enough for him to set up a prayer area. Maybe a bath and a prayer would make him feel better.
The two men watched as Buck rode by. They thought about robbing him just to have something to do, but decided it wasn't worth the effort. The only thing he appeared to have of value was his horse, and it he was from around these parts it would be recognized. They didn't want to draw attention to themselves, or they'd never be able to finish their business here. No, they'd just wait quietly here outside of town like they'd been instructed. Hopefully their boss would return soon. It was getting a bit cool and the wind wasn't helping any. "If he don't get here before dark, I'm headin' into town," said Jasper. His surly companion nodded his agreement.
"Not a bad idea," said Cutler as he rode into camp. "A hot bath, meal, and a soft bed are just what we need. Tomorrow we can get supplies and be on our way."
The other two quickly mounted and the threesome headed into Sweetwater. After visiting the hotel and cleaning up the three met at the saloon to eat and go over their plans. They found a corner in the back where no one would bother them, quickly ate their meal, and then Cutler cleared the table and produced a map for the others to study.
"Jasper, go get us some beer," Cutler told his companion. "Me and Wilson here will see what we can figure out since you don't know these parts and we do"
Jasper unfolded tall frame from the chair and ambled over to the bar. Wilson scooted his chair over so he could get a better look at the map. "Damn," he said as he looked it over.
"So, what'd ya learn?" asked Jasper as he put the beers down on the table.
"Seems we have a small problem," said Cutler.
"What's that?" asked Jasper.
"Seems my good friend Everett failed to mention that his map showed us a buried treasure in the middle of Kiowa sacred land. Gonna be tricky gettin' it outta there," explained Cutler.
"You serious?" asked Jasper.
"About what?" inquired Wilson.
"'Bout trying to take somethin' outta Kiowa land?" responded Jasper.
"Yep," said Cutler while Wilson nodded his agreement. "Jest need a better plan, that's all. It's not gonna be a simple matter of following the map and digging. We need to think of a way to get into the place that won't draw attention. Let's get some sleep and meet at the general store in the mornin'. We can get supplies to set up camp in the area so we can scout it out. Then we can decide what we're gonna do."
"Whatever you say, Boss," said Jasper, "But you should know, Kiowa ain't ones to mess with when it comes to sacred stuff."
"They can't be any worse then the rest of them," said Wilson.
"Right," agreed Cutler.
The sun rose on a clear, cold day. Buck sat quietly at the table eating his breakfast. The experience yesterday afternoon was still bothering him. He'd decided that when he finished his chores here, he'd ride over to the Jenkins' place and see if there was anything he could do to make up for the trouble he'd cause Mrs. Jenkins.
Teaspoon Hunter sat at the end of the table looking at "his boys" as he liked to think of them. Lou had filled them in about what has occurred at Tompkins' place yesterday, but Buck still hadn't mentioned it. He'd apologized to Emma for not completing the job she'd given him, but offered no explanations or excuses as to why. Teaspoon decided that it was time he had a talk with Tompkins about the way he treated these boys, especially Buck. After all, the boys were providing him a service. They were doing something neither of the older men could, and deserved to be treated with something at least approaching respect. He'd go there as soon as breakfast was done and the boys had started on their chores.
Emma Shannon stood surveying her new family. She suspected that Buck might want to set things straight with Mrs. Jenkins even though he really had done nothing wrong from what she could tell. She'd only known the boy for a few months, but she'd learned that he was nothing if not dependable and honest. He had told Mrs. Jenkins he would help her and hadn't been allowed to keep that promise. She wiped her hands on her apron and worked her way to his end of the table.
He stiffened slightly as she laid her hand on his shoulder, "You have a run today?"
"No, M'am," replied Buck.
"Good. I need you to run an errand for me," Emma smiled.
"You sure you want me to?" asked Buck. "I haven't been very good at completing errands for you lately."
"It has to be you," said Emma. "I promised Abigail Jenkins I'd send over fresh starter bread next time I had one ready. Should be ready about the time you finish up your chores around here. You wouldn't mind running it over to her, would you? Shouldn't take long."
"That would be fine," replied Buck with a slight smile. He wondered how Emma knew he wanted to go to the Jenkins' place.
Emma smiled back, "Good." She turned and headed back to the stove. She stopped when she reached the other end of the table and Teaspoon. "Mr. Spoon," she said quietly. "Could you be so kind as to get my package from Tompkins' store? It seems to have been forgotten what with all the confusion yesterday."
"I'd be happy to, Emma," replied Teaspoon. "Fact I'll leave right now. I've been wanting to have a talk with Tompkins about our shopping arrangements anyway." "Teaspoon," said Buck.
"Yes, Son," replied Teaspoon.
"Could you find out what I owe him?"
"I'd say you don't really owe him anything, but I'll check and see what he says. Let you know this evening."
"Thank you," replied Buck.
Teaspoon just smiled as he gathered his coat and hat and headed out the door. As he entered the store, Teaspoon glanced around. He'd carefully planned out what he was going to say on the ride in. He was glad no one was around. He headed over to the corner where Tompkins had some coffee. It was cold and windy and he needed to warm up. He helped himself to a cup and headed over to where Tompkins was busy stocking shelves.
"Heard you had a bit of excitement here yesterday," said Teaspoon.
"Only because that half-breed of yours can't follow orders," snapped Tompkins. "By the way, he owes me six bits."
"I'll tell him," said Teaspoon as he sipped on his coffee. "Don't suppose it occurred to you that he was trying to do you a favor?"
"How? By killing my customers?"
"No. By keeping your front door attached to your building. He was trying to slip in without letting the wind carry it away," explained Teaspoon.
"He shouldn't be coming in here at all," said Tompkins. "He's been told he ain't welcome."
"Fine," said Teaspoon. "When you get a chance, figure out how much we owe you. We'll be taking our business over to the store it Willow Creek."
"Now, Teaspoon," began Tompkins.
"If Buck's not allowed in here, none of us are shopping here. It's hard enough remembering who's were on the runs these boys take without having to remember that when it's Buck's turn to do the shopping I need to send someone extra because you won't let him in. I can't afford to be sending him one place and the rest somewhere else," said Teaspoon.
"That's blackmail," said Tompkins glaring at Teaspoon.
"True," said Teaspoon, "but it's also what will happen. You haven't given the boy a chance. You decided he's not worth trusting simply because he's part Kiowa. Did you realize it was his father who was white?"
"What difference does that make?" asked Tompkins.
"Means," replied Teaspoon, "it was an act of violence by the people you hold as better that brought him into being. His mother was taken against her will by a white man who had acted as a friend to the people in her tribe.
"Considering how the boy's been treated by the people in his village growing up, and people like you since he's left I'm surprised that he didn't just let the wind destroy your place yesterday when he left. He could of, just like he could of allowed the Kiowa to make war on the Pony Express and Sweetwater a while back. He chose to stand up to his older half-brother and get him to stop.
