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The Cave by Storm
Richards Hannibal
Heyes swept away his footprints with the branch as he backed into the
entrance. Tossing it to the side,
he carefully pulled the shrubs in front, disguising the opening. Turning, he paused, letting his
eyes adjust to the dimly lit cave as he focused on the still form lying on
the ground about forty feet from him.
As his eyes adjusted, he began to make out his partner's face as it
glowed in the low light of the flames.
Sighing, he frowned. It
didn't look like there had been any movement in his absence. Walking
over, he crouched down next to him as he took off his glove and placed the
back of his hand on his best friend's forehead. Grateful, that at the present time,
the fever was under control; he let out the breath he didn't know he was holding. Tapping
Kid's shoulder, Heyes quietly called his name, "Kid? Kid?" With no response, he tried again a
little louder, while he gently shook him, "Kid? Kid? Can you wake up? I got some cool water for you." A
slight moan escaped his partner’s lips. Encouraged,
Heyes shook him again, "Kid!" "Ohh,"
Kid groaned, smacking his lips together but not opening his eyes. "I
got more water," Heyes stated.
"I'm gonna lift you up a bit. Take a sip." With one hand under the blond’s
head, he lifted it as he placed the newly filled canteen to his lips. "Come on partner, just a
sip." Obliging,
Kid parted his lips slightly, taking in a little water. "That's
good," Heyes stated as he lifted the canteen so Kid could swallow. "You want some
more?" Kid
moaned as he ever so slightly shook his head. "Okay,
that's enough for now; we'll try again in a little while." Heyes carefully lowered Kid's head,
resting it on his bedroll. "Heyes,"
Kid whispered. "Yeah
Kid?" he anxiously answered
as he leaned in to hear what he had to say. "Where?"
he asked so quietly Heyes had to strain to hear him. "We're
in the cave. We're safe." Kid
quietly grunted and then fell silent.
Heyes
watched as his partner's chest once again began to rise and fall to a steady
beat. With his eyes fully
adjusted to the lighting, Heyes looked around the cave. It was big; it had been used to hide
quite a few of the Devil's Hole Gang from various posses throughout the
years. Today it was just the two
of them and their horses that were tied up a ways back in the cave. Heyes picked up the pot of coffee that
was warming next to the fire.
Pouring himself a cup, he leaned back against his saddle as he kept a
watchful eye on his sleeping partner.
As
he inhaled the first sip, the leader of the Devil’s Hole gang enjoyed
the warmth as the dark brown liquid slid down his throat. He thought about the past couple of
days searching for answers as to why Kid could possibly be fighting for his
life. Heyes unconsciously shook
his head, if it was a bullet wound or something he could see, he might know
how to help. But this, on the
outside Kid looked perfectly fine.
Taking another sip, he searched his brain for anything that might give
him the answers he needed. **
Just
four days ago, Hannibal Heyes was sitting on the North Fork Hotel porch, feet
propped up on the banister, enjoying a cigar on a nice spring afternoon. As he watched the people of North Fork
bustle through town, he took a long draw on his cigar, lifting his face to
the sun; he slowly blew out the smoke.
This is the life he thought.
Taking another puff, his eyes caught a glimpse of his partner riding
into town. Kid Curry pulled his
horse to a halt in front of the hotel and dismounted. Heyes stood up, slowly walking over to
him. Tying
his horse to the post, Kid stated, without turning around, "Train's due
to pick up the payroll tomorrow. It should be at Sulfur Springs in
three." "Ah-huh,"
Heyes puffed again on his cigar as he held it in his teeth. As Kid turned around, he smiled and
handed him one. Turning, Heyes
headed back up to the porch and his chair. Kid
took the chair next to him, lighting his cigar as he propped his feet up on
the banister. "The
gang's due at the junction tomorrow night." He took another long draw on his
cigar, making circles as he blew the smoke out. "We hit the train as it slows
down before the bridge." A
young lady walking down the boardwalk caught both Heyes' and Kid's eyes,
halting the conversation momentarily, as they watched her disappear into the
General Store. "Mmm,"
a low guttural purr escaped from Heyes' throat. Shaking his head lightly brought him
back to the matter at hand.
"Did Mr. Handley make it to the train?" "Nope,"
Kid chuckled, his eyes still glued on the General Store. "Seems he got distracted by a
telegram saying he needed to get to Ciders Ridge right away." "He's
sure gonna be upset when he finds out there ain't no mail order bride waiting
for him in Ciders Ridge." "Yep,"
Kid smiled, his eyes still set on the General Store. "Hate to be the one to break it
to him." Heyes
smiled, nodding in agreement as he glanced sideways at his partner. "I know what you're thinking and
it ain't the time or place." Kid
finally took his eyes off the General Store and slowly turned to face
Heyes. "I know," he
smirked. "But there's no
harm in lookin'." Smiling he
raised his eyebrows as his eyes drifted back to the General Store. "Just
as long as it's just looking," Heyes seriously stated. "We're leaving in the morning and
the less anyone remembers us, the better." "You
certainly know how to take the fun out of the afternoon," Kid glumly
said. "It's
one thing to be with a saloon girl, and another to be with the lady that just
walked into the General Store."
