to recite, no prayer or proper words to say. Instead he silently went about filling in the grave, anxious to have the task done and be on his way.
He was halfway back to the wagon before he stopped,turned, and slowly returned to the fresh mound of dirt that rose where vegetables had once been grown. âI promise to see to your son as best I can,â he said.
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As he rode into Thayer, he was surprised to find Marshal Thorntree sitting in his chair outside the jail, a large chaw protruding from the side of his mouth. âI see youâve brung Taterâs wagon back,â he said, âthus making me into an unholy liar. Told him he wasnât likely to ever see it or you again.â
Taylor climbed down and rested one foot against the boardwalk. âDidnât figure on interrupting your rest, Marshal. I must say Iâm a bit taken aback that you ainât out on the trail.â
âI was. We just come back last evening. Seems our work got done for us.â
The marshal and his posse had wasted little time beginning their pursuit of the Bender clan. âWeâd gathered provisions for a long ride,â he said, âbut we wasnât but a day and a half out before we caught up to âem. We rode up on the Fall River down south and seen their horseless wagon stuck up to the axles out in the middle of the water. They had to be plumb crazy to try to ford when it was on such a rise from the recent rains.
âThatâs where they met their due.â
âYou saying they drowned?â
The marshal shook his head. âThat would have been too kind an ending to their story. They were attacked and killed by a party of renegade Indians.â
The posse had found John Bender and his son lying side by side on the riverbank, both scalped, skin peeled from their naked bodies. A dozen arrows had been shot into each one. âTheyalso had their arms cut off,â Thorntree added. âThe old lady, we found her floating in a shallow downstream, gutted like a boar hog, her eyes poked out.â The marshal turned and spat off the porch. âGiven their murdering history, Iâd say they got a more proper justice than we could have provided.â
Taylor pondered the surprising turn of events. âAnd the daughter?â
âThe pretty one you spoke of? She wasnât among the dead. Probably got herself taken away to a life of grinding corn, scraping hides, and pleasuring young savages. I donât relish thinking whatâs to become of her. At any rate, whatâs done is done. I reckon we can now set the matter to rest and go back to tending to more ordinary business.â
âI ainât so sure.â Taylor began to tell the marshal about the raid on the Barstow cabin. He ended his story with young Jakeyâs description of the woman heâd seen. âFrom what he says, it didnât appear she was no Indian and wasnât likely being held hostage.â
âAnd youâre figuring this was the other Bender woman?â
Taylor nodded. âKate Two, she said her name was. Spiritualist with a talent for talking to the dead.â
âEven the spirits of Indians who have passed on to their happy huntinâ ground, you reckon?â
âIâm guessing thatâs the very thing she wants them believing.â
The two men fell silent.
âI suppose weâve all been reminded of a lesson we might should be taking to heart,â the marshal finally said. âItâs for certain youâve had enough misery of late. This hereâs still hard country, despite all the governmentâs promise. Too many scalawags and outlaw types coming this way to takeadvantage of honest folks by stealing and killing. You seen that firsthand with what happened to your pa.â He turned and spat again. âAnd what we seen down by the river got me to thinking that it makes no matter what they offer the Indians
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