"He's one of my best riders. He's polite, dependable, and hard working. I'd appreciate it if you wouldn't make him quit because you had a bad experience with some Indians in your past. He wasn't responsible for whatever it is that happened to you. Stop making him pay for someone else's mistakes."
The two men had been so engrossed in their conversation that they hadn't noticed the three men enter the store, or the interest they paid to the mention of the Kiowa half-breed.
Teaspoon continued, "Buck don't talk much about his past, but between him and Ike we've learned that both of them were pretty miserable at the mission until they met up. Ike's also explained that from what he can tell everywhere Buck goes people seem to blame him for anything that goes wrong. I don't want that to be repeated here. Just try giving him a chance. Else we'll have to establish a business agreement elsewhere. Understood?"
Tompkins looked at Teaspoon and then he noticed the men, "I'll think about it," he told Teaspoon. "Tell him he don't owe me nothing."
"Thanks," said Teaspoon as he turned to leave. "Morning, Gentlemen."
Tompkins made his way over to the men, "How can I help you?"
"We're looking to buy some supplies," answered Cutler. "We want enough to be able to stay out about a month doing some trapping and hunting."
After setting up camp, the three men headed back into Sweetwater and one last night spent on a soft bed. They ate at the hotel and then headed to the saloon.
"You say you think you seen this boy those men was talkin' about?" asked Cutler.
"Yeah," said Wilson. "Yesterday, he went riding by us while we was waitin' for you."
"Did either of you catch a name this mornin'?" quizzed Cutler.
"Buck," said Jasper.
"Good. Let's review our information and see if we can come up with a workable story," said Cutler.
"He's half-Kiowa, father's white, has a half-brother that's important to Kiowa, been told mother was taken against her wishes, been to a mission school somewhere nearby, feels quilt easily, been away from village a few years, trying to fit in. Anything else?"
"Nope," said Wilson.
"How 'bout if one of us pretends to be his father. The man said his father had acted as a friend to the Kiowa. We could say that he didn't force her. They was in love . . . " mused Jasper.
"Yeah, yeah," interrupted Cutler. "They was in love, but her people stopped 'em from running off together. To protect themselves she told 'em she was raped."
"Protect themselves from who, and why?" asked Wilson.
Jasper explained, "The Kiowa. They don't take kindly to their women cheatin' on her husband. They also punish the man she cheats with. If they was about to get caught, and the man runned off she could of said she was attacked to keep from getting punished."
"Didn't know you was such an Injun expert, Jasper," said Cutler.
"Ain't. Just spent a few months with the Kiowa once. Got hurt huntin' bear. They was kind enough to allow me to mend. Learned some stuff while I was there,” replied Jasper.
"That's good," said Cutler. "That way you can keep us from making any big mistakes."
"What exactly are we doing?" asked Wilson.
"Yeah?" said Jasper.
"First we're gonna learn all we can about this here half-breed, Buck was it? Then I'm gonna go get him and pretend to be his long lost father finally tracked him down. We get him to join up with us and then he goes and gets our gold."
"Jasper, you head back to that mission school we passed by on our way here. See if they know anything about the boy. If that's the school he was at, find out all you can. You know, Injun name, history, friends, etc."
"Want me to leave now?" asked Jasper.
"Naw, wait 'til mornin'. You and me will ride out like we's goin' to camp. Wilson, you stay here 'til 'round noon and see what you can learn about him. don't draw attention. You know how to do this, just like you do when you get them bankers to tell you all kinds of stuff they shouldn't."
"Sure, Boss," said Wilson. "Think I'll start with that shopkeeper. He'll probably have plenty to say."
"Okay. It should take Jasper about 1/2 day to get to that school and 'nother 1/2 day back. So, day after tomorrow 'round noon looks like I'm gonna have me a son," laughed Cutler. "Congratulate me boys, I'm a new Pa."
Buck was a bit nervous as he rode over to the Jenkins' place. Ike had offered to come along, but Buck had turned him down. He needed to do this on his own, and he wasn't sure how things would go. He didn't want to get reprimanded in front of his friend if he could avoid it.
As he rode up he sensed something was wrong. Then he noticed Mrs. Jenkins trying to move some uncooperative stock into the barn. He quickly dismounted, "Can I help?" he asked.
Abigail Jenkins jumped slightly at the sound of his voice. She glanced quickly at him and then back to her stubborn charge. "Yes, please. Elias wants these animals inside the barn before that storm gets here. I just can't get them to budge, and he can't help on account of his busted arm."
Buck walked over to where Mrs. Jenkins was straining on a rope trying to get a mule to move from the corral to the barn. "Here," said Buck handing her the starter bread from Emma and gently taking the rope from her. "Allow me." Buck slacked up on the rope and slowly walked over to the mule. He gently stroked its neck and talked softly to it. Shortly, the mule was walking easily into the barn and its waiting stall.
"What others do you need put inside?" he asked.
"The milk cow and her calf," replied a pleasantly surprised Mrs. Jenkins.
Buck quickly got the animals inside the barn. He checked the sky. "Do you mind if I put my horse inside and wait this out here? I'll stay out in the barn if you want."
"Nonsense," replied Mrs. Jenkins. "You'll come up to the house and wait inside. Wonder if we should close that upstairs door to the hay loft."
Buck glanced up. There was a bale of hay hanging outside the open double doors to the loft. If the wind kept up when the rain started, everything in the barn was liable to get soaked. "I'll take care of it after I tend to my horse. Do you want me to drop the hay, or pull it back inside?"
"Don't rightly know. Let me check with Elias."
She quickly went inside the house. Buck headed into the barn where he was soon joined by an elderly man nursing an injured right arm. "You think you could pull it back inside? I'd appreciate being able to keep it dry until we needed it."
Buck answered, "I'll try." He unsaddled his horse, found it some water, and threw a stray blanket over its back. Then he climbed to the loft and went to check on the hay hanging outside. Buck easily located the pole used to grab the hook on which the hay was hanging. He grabbed the hay with the hook and started to pull it in. Just before he had it in the doors a strong wind blew the bale away from the barn. Buck was taken by surprise and pulled out of the doors. He hung onto the pole and willed the wind to stop. When it did, the bale swung back towards the barn. It slammed Buck into the side of the barn next to the open doors. He managed to grab hold of the door with his left hand while he held onto the pole with his right. He pulled himself into the loft just as Mrs. Jenkins reached the door.
She grabbed the pole and together they swung the hay into the opening and closed the doors.
"Are you okay?" Mrs. Jenkins asked.
"I'm not sure," replied Buck. "I think I may have hurt my arm. I'm having trouble feeling my fingers."
"Let's get you to the house. Soon as this storm blows over I'll get you to Doc's office in town."
"That won't be necessary," said Buck. "I'll just go back to Emma's and she can most likely fix me up fine."
"We'll see how you feel after a while," said Mrs. Jenkins. "That was a pretty good bang."
The two of them left the barn and headed to the house. When they entered, Elias Jenkins said, "You both okay? I tell you what, Boy; I haven't seen my Abigail move that fast in ages. Don't think she covered the ground from the house to the barn that quickly when I banged up my arm. You must be mighty special to get her moving that quickly."
