Time Enough for Love (51 page)

Lazarus could feel the tension grow, could see the younger two watching their father for instructions. Lazarus ignored them and kept his easy smile on Montgomery, while forcing his muscles to stay loose as cotton. Right now? Would the bear back off? Or treat it as a challenge?

Montgomery split his face in his widest grin. “Why, sure, neighbor—if that’s how you want it. Shall I take off my pants, too?”

“Just your guns, sir.” (He’s right-handed. If I were right-handed and wearing what you are wearing, where would my second gun be? There, I think—but, if so, it must be small…either a needle gun or possibly an old-fashioned snubnosed assassin’s gun. Are his sons both right-handed?)

The Montgomerys put their gun belts on the seat of their wagon, came back. Lazarus stood aside and welcomed them in, then slid the bar into place as he closed the door. Dora was waiting, dressed in her “party dress.” For the first time since a very hot day on the prairie she did not wear her rubies at the evening meal.

“Dear, this is Mr. Montgomery and his sons, Darby and Dan. My wife, Mrs. Smith.”

Dora bobbed a curtsy. “Welcome, Mr. Montgomery, and Darby, and Dan.”

“Call me ‘Monty,’ Mrs. Smith—and what’s your name? Mighty pretty place you’ve got here…for so far out in the country.”

“If you gentlemen will excuse me, I have a couple of things to do to get supper onto the table.” She turned quickly and hurried back into her kitchen.

Lazarus answered, “I’m glad you like it, Monty. It’s the best we’ve been able to do so far, while getting a farm started.” The back wall of the compound had four rooms built against it: storeroom, kitchen, bedroom, and nursery. All had doors into the compound, but only the kitchen door was open. The rooms interconnected.

Outside the kitchen door was a Dutch oven; in the kitchen was a fireplace used for other cooking and for all cooking when it rained. That and a water barrel were as yet Dora’s major kitchen equipment—but her husband had promised her running water “sometime before you are a grandmother, my lovely.” She had not pressed him about it; the house grew larger and better equipped each year.

Beyond the Dutch oven and paralleling the bedrooms was a long table with matching stools. At the other wall by the storeroom was an outhouse; it and a water barrel and two wooden tubs made by cutting another barrel in two constituted, so far, their “bathroom-toilet-refresher.” A pile of earth with a shovel stuck into it was by the outhouse; the cesspit was being slowly backfilled.

“You’ve done pretty well,” Montgomery conceded. “But you shouldn’t have put your privy inside. Don’t you know that?”

“There is another privy outside,” Lazarus Long told him. “We use this one as little as possible and I try to keep it from being too whiff. But you can’t expect a woman to go outside after dark, not in loper country.”

“Lots of lopers, eh?”

“Not as many as there used to be. Did you see any dragons as you came through the valley?”

“Saw a lot of bones. Looked like a plague had hit the dragons hereabouts.”

“Something of the sort,” Lazarus agreed. “Lady!
Heel!
” He added, “Monty, tell Darby that it’s not safe to kick at that dog; she’ll attack. She’s a watchdog, in charge of this house, and she knows it.”

“You heard what the man said, Darby. Leave the dog alone.”

“Then she had better not come sniffing around me! I don’t like dogs. She growled at me.”

Lazarus said directly to the older son, “She growled because you kicked at her when she sniffed you. Which was her duty. If I had not been present, she would have taken your throat out. Leave her alone and she’ll leave you alone.”

Montgomery said, “Bill, you had better put her outside while we eat.” Phrased as a suggestion, it was made to sound like an order.

“No.”

“Gentlemen, supper is served.”

“Coming, dear. Lady. High sentry.” The bitch glanced at Darby but immediately trotted up the ladder to the roof, using the rungs without hesitation. There she made a careful fullcircle scan before sitting down where she could watch both outside and the supper party below her.

The supper party was more successful as a supper than as a party. Conversation was limited mostly to small talk between the two older men. Darby and Dan simply ate. Dora answered briefly sallies that Montgomery made at her and failed to hear any that she regarded as too personal. The sons seemed surprised to find their plates set each with knife, fork, chop tongs, and spoon, then relied mostly on knife and fingers; their father made some effort to use each eating tool, getting quite a bit of food into his beard.

