rickling down my spine was cold and clammy under the slight stir of wind。 I tried to assay our chances and came up empty。
John J。 Battles suddenly spoke。 〃I'd like to see the leaves turning red and gold again； and hear the wild geese honk。〃
〃You're thinking of a northern land；〃 Spanish Murphy said。 〃I remember a time like that in Wyomin'。 I drove a herd east from Oregon。〃
Dorset edged close to me。 〃Tell；〃 she said softly； 〃do you think we'll make it？〃
I did not want to talk； it was a time for listening。 〃We've had luck so far；〃 I answered。
We switched horses again and pushed on through the nooning time … four bold but lonely men； a girl scarcely bee a woman； and the youngsters； four of them。 With the spare horses； three per rider； and our pack horse； we made a solid bunch。 Our other pack horse had long since been lost。
Somewhere； still far off to north of us； lay the border； a thin line drawn on maps； and a thin line in our consciousness； but a strong one across our lives。 North of it there might be help。 And further north still there was sanctuary。
We slowed the horses to a walk。 It was very hot。 The sun was lost in a brassy sky。
I think we all knew that the Apaches would e。 We could elude a few； but we could not elude them all。 The Apache had no regard for horse flesh。 He would ride a horse to death and then eat him； so he rode often at a killing pace。 And there were the talking smokes； speaking across the distance。
I did not hate the Apache。 He was my enemy as I was his because of the time and the circumstances； but he was a fighting man； and a strong man who endured much to live in this country。 If they captured us they would kill us。 There would be torture for the men； worse perhaps for the girl； but it was their way of life； and you judge each man by his time and his way of life。
We walked our horses while the saddles creaked； and we blinked our eyes to see past the sting of the salty sweat trickling into them。 Dark stains showed on our shirts。 We drank water from our canteens； and kept on。
We knew there was a waterhole ahead。 Rocca knew where it lay； Spanish knew； and I knew。 We thinned out as we rode nearer； and we cut for sign； but found none。 We could see a cottonwood up ahead； and a small clump of willows。 Off to the east； fifty yards or more from the waterhole； rose a bare upthrust of rocks perhaps half a mile long； and not more than a hundred yards wide for most of its length。
Pulling up； I studied those rocks。 〃That waterhole now；〃 I said。 〃If somebody was up in those rocks anybody at the waterhole would be a sitting duck。〃
〃We got to have water；〃 Murphy said。
Glancing around； I saw a separate small island of rocks rising perhaps from a buried spur of the ridge。 〃You folks hole up over younder；〃 I said； 〃and I'll take three horses and the canteens and ride over there for water。 You cover me。 If any shooting starts； you open up on the ridge over there。 I'll water the horses； and fill the canteens。〃
Leading the horses； I rode to the waterhole。 There was a desert wren singing in the willows； and the cotton…wood leaves were rustling； as they do in the slightest breeze。 Some quail sifted away through the low brush as I approached； the horses quickening their pace as they neared the water。
If there were Apaches near they would surely have seen my friends take their rifles and get down among the rocks； and they would be almighty sure to know that meant trouble if they opened fire。 But it was a shaky business； a…setting out there on a horse； letting the other ones take the time to drink； and just a…waiting for a bullet。
After a bit I got down； went around the waterhole； and began filling canteens。 First off； on ing up to the waterhole I'd taken notice of the ground； and saw coyote； bighorn； and wild horse tracks； and the track of a desert fox； too； but no tracks of anything human。 That didn't mean a whole lot。 An Apache； if he figured there were white men around； would never go near a waterhole unless he was dying of thirst。 He would just hole up some place close by and wait。
One by one I filled the canteens； getting a drink myself in the meantime； and then I mounted up and rode back and took the rest of the horses。
It was an eerie sort of thing； watching the horses dip their muzzles into the water and drink； and listening to that wren in the brush。 I could see a place where some javelinas； the wild pig of the desert； had been bedded down。
When the last horse had drunk his fill； I gathered the reins on the black and put a boot into the stirrup。 I started to swing up； but something glanced sharp across my eyes and I let go the pommel and dropped。
The bullet； timed for my swing into the saddle； clipped a twig where my head would have been； had I not been warned by that flash of sunlight on a rifle barrel。
On one knee I aimed and fired； my shot echoing those fired by my bends among the rocks； and they all hit within inches of where the Apache had been。 Then I was in the saddle and racing the horses back to the rocks。 In an instant we were all riding； and another shot hit the sand behind us。
〃Only one；〃 Rocca said； 〃but he'll send up a smoke。〃
〃Maybe we got him；〃 Spanish said。
〃We'd have to have luck。 We worried him； but I don't think we got him。〃
We glanced back； and in another minute saw a thin column of smoke rising。 We looked at it； but nobody made any ment。 The horses were slowed to a walk … they might need to run later。 We traveled down an arroyo that left no tracks to speak of； the deep sand obliterating all but indefinite hollows。
We went down across a desert flat and into several parallel ranges of bare ridges； their slopes partly covered with the drift sand。 The ridges gave us a little cover； and we stepped up the pace。
The children were very tired now。 The endless motion of the horses had lulled them into a state where nothing mattered but a longed…for end of it。 As for the rest of us； we lived by the moment； counting on nothing more； knowing that the worst might still lay before us。
Dorset came close to me； and for some time we rode side by side without speaking。 Suddenly； about half a mile off to our right； we saw a rider。 It was an Apache； but he made no effort to close the distance； simply holding a course parallel to our own。 A few minutes later another appeared； to our left。
〃They're closing in。〃 Battles lit a cigar； squinting his eyes through the smoke。 〃I think they've got some place in mind； somewhere up ahead。〃
Tampico stood in his stirrups； scanning the country around。 〃We'll turn west；〃 he said。
We wheeled quickly and charged in that direction； spurring our horses for speed； and drove right at the man on that flank。
For a startled instant I think the Apache had no idea what to do； and then he fled off to the northwest as fast as his pony could carry him。
We kept on west at top speed； wanting to cover ground before they could adjust to our change of direction and pace。 We dipped into a hollow dotted with clumps of ocotillo and prickly pear； and charged down it； out of sight of the Apaches for at least a mile。 Then we rode up a shallow wash and out on the flat above。
There were at least a dozen Apaches off to the east； riding on a course that would join with ours somewhere ahead。 Others were ing up behind； and to the west we could see another party ing along fast to head us off。
Me； my eyes were taking in the country around。 We were being boxed。 〃All right；〃 I said； 〃we'll run！〃
And we ran。
I figure we all knew we were up against it then。 They knew we had been swapping saddles； but now they weren't going to give us a chance to do that。 They were going to run us the way they'd run wild horses； in relays。 If we stopped they'd move in and surround us； so we had to run。 And they knew where we were running to。
Oh； they were sly； all right； cunning as wolves。 Ahead of us a canyon mouth suddenly opened； a wide； shallow canyon like some of those in western Texas； with sides sloping steeply up to a sheer rock wall about thirty or forty feet high。 The Apaches closed in on the sides； driving us into that canyon like into a trap。 And we knew it would be a box canyon； with a dead end somewhere up ahead。
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