Abigail Jenkins blushed and said, "Oh hush now, Elias."
Buck smiled at the way the elderly couple teased with each other. "I'm sorry to scare you," he said.
"Nonsense," said Abigail. "You need to quit apologizing for things that ain't your fault. Now let's have a look at you."
She quickly looked Buck over. She cleaned up a small cut over his left eye and checked his left arm. She wasn't pleased with what she discovered. "Elias," she called. "Come here and look. I think he might of dislocated it."
Buck flinched when she touched his shoulder.
Elias Jenkins came and helped Abigail get Buck's coat, vest, and shirt off. The pain each time they moved his arm was intense. "Sorry, Son," said Elias. "I think maybe Abigail should cut this last shirt off. It'll be easier on you. I can replace it with one of mine."
Buck nodded his agreement and Mrs. Jenkins carefully cut off his undershirt.
"I do believe you're right, Abigail," said Mr. Jenkins.
"What do we do? I can't reset it," said Mrs. Jenkins.
"We'll tie his arm so he can't move it, and make him as comfortable as possible 'til this storm passes. Then we take him into Sweetwater to Doc's," said Elias.
"That's okay, really," protested Buck. "I can just go back to Emma's as soon as the rain stops. There's no need for you two to put yourselves to so much trouble on my account. If you'll just tie it so I don't move it, I'll be fine."
"Fine," said Elias.
"Elias Jenkins!" said Abigail.
"Let me finish, Woman," said Elias. "Fine. You get yourself dressed, your horse saddled, yourself mounted and we wave you on your way. If you can't, you go with us to Doc's. We'll stop at Miss Shannon's and drop off your stuff and let them know what happened. Agreed?"
"Agreed," said Buck.
Buck listened to the rain as if fell on the roof. Mrs. Jenkins gently tied his arm to his body. He knew there was no way he was riding off on his own. As she tied the bandage around him, Buck felt a pain in his side that he knew all too well. He'd hurt more than his shoulder. He'd felt this other pain before on the many occasions that others had cause to beat him simply for being different.
"Ribs hurt too, don't they, Son?" asked Mr. Jenkins.
Buck nodded.
"Thought so. You get whatever rest you can. I promise we'll get you to Doc as soon as we can. Most likely won't be 'til morning from the sound of this rain."
"Thank you," said Buck.
"Ain't done nothin' yet," said Elias.
"You didn't throw me out," said Buck "Lot's of people would."
"Why?" asked Abigail as she returned to the room bringing each man a warm cup of tea.
"Because of me being part Indian," said Buck.
"Oh," said Abigail. "I thought maybe you were a wanted criminal or something. I didn't realize being of mixed blood was a problem. Think we should worry, Elias?"
"Never worried about it before. Don't see any reason to start now. Good Lord says to help those needs helpin'. Boy here needs help - we help. Simple as that," said Elias.
"Anyway," said Buck, "Thank you."
"You're welcome, Son," said Elias. "You're welcome.
After they finished their tea, Buck lay back to try and rest. Mrs. Jenkins looked at him and then at her husband. "Reminds you of Horace at that age, don't he?"
"He most surely does," replied her husband.
As the rain continued to beat down on the roof of the bunk house, Emma worried. Buck should have been back before now. He'd left shortly after lunch yesterday.
"What's wrong?" asked Lou.
"Nothing," replied Emma, returning to cleaning up after breakfast.
"Worried about who?" persisted Lou.
Emma smiled, "Buck. He should have been back by now. Doesn't take that long to ride over to the Jenkins' and back."
"Probably decided to help out," said Kid. "Got caught. He's waiting out the storm. You'll see."
"I hope so. Just feels like something's gone wrong," replied Emma. "Think Ike agrees with me."
The three of them looked at Ike who was standing at the door looking down the road towards the Jenkins homestead.
Lou went to him, "Even if something's wrong we can't do anything 'til this rain has let up."
Ike nodded, and closed the door. As soon as the rain stopped, Ike headed toward the barn. He quickly saddled his horse. Emma followed, "Ike, wait! Give him a little while. Let's go set up a room in the house just in case we're right. Then you can go looking."
Ike led his horse to the main house, and tied it out front. The two of them went inside and began fixing up the extra bedroom. They had just finished as the Jenkins rode in.
Abigail pulled the horses to a stop. Elias was sitting in the back holding Buck's head, talking gently to him. Ike was by his side in an instant.
"He got hurt helpin' us lock up before the storm hit," explained Abigail. "We promised we'd stop by here to drop off his things before taking him to Doc's."
**Let me get Doc and bring him here,**signed Ike.
"No," said Lou. "I'll go get Doc. You stay here with Buck. He'll feel better with you here."
Lou took Ike's horse and headed into town.
"Let's get him inside," said Emma.
Elias gently worked Buck to the back of the buck board. "He was doing okay 'til about midnight, then the fever took over. Think it's just because of the pain, but I could be wrong. Feel pretty sure that once his shoulder's fixed he'll be better."
Ike gently carried Buck inside the house and laid him on the freshly made bed.
Emma and Mrs. Jenkins set about making him as comfortable as they could. Lou arrived shortly with the doctor. He quickly checked Buck over and set his shoulder. He then waited to see if this helped with Buck's temperature.
Shortly after this Buck was able to explain what happened. As he started to apologize once again for the trouble he caused, Elias Jenkins cut him off. "Weren't your fault, Boy. There's a kink in that pulley system or somethin. Putting the lousy bale of hay up there's how I busted my arm. Soon as I’m better, I'm taking the whole thing apart and reworking it. It's us should be apologizing for gettin' you hurt. Now hush up and let Doc here tend to you."
Buck smiled at the old man." Yes, sir," he said and sat up so the doctor could check him over.
"Looks like they fixed you up pretty good," said Doc.
"Yes, sir," replied Buck.
"I'm going to take these wraps off so I can rewrap them and take care of your arm as well. I'm going to basically just tie your arm next to your body for a few days. Your arm should be good enough to use in two, three days. Your ribs are going to be sore a bit longer."
Buck nodded. He knew from experience about the ribs. "How long before I can get back to work?" he asked.
"If your arm heals like I think, you can do jobs around the station by the end of the week. Don't want you making any runs for about a month. Those ribs need time to heal. Probably do some light riding in a week or two," said Doc as he finished wrapping Buck's chest and arm.
As the doctor tied the bandages into place, Buck let out a low moan. Ike was at his side quickly. "It's okay," said the doctor. "The worst is over. All we've got to do now is get him comfortable."
With Ike's help, Buck was soon lying back in the bed. "I can leave something for the pain if you like," said Doc as he packed.
"No," said Buck.
"Didn't think so," said Doc and left to give Emma instructions. As he was leaving, Teaspoon came riding up with a strange man.
"Where's Buck? Who's hurt?" he asked.
"Inside here, and Buck's hurt," answered Emma.