Dora had piled the table with hot fried chicken, cold sliced ham, mashed potatoes and chicken gravy, hot corn pone and cold whole wheat bread with bacon drippings, a mug of goat’s milk at each place, lettuce-and-tomato salad with grated goat’s-cheese-and-onion dressing, boiled beets, fresh radishes, fresh strawberries with goat’s milk. As promised, the Montgomerys ate for six, and Dora was pleased that she had provided a plenty.

At last Montgomery pushed back his stool and belched appreciatively. “My, that hit the spot! Miz Smith, you can cook for us all the time. Right, Dan?”

“Right, Pop!”

“I’m pleased that you enjoyed it, gentlemen.” She stood up and started to clear the table. Lazarus stood and started to help her.

Montgomery said, “Oh, sit down, Bill. Want to ask you some questions.”

“Go ahead and ask,” Lazarus said, continuing to stack plates.

“You said there was no one else in the valley.”

“That is correct.”

“Then I think we’ll stay right here. Miz Smith is a very good cook.”

“You’re welcome to camp here overnight. Then you’ll find excellent farmland farther down the river. As I told you, I’ve homesteaded all of this.”

“Been meaning to talk to you about that. Doesn’t seem right for one man to grab all the best land.”

“It isn’t the best land, Monty; there are thousands of hectares just as good. The only difference is that I’ve plowed and cultivated this part.”

“Well, we won’t argue about it. We outvote you. Four voting, I mean, and us three all voting the same way. Right, Darby?”

“Right, Pop.”

“It’s not subject to vote, Monty.”

“Oh, come now! The majority is always right. But we won’t argue. Been a nice feed, now for some entertainment. Do you like to rassle?”

“Not especially.”

“Don’t be a spoilsport. Dan, do you think you can throw him?”

“Sure, Pop.”

“Good. Bill, first you rassle Dan—out here in the middle and I’ll referee, keep everything fair and square.”

“Monty, I’m not going to wrestle.”

“Oh, sure you are. Miz
Smith!
Better come out here, you won’t want to miss this.”

“I’m busy now,” Dora called out. “I’ll be out shortly.”

“Better hurry. Then you rassle Darby, Bill—then you rassle
me.
”

“No wrestling, Monty. Time for you folks to get into your wagon.”

“But you
want
to rassle, young fellow. I didn’t tell you what the prize is. The winner sleeps with Miz Smith.” His second gun appeared as he said it. “Fooled you, didn’t I?”

From the kitchen Dora shot the gun out of his hand just as a knife suddenly grew in Dan’s neck. Lazarus shot Montgomery carefully in the leg, then even more carefully shot Darby—as Lady Macbeth was at his throat. The fight had lasted under two seconds.

“Lady. Heel. Nice shooting, Dorable.” He patted Lady Macbeth. “
Good
Lady,
good
dog.”

“Thank you, darling. Shall I finish off Monty?”

“Wait a moment.” Lazarus stepped over and looked down at the wounded man. “Got anything to say, Montgomery?”

“You bastards! Never gave us a chance.”

“Gave you lots of chance. You wouldn’t take it. Dora? Do you want to? Your privilege.”

“Not especially.”

“All right.” Lazarus picked up Montgomery’s second gun, noted that it was indeed a museum piece but did not seem to be hurt. He used it to finish off its owner.

Dora was peeling off her dress. “Half a moment, dear, while I get this off; I don’t want to get blood on it.” With the dress out of the way, her pregnant condition showed a little. She also showed several other weapons as well as a gun belt riding low on her hips.

Lazarus was getting out of his kilt and other finery. “You don’t need to help, sweetheart; you’ve done a full day’s work—and a fine one! Just toss me my oldest overalls.”

“But I
want
to help. What are going to do with them?”

“Put them into their wagon, take them far enough downriver that lopers will dispose of them, drive back.” He glanced at the Sun. “An hour and more of daylight left. Time enough.”

“Lazarus, I don’t want you away from me! Not now.”

“Upset by it, my durable one?”

“Some. Not much. Uh…made horny by it, I’m ashamed to say. Perverted, huh?”

“Rangy Lil,
anything
makes you horny. Yes, it’s somewhat perverse…but a surprisingly common reaction to one’s first encounter with death. Nothing to be ashamed of as long as you don’t get hooked by it; it’s just a reflex. On second thought never mind the overalls; I can scrub blood off my hide easier than getting it out of cloth.” He removed the bar and opened the gate as he talked.

“I’ve seen death before. I was much more upset when Aunt Helen died…and not a bit horny.”

“Violent death, I should have said. Dear, I want to get these bodies outside the wall before any more blood soaks into the ground. We can discuss it later.”