"What happened?" asked Teaspoon.
"Got caught in the storm and knocked around by the wind," explained Emma looking past Teaspoon at the man who rode in with him.
"What do you need him for? He's trying to rest."
"This here's Jeremiah Cutler. He's trying to find his son," explained Teaspoon. As the others all glared at both men, Teaspoon continued. "Seems his story is a bit different than the one Buck was told. Figured it wouldn't do no harm for Buck to hear him out. Mr. Cutler's agreed that if Buck don't want him around after listening to his version, he leaves town to never bother us again."
"Not now," said Emma. "Doc just finished putting his shoulder back together. The poor boy's worn-out. Let him rest and you can see him after supper."
"Thank you, M'am," said Cutler. He was going to have to be really careful. The rest of this group wasn't going to be as easy to fool as this old man had been. This story had to hold together. He hoped he'd learned it well enough.
Emma entered the room quietly. She set down the bowl of soup and over to Ike and softly whispered, "You need to go eat. I'll stay here until you get back. I think you should be here when he meets Mr. Cutler."
Ike nodded and quietly left the room. Emma settled into the chair and then leaned over to move a strand of hair from Buck's face. Even in his sleep Buck pulled back from the gentle touch.
"That boy hasn't known much kindness," said Elias Jenkins.
Emma was startled.
"Sorry to frighten you," said Abigail. "We decided it's time to head home. Stock needs tending and Buck's in good hands."
"Thank you," said Emma.
"Let us know how things turn out," said Elias. "Hopefully it will all go well. Tell the boy to come by anytime he wants. He's always welcome at our place."
"I'll be sure he knows," said Emma. "And again, thank you." She showed them to the door and quickly returned to Buck's side. As she sat down, he stirred and tried to sit up.
"Here let me help you," said Emma as she gently took hold of his shoulders.
Buck gave a low moan and let Emma shift his weight into a sitting position.
"Feeling any better?" she asked.
Buck nodded. "Only hurts when I move," he replied. "I just feel so helpless with my arm tied like this. I can't even feed myself."
"That's alright. Doc said it's only for a day or two. I made some soup for you. Want it now, or do you want to wait for Ike?"
"I'd just as soon eat now if you don't mind," said Buck.
"Not at all. You sit back and let me do all the work."
Emma propped Buck up and retrieved the soup. As she finished feeding him, she said, "There now, we didn't do too badly did we?"
Buck smiled. "Thank you, Emma."
"You're welcome," she replied just as Ike reentered the room.
**You tell him yet?**Ike signed.
"No," said Emma.
"Tell me what?" asked Buck.
Emma took a deep breath. "There's a man here who wants to talk to you about your father. His story is a little different than the one you know. Mr. Spoon thinks you should hear him out. It's up to you. If you don't feel up to it, I'll make him leave."
Buck looked from Emma to Ike. "What do you think?" he asked
Ike shrugged
"Emma?"
"I can't see how it could hurt just to listen to him. If he's lying, you should be able to figure that out. Also, I can't for the life of me come up with a reason why someone would make up a story about this."
Buck nodded. "I'll listen."
"Good," said Emma. "I'll bring him in. Do you want me to try and keep everyone else out?”
Buck shook his head.
Emma left the room and returned shortly with a man about the same height as Teaspoon. He had a rugged face that was aged more than his years. His hair -- beginning to gray -- hung to his shoulders and needed to be cleaned. When he smiled, he was missing some of his teeth. He was dressed in shabby buckskin from head to toe, "Howdy. My name's Jeremiah Cutler and I think I may be your father."
Buck looked at the man and felt all the anger and hatred he'd never had a face for rising inside him. He quickly brought it under control.
Cutler noticed the change in the boy's demeanor and quickly continued, "I know what you've been told, but that ain't the truth. Your ma and me, we was in love. She was gonna run off with me, but we was almost caught. She told me to run and that she'd take care of everything. I didn't relish the idea of dying so I run.
"I know what you're all thinking. Why would a woman married to a man of position run off with the likes of me? Her husband was a hard man. He use to beat her 'cause she'd only given him one boy. He was planning on taking a second wife and givin' her as a gift. She didn't want to shame her son that way so she decided to run off. She could make it look like she'd been taken. She was plannin' on makin' it look like the Pawnee done it. Didn't work quite the way she planned. Night before we was plannin' on leavin' he raped and beat her. She came to my camp. He'd hurt her pretty bad. I was tryin' to comfort her. One thing lead to another and we ended up together. We'd just finished when we heard them comin'. That's when she told me to run and never come back."
The room was quiet. Cutler looked at Buck trying to gage his reaction.
Buck looked at the man sitting before him, "Why now?"
"What?" ask Cutler.
"Why are you here now? Why after all these years?" asked Buck.
"Well," said Cutler. "Didn't know about you 'til a few months ago. Had a friend who heard some nuns talkin' bout you and your friend. They was wonderin' how you was doin'. He asked me if you was mine. Said I didn't know, but I'd try and find out.
"I spent some time with the people in your ma's village. I managed to find one of the men I'd knowed and found out that you ma gave birth to a child that was a half-breed. Got your name and that was about it.
"Just happen to be passing through here the other day when I heard you mentioned by someone in town. Looked up Mr. Hunter and explained my situation."
"And I'm suppose to believe you just because you say so?" asked Buck.
"No," said Cutler. "You're supposed to believe me 'cause it's the truth. She would have to stick to her story 'bout being forced; else she'd get punished for cheatin' on her husband.
"I know this is a lot to take in. You're lookin' tired, and I don't want to cause you more harm. Let me give you two things to think over, and I'll come back tomorrow evenin'. I'll bring my partners to meet you, and see what you have to say."
Buck nodded.
"If my story ain't true, why'd she have you at all? And second, once she did have you, why'd she keep you? She could of got rid of you either time without worry. Why didn't she?" Cutler stood and surveyed the crowd. He felt like most of them wanted to believe him. He'd made it through the long telling. He'd know by tomorrow night weather or not he was accepted.
As Teaspoon showed Cutler out, Kid asked, "Could it be true?"
Buck shook his head. He couldn't believe she would have lied to him and let him feel the way he felt. He was so tired. This couldn't be true.
"Everybody out," said Emma. "Buck needs to rest. You can come back and talk in the morning. Now, out. All of you. That means you too, Ike." Emma gently herded the boys out of the room. After they were all gone, she returned. "You alright?"
Buck nodded. "Just really tired."
"Let me help you lie back down so you can rest."
"Emma?"
"Yes."
"What do you think?"
"I don't know enough about your people and their practices," Emma replied as she sat on the edge of the bed. "I don't mean to be hurtful, but I have wondered why your mother was so supportive of you. I don't think I could keep a baby that I had as the result of being raped. I don't know. . . "
"She told me that she didn't make herself lose me because she didn't know who I belonged to - the man who took her or the man she loved. She told me she kept me after that because when she first held me, she saw me as an adult and knew I was supposed to live."
"That's beautiful," said Emma.
Buck smiled and settled back into the pillows. "It's the one thing that kept me going on many occasions."
"You get some rest and we'll talk in the morning," said Emma. She gently tucked Buck into the bed and kissed his forehead.
"You want me to sit with you?" she asked.
"No, M'am. I'll be fine."
Emma took the candle with her and left Buck alone with his thoughts.
When Buck awoke the next morning, Ike was sitting beside the bed. He helped Buck sit up and eat the breakfast Emma had sent over.
**Well?**signed Ike.
"Don't know," said Buck. "It could all be true. It would change so much if it were true. I wouldn't be a child of violence."
**Any part that doesn't work?**Ike inquired.
"I don't know. I have no idea what her life was like with Red Bear's father. He died chasing mine. She never mentioned him. Neither did Red Bear. He was old enough to be the head of the family, so he was. No one else would take her because of me so we stayed with Red Bear. You know the rest," sighed Buck.
**You believe him then?**signed Ike.
"I want to," said Buck. "There's just a feeling I have that he's not being completely truthful. Could just be that it's such a different story. Could be that I'm always suspicious of good things happening to me." Buck shrugged and then wished he hadn't as the pain shot through his neck.
Ike grinned. He knew all too well how Buck was always ready to except fault, but always hesitant to accept praise. **The others all want to know what you think,**Ike signed. **Okay if I let them in?**
Buck smiled and slowly nodded. He had no idea what he was going to say. The other riders all filed into the room, "So?" asked Lou.
"Don't know," said Buck. "I need to learn more about him."
"That shouldn't be a problem,” said Teaspoon.
"Why?" asked Buck.
"Doc said you needed to keep your arm still for two, maybe three, days. Once your arm is better why not spend some time with Mr. Cutler and get to know him while your ribs heal?" Teaspoon suggested.
"Yeah," said Kid. "That way you don't have to sit around here and listen to Cody and Jimmy complain about doing your work."
"I'll need to think about it," said Buck. "Guess I really need to see if he's interested in spending time with me first."
The day seemed to drag on with periods of visiting broken by brief rest periods. Finally, around sunset, three men rode up to the way station.
"Evenin' folks," said Cutler. "These are my business associates. This," he pointed to his stocky companion who was dressed in a similar fashion and about as clean, "is Seth Wilson, and this," he turned to indicate a tall, lanky man with dark hair that was neat and clean. He also wore a buckskin suit, but it was well cared for and clean, "is Horace Jasper."
"Folks," said Jasper, tipping his hat to Emma.
"Welcome," said Emma. "Please come in. Buck's still resting, but I know he wants to see you as soon as he wakes up."
Everyone followed Emma into the sitting room. She sent Ike to check on Buck.
"What can you tell me about Buck," Cutler asked the other riders. "There's so much I need to learn about him."
"We may have a solution to that," said Teaspoon.
Ike came back and indicated that Buck was awake. "I'll let Buck tell you," said Teaspoon.
As Cutler left the room, the others started talking about how wonderful this all was. Emma kept catching herself studying Horace Jasper. There was something about him that made her feel strange. If she could just figure out what it was.
When Cutler entered the room, Buck greeted him with, "I'm having a hard time believing your story. It is so completely different from everything I know."
"Oh," said Cutler. "I was hoping we was gonna get to work on bein' family. I'll leave and not bother you again if that's what you want."
"No, please. That's not what I meant," said Buck. "I want to believe your story. It's a much better story that the one I know. I can't promise I'll ever feel differently, but I'd like to give this a try.
"Teaspoon said I could have some time off while I heal up. I'm pretty useless until I get my arm back, but Doc says that could be tomorrow. I'd like very much to spend time with you and your friends so I can see if this feeling changes, and I can believe you."
"That would be wonderful," said Cutler. "We'll come back day after tomorrow to check on you and get your supplies if you can come with us.
"I think I'd better go now. Don't want to delay you joinin' us. See you in a couple of days."
Buck nodded.
Cutler left feeling might proud. He decided this deserved a celebration. The first part of this plan was completed with success. Now all he had to do was make the boy feel like the Kiowa deserved pay back for what they'd done. He figured that wouldn't be hard once he was away from all these friends. He wouldn't have them to help him make his decisions.
The next afternoon, Doc took the wrap off to check Buck's progress. He decided that he could leave Buck's arm free, but he wanted to keep the ribs wrapped.
"It'll help them heal quicker. I know their hurting you. You sure you don't want something for the pain?"
"I'm sure," Buck replied. "I'll get some healing plants as soon as I can get out of this room."
"I'd prefer you don't ride very far for the next couple of days," said Doc. "Definitely don't do any riding until tomorrow."
"Yes, sir," said Buck. "Is it okay if I walk around? I really need to just get out of this room."
"Just don't over do it. If it starts to hurt, sit down and rest."
"I will. Thank you, Doc," said Buck as he stood to walk the doctor out. It felt good to be out of bed even if there was some pain with every move. Buck looked forward to this evening and being able to eat on his own again. He was also looking forward to getting to know the man claiming to be his father. There was so much he wanted to know. True, it was also frightening. What if the man was being untruthful? Then again, why lie about this? What could he possibly hope to gain?
As Buck watched the doctor ride off, he thought about what this could mean for him. He might actually have a place he belonged, and a chance to find out who he was. Where his father came from, what his people were like. Maybe with information from both halves he'd feel more complete. Buck wandered over to the barn to check on his horse. He was brushing the animal when Ike came in.
**Feeling better?**Ike signed.
"Much," said Buck. "Still sore, but at least I have my arm back."
**You excited?**
"A little. I don't know. I want his story to be true, but there's something about the whole thing that doesn't quite fit."
Ike nodded. **Promise me you'll be careful. I agree with you, something's not right.**
Buck smiled. "I promise."
The two boys put away the grooming supplies and returned to the bunk house.
Emma smiled when they entered. She was glad they'd finally had a chance to talk. She knew Ike had felt a need to express the concern that they all were feeling. She could tell from the way they were behaving that Buck hadn't been offended.
As they were finishing up the evening meal, the tree men rode up. "Evenin' gentlemen," said Teaspoon. "Come on in. I'm afraid we don't have no more food, but we do have plenty of good company."
"Thank you, Teaspoon," said Cutler. "I see things went well with the doctor earlier."
"Yes, sir," said Buck. "But I can't ride until tomorrow."
"That's fine, Son," said Cutler. "I didn't plan on leavin' tonight. We'll just bed down out in the barn and we can get a start in the mornin'. I'm guessin' you need to take it slow once you start ridin'."
"Yes, sir. By the way, where are we going?"
"We've got a base camp set up a couple of days north of town. Kind of a no-man's land between the Kiowa, Sioux, and Pawnee. Hope to set up a tradin' post. Figure you could help make sure we treat 'em fairly," explained Cutler.
"Figure we'll take it slow gettin' there. Don't want to wear you out 'fore you can see if you'd like helpin' us," he continued.