“You’ll need help loading them. And I
don’t
want to be away from you, truly I don’t.”

Lazarus stopped and looked at her. “You’re more upset than you let on. That’s common, too—steady in the clutch, then a reaction afterwards. So let’s work it out. I don’t fancy leaving the kids alone that long, nor do I want them in a wagon loaded with all that bad meat. Suppose I drive just a short distance tonight—say three hundred meters or so—while you start a kettle of water? I’m going to want another bath after this job even if I manage not to get a drop of blood on me.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Dora, you don’t sound happy.”

“I’ll do it your way. But I could wake Zaccur and have him baby-sit. He’s used to it.”

“Very well, dear. But first we load them. You can hold up their feet while I drag them. If you throw up, I’ll assume that you’ll baby-sit while I finish this chore.”

“I won’t throw up. I ate very little.”

“I didn’t eat much either.” They got on with the grisly task; Lazarus continued to talk. “Dora, you did a perfect job.”

“I caught your signal. You gave me plenty of time.”

“I wasn’t sure he was going to push it to a showdown even when I signaled.”

“Really, dear? I knew what they meant to do—kill you and rape me—before they ever sat down to eat. Couldn’t you feel it? So I made sure that they ate plenty—to slow them down.”

“Dora, you really do sense emotions—don’t you?”

“Mind his head, dear. When they’re as strong as that, I do. But I wasn’t sure how you would handle it. I made up my mind to be raped all night if that was what it took for you to set up a safe chance.”

Her husband answered soberly, “Dora, I will allow you to be raped only if that is the only possible way to save your life. Tonight it was not necessary. Thank goodness! But Montgomery had me worried at the gate. Three guns out in the open and mine still under my kilt—Could have been a problem. Since he meant to take me anyhow, he should have done it then. Durable, three-fourths of any fight lies in not hesitating when the time comes. Which is why I’m so proud of you.”

“But you set it up, Lazarus. You signaled me to get into position, you stayed on your feet when he told you to sit down, you went around to the end of the table and pulled their eyes with you—and stayed out of my line of fire. Thank you. All I had to do was shoot when he got out his gun.”

“Of course I stayed out of your line of fire, dear; this isn’t my first time by too many. But it was your straight shooting that gave me time to put my knife into Dan instead of having to settle his father first. And Lady did me the same favor with Darby. You two girls saved me from having to be three places at once. Which I’ve always found difficult.”

“You trained both of us.”

“Mmm, yes. Which detracts not at all from the admirable fact that you held your fire until he committed himself—then lost not a split second in taking him. As if you were a veteran of a hundred gun battles rather than none. You might go around and steady the mules while I get this tailgate open.”

“Yes, dear.”

She had just reached the lead pair and spoken soothingly to them when he called out: “Dora! Here a minute.”

She came back; he said, “Look at
that.
”

It was a flat piece of standstone he had removed from the end of the wagon bed and laid on the ground by the corpses. It was carved with:

B
UCK
B
ORN ON
E
ARTH
3031
A.D.
D
IED ON THIS SPOT
N.B. 37
He Always Did His Best

She said, “Lazarus, I don’t understand it. I can understand why they intended to rape me—I’m probably the first woman they’ve seen in many weeks. I can even understand that they would kill you, or do anything, to get at me. But
why
would they steal this?”

“It’s not exactly ‘why,’ dear… People who don’t respect other people’s property will do
anything…
and will steal anything that’s not nailed down. Even if they have no use for it.” He added, “Had I known this earlier, I would have given them no chance. Such people should be destroyed on sight. The problem is to identify them.”

Minerva, Dora is the only woman I ever loved unreservedly. I don’t know that I can explain why. I did not love her that way when I married her; she had not had a chance as yet to teach me what love can be. Oh, I did love her, but it was the love of a doting father for a favorite child or somewhat like the love one can lavish on a pet.

I decided to marry her not through love in any deepest sense but simply because this adorable child who had given me so many hours of happiness wanted something very badly—my child—and there was only one way I could give her what she wanted and still please my own self-love. So, almost coldly, I calculated the cost and decided that the price was low enough that I could let her have what she wanted. It could not cost me much; she was an ephemeral. Fifty, sixty, seventy, at the most eighty years, and she would be dead. I could afford to spend that trivial amount of time to make my adopted daughter’s pitifully short life happy—that’s how I figured it. It wasn’t much, and I could afford it. So be it.