"That sounds really good," said Buck.
"It does," agreed Emma, "and if you plan on leaving in the morning I'm afraid I'm going to have to insist that Buck gets some rest. Buck, why don't you go back up to the main house?"
"I'd rather sleep here," said Buck.
"That's fine. We just need to let you rest. I can tell by looking at you that you need to lie down."
"Yes, M'am," said Buck. "I'll go right now. The rest of you can stay. I'll be fine."
Buck went to the other end of the bunk house where the beds were located. He quickly got ready for bed and lay down. He was soon snoring lightly. The other riders soon each made their excuses and went to join him.
"He's a good boy, hard working, and considerate. I'm not sure what I'd do to someone who hurt him. I do know these boys wouldn't take it lightly," said Emma as she and Teaspoon walked Cutler and his friends to the barn.
"We'll keep that in mind," said Cutler.
"Good," said Teaspoon as he left and went into his room. "See you gentlemen in the morning."
Buck awoke with a start. He sat up quickly and felt the stabbing pain as a result of his reckless movement. He steadied himself and looked around the bunk house. All the others were sleeping soundly. He couldn't remember what had caused him to awaken. Something had frightened him. He shook his head, slowly got out of bed and dressed. He crossed the room quietly and went to watch the sunrise. As the sun cleared the horizon, Buck sensed Ike's presence.
He turned to face his friend. "I'll be fine," he said.
Ike smiled. **I know, ** he signed. **I'll miss you.**
"Me too," said Buck. "But I'll be back in a week or two. Then if things are working out with them, maybe you can come stay for a while."
Ike nodded.
As Emma crossed the yard, Ike and Buck returned to the bunk house. The others were beginning to stir.
"So, you're really going to leave us?" said Cody.
"Just when we're going to have to start getting everything ready for the winter, too," said Jimmy.
"You two lay off," said Lou.
"Thank you," said Buck. "I can't honestly say I'm going to mind not helping with repairs, but I don't think I'm going to be doing nothing."
"You do plan on coming back, don't you?" asked Kid.
"Yes," said Buck. "I just want to see how things go."
"Still not sure?" asked Lou.
Buck nodded. When he looked at Lou he had the feeling there was something important he needed to say, but he couldn't remember what it was.
Shortly after breakfast Buck was ready to leave. Ike helped him mount. **Remember your promise,** he signed.
"I will," said Buck. "Take care of yourself, and watch after Lou. I can't shake the feeling that something is going to happen."
Ike nodded.
"Let's go," said Wilson. The four men headed into Sweetwater. After they passed through town they headed east towards Kiowa country. Buck thought there was something wrong, but the pain in his side made it hard to think clearly.
A little before noon they stopped by the river to eat. As Buck sat resting against a tree, Jasper handed him a cup of something dark and sweet smelling.
"Drink this," he said.
"What is it?" asked Buck.
"It will help the pain," said Jasper.
"What is it?" Buck repeated.
"Something your father made. He was taught by the Kiowa when he lived with them," explained Jasper.
Buck took the cup and tasted the drink. It was made from the plant he was intending to locate. "Tell him thank you for me," he said and drank the rest of the tea.
Soon the pain was almost gone, and they were able to continue. As they set up camp for the evening, Cutler came over. "You doin' alright?"
Buck nodded. "Just a little tired. I think I'll go ahead and go to bed if you don't mind."
"That's fine. If we cover as much ground tomorrow as we did today, we'll be there by noon."
Buck lay down. As he drifted off to sleep he heard the three men whispering. He kept thinking something was wrong, but he still couldn't figure out what it was.
"You think any of his friends will try to find our camp?" asked Wilson.
"Naw," said Cutler. "They're all giving him time to get to know his devoted pa. We ain't gonna have no trouble from them. Besides if they do go lookin', they'll be in the wrong place."
"It's not his friends you need to worry about," said Jasper. "It's him."
"What makes you say that?" asked Cutler.
"There's somethin' about the way he's actin'. I'm not sure he trusts you -- us-- as much as you think he does."
"Let's figure out what to do if he refuses to help," suggested Wilson.
The next morning Buck again awoke from a dream that caused him to jerk awake. Again the pain chased the dream from his head. Buck sat up and tried to stop the pain. Soon it began to fade. He looked at the other men. Jasper was up preparing breakfast. He looked up from the fire and saw Buck watching him, "Mornin'," Jasper said.
"Good morning," Buck answered. He winced as he tried to stand.
"Need some more of that tea?" asked Jasper.
"I'd rather wait until later," replied Buck. "It makes me tired and thick headed."
"Just let me know when you want some. Cutler told me to take extra good care of you."
"Thank you. I will," said Buck. "I'm going to go wash up."
Buck headed to the river. As he knelt to wash up, it occurred to him that they were near his half-brother's village. This wasn't where they were supposed to be. They should be farther west. Something was definitely wrong. Buck decided he'd wait and find out what they were up to before he let hem know he was on to them. He finished cleaning up and went back to camp.
After breakfast, Jasper helped Buck mount up. "Doin' alright?"
Buck nodded.
When they reached the men's campsite around noon, the pain in Buck's side was making it hard to breathe. Jasper didn't ask this time, he just handed Buck a cup.
"Drink," he said.
Buck nodded and drank. Once again the pain subsided. Buck surveyed the area and realized they were very close to the place where he'd recently proven to his half-brother, Red Bear, that he had a true Kiowa spirit.
The three men were gathered around something. Buck stood and went to join them. "How you feelin', Son?" asked Cutler.
"Confused," answered Buck.
"'Bout what?" asked Cutler.
"We're on Kiowa land. We shouldn't be here. That valley is sacred. We shouldn't be here," Buck said. He felt the need to sit, but fought it off. He wished he hadn't drunk the tea. It was getting hard to think straight.
"You said that before," said Wilson.
"Why are we here?" asked Buck. "You said your camp was to the north of town. This is east. Why lie?"
"Didn't want to be bothered," said Cutler. "It's simple. You're Kiowa. You can be here without trouble. We need you to go get our gold out of that valley,"
"No," said Buck. "I won't."
"I didn't ask, Son," said Cutler. He moved to Buck's side and grabbed his left arm twisting it just enough to cause the pain to return to his shoulder.
Buck gasped, but refused to allow himself to give into the pain. His head was getting heavy. It was hard to stay awake. He could kick himself for drinking that tea, and for ever believing it was possible that he was something different from what he'd been told.
Wilson joined Cutler, "You think you hurt before? That ain't gonna be nothin' when I finish with you if you don't do this for us."
Buck stared at him. It was getting hard to focus. He shifted his gaze to Cutler. The realization that his need for a family had been used to trick him hurt more than any physical pain he was feeling. He promised himself that he'd never let anyone do this to him again.
"I don't care what you do to me," he said. "I won't violate sacred land."
"We'll see," said Cutler. "Tie him to that tree, be sure and make it tight.”
Wilson drug Buck across the campsite to the indicated tree. After he was securely tied, Cutler grabbed Buck's hair forcing him to look Cutler in the eye. "Just wanted to make something clear to you. Nobody said anything about hurtin' you, Son," he said sarcastically.
"Wilson, you get back to that station and find out when the next one of them boys is headed our way. Then get back here so we can plan," said Cutler.
"Right away, Boss," said Wilson. "I'm kinda glad he decided not to help. Think I'm gonna enjoy watchin' him squirm."
"Just get goin'," said Cutler, "and don't let nobody see you."
Wilson left quickly. Buck glared at him as he rode past. The pain was helping him fight off the effect of the tea. He was beginning to be able to think. He had to figure out a way to get out of this mess before Wilson got back.
"Jasper, you stay here and be sure he don't get away. I'm gonna go check the trail for a place to ambush the next boy through."
Jasper nodded. When Cutler left, he went over to Buck and offered him some water. Buck refused. He glared at Jasper. "Why?" he asked.
"Gold," Jasper responded and walked away.
The next few minutes passed in silence. Buck tried to struggle against the ropes, but the pain in his side and shoulder made him quit. When he finally gave up, Jasper came over. "Here," he said, "it's just water."
Buck drank. Again he asked," Why?"
Jasper sighed. "Told you. Gold. It rightfully belongs to me; well part of it does anyway. Guy who put it there stole my share. It's a long story and we don't got the time.
"I'll do my best to make sure things don't get outta hand, but you're gonna have to help. Look, Boy, I like you. I don't want you or anyone else to get hurt, but I also want my gold. Been looking for it over ten years."
Jasper pulled Buck's arm, "Still hurts, don't it?"
Buck nodded.
"It's gonna get worse if you don't cooperate, and it's not only you that's gonna pay. They plan on hurting your friend more than they do you. They need you alive, they don't need him."
Buck hung his head. "I can't," he said. "It's sacred. It would be like destroying a church."
"They don't care," said Jasper as he cut Buck loose and pulled him over to the edge of the campsite. "All you gotta do is go down there and move that pile of rocks. Gold's underneath."
Buck shook his head, "I can't."
"Fine," said Jasper. "Do it the hard way." He pulled his gun from his holster and hit Buck on the head. As Buck crumpled to the ground, Jasper whispered, "I'm sorry, Son.”
When Buck woke up, he was tied to the ground at his feet and waist. His hands were tied together and stretched over his head. This rope was hung over a tree branch and then tied to a stake in the ground. Buck glanced towards the fire. The three men were busy planning something. Buck wondered how long he'd been out.
"Next trip our way's tomorrow. That small boy's the one takin' it. Should be passin' us round noon," said Wilson.
"Good. I found us the perfect place to ambush him. You and me will leave at first light. Jasper will keep trying to convince our friend here to help us.
"By the way, where'd you learn that little contraption over there?"
"Kiowa," said Jasper.
Buck again tried to struggle. "Looks like he's awake," said Wilson. "Show me how this works."
"Simple," said Jasper, "Tighten this rope here, and he hurts." Jasper pulled the rope attached to Buck's arms. This caused his upper body to rise off the ground.
The pain in his ribs and shoulder made him moan. "See?" said Jasper.
After a few minutes he slowly let go of the rope, and lowered Buck back to the ground. The pain lessened immediately. Cutler went to where Buck lay, "You can always change your mind and help us."
Buck shook his head, "I'd rather die," he said.
"We'll see," said Cutler. "Wilson, let's turn in. We got an early start in the mornin'."
The next morning as they were preparing to leave camp, Wilson went to where Buck lay. He gave a tug on the rope and smiled when Buck flinched. He adjusted the rope so Buck was just off the ground. "It's gonna be fun watchin' you watch me work, Breed. I'm real good with my knife."
Jasper spent the day trying to convince Buck to cooperate. Shortly after noon the others returned. To Buck's horror they weren't alone, Lou was with them.
"Jasper," Cutler called, "any progress?"
Jasper shook his head.
"Then help Wilson get this one ready. We'll start with his feet and work our way up."
Wilson pulled Lou off of Lightening. Buck could see a large bruise around Lou's eye. He struggled, but only managed to cause his shoulder to hurt more. As they began to take off Lou's coat there was a short scuffle and then Buck heard Wilson laugh and say, "Well, well, look at what we have here. This is gonna be a lot more fun that we thought."
"No," Buck yelled. "I'll go. You leave her alone and I'll go."
"Okay," agreed Cutler.
"Tie her over there where she can be seen from down below," suggested Jasper.
"That way he knows you ain't hurtin' her while he's gone."
"Do it," said Cutler. He went to Buck and cut him loose. "You be back by daybreak or we start the party without you."
Buck rubbed his shoulder and moved it slowly. He could tell that it wasn't where it should be. "I can get your gold, but I need to do it my way. I need to go to the village and ask permission to use the land. I can't go until morning because that's when I'd start a prayer cycle."
"Okay," said Cutler. "Wilson, tie him next to the other one. Jasper, let's eat."
As Wilson tied Buck next to Lou he smiled, "I just love surprises. And you had better stop spoilin' my fun or I'll have to hurt that dummy friend of yours too."
Buck just glared at the man. When Wilson left, Buck asked, "You okay, Lou?"
"I've been better," answered Lou. "I'm sorry things didn't work out for you."
"Not your fault," said Buck. "You think you can hold on for another day?"
"I think so. I figure they can't afford to hurt me until you're back. After that, my guess is we're both in trouble."
"Maybe," agreed Buck. "A lot of that will depend on Red Bear."
"What?" asked Lou.
"I think I can get him to help," said Buck, "But I won't know until morning."
"You two, shut-up," said Cutler, "Or I might just forget our agreement."
The next morning Jasper cut Buck loose. As he helped Buck mount he whispered, "I'll keep her safe as long as I can. You'd better be quick. I won't be able to stop them if they think you're trying to trick them."
"I'll get your gold," said Buck, "And then I'll get all three of you." He kicked his mount and rode off towards the village. Shortly after he'd left, the men saw him enter the valley below them. He rode to the pile of rocks and began to move them to form a prayer circle. This was slow work because he couldn't use his left arm. When he moved the last rock, he found a small hole.
Buck reached in and pulled out a leather pouch. He lifted it over his head, then in the four directions, finally he opened it and took a small portion of its contents and put it back in the hole.
"What's he doin'?" asked Cutler.
Wilson shrugged.
"Making an offering," said Jasper.
Buck closed the pouch and put it in his saddlebags. He then knelt to offer up his prayers. When he did this, Lou glanced to the trees on her left, behind the three men. She would of sworn that she'd seen someone there.
"Why's he doin' that?" asked Wilson.
"Needs to be there the right amount of time," answered Jasper, "Else the others will know he came for some other reason."
"So?" said Cutler.
Jasper sighed, "Wants to get back here in at least the same shape he went down in. If they think he was there for somethin' other than prayin', he ain't comin' out real easy."
"How long we gotta wait?" asked Wilson.
"Probably not long," said Jasper. "Looks like he's finishing up already."
Buck was standing. He began to return the rocks to their starting places. As he walked his horse over to a small boulder, Lou felt a hand on her shoulder. She turned and was looking into Red Bear's eyes. He motioned her to remain quiet and cut the ropes that bound her. He then helped her crawl off towards the nearby bushes and a waiting shaman who began to tend her.
Wilson turned just after she disappeared into the scrub. "What the . . .? Where'd she go?"
As he stood, an arrow flew from the bushes and struck his chest. Cutler jumped up and ran for cover. Another arrow came to rest in the middle of his back. Jasper jumped behind a nearby tree. The arrow meant for him came to rest in his lower back. The three braves came out of hiding just as Buck entered the camp.
Red Bear stood staring at Jasper. He looked from Jasper to Buck and back again. When he struck Jasper across the face, Lou gasped. She'd all of a sudden realized why Jasper had seemed so familiar to everybody. He looked an awful lot like Buck.
"Take him to the village," said Red Bear. "He must pay for what he has done."
Buck dismounted. He went to Red Bear. "This is the one who did his best to be kind," Buck said.
"This is the man who took our mother," replied Red Bear with contempt.
Buck stared at Red Bear. "How do you know?"
"I was a young man. I remember him. He lived with us in our house for many moons. She nursed him back to health after his friends left him for dead. He was like a brother to me. When he was well he took her and beat her," Red Bear said.
"It wasn't like that," said Jasper. "The story Cutler told you was true. Only it weren't him. It was me. Go ahead, ask him. Ask him how she was treated by his father."
Buck looked from Jasper to Red Bear. "He says your father beat her because she had only you and he wanted another son. Is that true?"
Red Bear looked away and didn't answer. Buck continued, "He says your father is the one who beat and forced her and that she ran away to be with him."
Red Bear nodded.
"Why didn't you tell me?" asked Buck.
"She wouldn't let me," answered Red Bear. "She made me promise to stay with her story so we didn't lose position in the village. My father was dead and yours was gone. I needed to remain in a position of power for us to live well, especially after she insisted on keeping you."
Jasper struggled to a sitting position. "Don't fault him, Son. He done what he had too. I'm sorry I got you drawn into this mess, but I needed that gold to repay a debt.
"When I was 'bout ten years old, my pa died. My ma took up with a man I didn't like and who didn't like me. After a few years, they married. When I was about your age, he took her into town to celebrate their anniversary. He had a couple of his friends beat me up, tie me up and dump me in an old abandoned barn. Don't know how long I was there, but a rain storm forced a couple of pioneers into the barn for shelter. They found me and took me in. A year later, I repaid their kindness by stealin' all their money and going to California to search for my ma.
"I fell in with a man name of Everett. We found some gold. Took out a good amount. I found out my ma and her husband had died from a fever epidemic that had hit hard in this area. I decided to take my share of the gold and go back to repay the Jenkins. That's when Everett, Cutler and Wilson jumped me. They beat me and left me for dead. Kiowa found me and took me in.
"Stayed there almost two years. Left in a hurry. After I left them, I searched high and low for Everett and those other two. I knew they'd never recognize me. I hooked up with Cutler and Wilson a few months back. Seems Everett had set them up for a bank robbery and took all the money and gold for himself. They wanted him as bad as me. When we caught up with him, he gave Cutler the map to where the gold was hidden.
"Please, take that gold to the Jenkins. They live by your way station. Tell 'em Horace is real sorry. Please, promise me."
Buck looked at Jasper, "I promise," he said.
"Thank you. Also, try and forgive me. I never meant to harm you. Things just went so fast," Jasper said and then he died.
Buck looked at Jasper, then Red Bear. Lou came to his side, "What now?" she asked.
"I don't know," said Buck.
Red Bear told the others to go back to the village. He returned to Buck's side. "We can bury him here," he said.
Buck shook his head. "We should take him to the Jenkins. They might want to tell him good-bye."
"I will help," said Red Bear. While Buck sat with Jasper's body, Red Bear and Lou prepared to the trip. It would take at least two days to get back because neither Lou nor Buck was up to riding long distances at great speed.
Three days later, the group entered the yard of the way station. Kid and Ike were across the yard quickly. Kid helped Lou dismount, and assisted her to the bunk house. Ike glanced at Buck. Buck shook his head, "Take care of Lightening for Lou. I'll be back by nightfall." He and Red Bear continued on their journey.
Elias Jenkins looked up from his work on his hay pulley system. "Looks like we got company coming."
"My," said Abigail. "Aren't we becoming popular all of a sudden?" She came out of the barn.
"Wonder who that could be," mused Elias.
"Think it's Buck and another Indian," said Abigail.
"Sure enough," said Elias. "What's that they're pullin'?"
Abigail joined Elias at the corral fence.
"Hate to say this, Son," said Elias, "But you look worse than you did the last time we saw you."
Buck smiled. He waited while Red Bear dismounted and came to help. Then he took the gold from his saddlebags. "He wanted you to have this," Buck said indicating the body of the man on the travois behind Red Bear's horse. "Said he owed you."
"Nobody owes us anything I can recall," said Abigail taking the pouch.
"Who was he?" asked Elias walking towards the body.
"Horace Jasper," said Buck.
"Oh," said Abigail dropping the pouch on the ground and kneeling down beside it. "Poor Horace."
Buck went to her side. He helped her stand. "He's been trying to return the money he took from you for a long time," Buck explained.
"Kept runnin' into trouble, didn't he?" remarked Elias.
Buck nodded. After he told them Horace’s story, Abigail Jenkins smiled. "You two brung him all this way just so we could pay our respect?"
Again Buck nodded.
"How thoughtful."
"Guess we could bury him out in the East Meadow. He always did like it out there," said Elias.
"Sir?" said Red Bear.
"Yes," said Elias.
"Would you mind if we honored him with a Kiowa ceremony?"
"Wouldn't mind at all," said Elias. "Somehow that seems appropriate."
As Buck and Red Bear prepared to leave after the ceremony, Elias put his hand on Red Bear's leg. "You come back here anytime," he said. "Tell your people they'll be welcome here too. Just mention Buck's name."
Red Bear thanked them and left. Buck watched him go.
"Thank you," he said.
"What for this time?" asked Elias.
"For understanding," said Buck smiling.
"Heck, Boy," said Elias. "The little lady and I just found us a family. We should be thanking you."
"That's right," said Abigail. "It's true Horace here weren't with us a long time, but we still thought of him as a son. That would make you our grandson. So don't stay away too long, hear?"
Buck smiled at the elderly couple. As he started on his way back to the way station, it occurred to him that a few days ago he was thinking that he must have done something to offend the gods of the wind because they seemed to be tormenting him. Now he realized that he owed them a debt of gratitude. Without that wind storm that had caused him to bump into Mrs. Jenkins he never would have met his father. It was good to know that the story he'd always believed was a lie. He felt much better about himself now that he knew his father's tale.
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