Slowly removing the cigar from his mouth, Heyes blew the smoke into
the air. "The saloon girl
might not remember ya." Kid
turned and glared at Heyes. Heyes
continued, pretending not to notice.
"The lady in there," he nodded towards the General Store,
"she'll remember every last detail.
Probably give them a real good description of ya." Kid
sighed, knowing his partner was right and turned his attention to the rest of
the town. "So,
Mr. Handley missed the train," Heyes returned to the original
conversation. "How many
others will be guarding the payroll?" "Just
one," Kid stated, sounding a bit disinterested or more accurately
annoyed with Heyes. Just because
he knew Heyes was right, he didn't have to be happy about it. "Hmm,"
Heyes pondered. "Ya think
they'd have more." "The
railroad figures having Handley on the train is as good as four guards." "He
that good?" "He's
got the reputation and sometimes that's all it takes." Kid stated, fully aware of what a
reputation affords one. They
sat there for a few moments in silence, both looking at the town, deep in
their own thoughts. Figuring
he needed to get his partner's mind off of other things, Heyes sat up in his
chair, letting his feet drop to the ground with a thud. Getting Kid's attention, he turned to
look at him. "Sitting in the
sun's got me thirsty. Think I'll
head to the saloon for a whiskey." Kid
nodded, standing up with Heyes. It
was then that Heyes realized they would have to walk by the General Store to
get to the saloon. Cursing to
himself, he scanned the town. If
he had only said he was hungry; they would be at the other end of town. Well, the damage was done, he thought,
as he briskly walked towards the saloon with Kid by his side. Passing
the General Store, Kid quickly stated, "I'm gonna get some gun oil. I'll meet ya at the saloon," and
darted inside before his partner had a chance to object. Abruptly
stopping, Heyes turned on his heel in time to hear a crash from the
store. Walking over to the
entrance, he looked in to see Kid holding onto the young lady's arm,
steadying her with what appeared to be the contents of her bag, strewn all
over the floor. "I'm sorry,
Miss," Kid tipped his hat. "No,
it's my fault," she replied, sounding flustered. "I was in a hurry and didn't see
you." "No
harm done," Kid smiled, looking deep into her eyes, "as long as
you're alright." Heyes
noted his partner’s hand was still on her arm and scowled. "Everything alright," he
called out, walking into the store. Leaning down he picked up a bottle,
reading the label out loud, "Doc Brown's Miracle Elixir." "Thank
you," the lady replied as she reached out, taking it from him. Heyes
noted a bottle of willow bark in her hands along with a few others that
looked like they were for medicinal purposes. "Not feeling well?" he
directed his question to the young lady. "I'm
fine," she smiled, and then realized the reason for the question. "Oh, the medicine...it's for my
brother, he's very ill." "Doc
Brown's Miracle Elixir?" Heyes raised a questioning eyebrow. "It's
supposed to be good for everything," she replied. Heyes
shrugged, not believing it did anything.
"I
really have to go," she stated, remembering why she was originally in
the store. "You
have your hands full Miss, let me help you," Kid smiled, locking his
eyes on hers. Mesmerized
by his blue eyes, she held his gaze, once again forgetting she was in a
hurry. Heyes
broke the silence, directing his statement at Kid. "You should let the young lady
get back to her brother." Kid
could feel his partner’s piercing stare. Tipping his hat,
"Miss," he smiled as he broke the gaze. She
smiled and with all of her things gathered, hurried out the door. **
Heyes
lifted his cup to his mouth again, taking a mouthful of coffee. Speaking to Kid as though he was
sitting next to him having a cup, instead of lying next to him unconscious,
he asked, "Is that how you got sick? Did she give you whatever her brother
had?" Heyes shook his head
at Kid, admonishing him for his behavior. "I told you your heart was gonna
get you in trouble one of these days.
You don't have to help every pretty girl you see. Now look at the mess you're in." Heyes
took a moment to look at his partner as he lay quietly, his head resting on
his bedroll, eyes closed, buried under his coat, and the blankets from Heyes'
bedroll; his hat dangled from his saddle that was lying by his feet. Absently he took another gulp of
coffee before he continued.
"Now don't get me wrong, I like women as much as you do, but all
you have to see is someone of the fairer sex, and you fall for them. I told you, right now, we gotta stick
with the working girls. They're
real nice, good looking; take care of our needs and don't care who we
are. The thing they ain't, is
clingy. We don't need no woman
clinging on us when we gotta ride out of town. And we don't need to break no hearts
so that they give the sheriff a good description of us." Heyes
picked up a stick and poked the fire with it, waiting for the argument that
wasn't coming. He glanced at Kid
through the corners of his eyes, wanting to avoid eye contact, but Kid's eyes
were still closed. Dropping the stick, Heyes once again sat back as he took
another sip of his coffee.
Looking at Kid's face, he willed his partner to open his eyes but
instead he could hear all the arguments Kid would have against him. In response, Heyes tried to sooth
things over. "I know there
might be a day when we want to settle down. Have a home, a white picket
fence," Heyes began to chuckle lightly, "have a ranch, or a nice
steady job," he snickered, "but that ain't now. That is unless there's something you
forgot to tell me." He
contemplated their lives and then patted the saddlebag that was next to
him. "We got almost
twenty-five thousand dollars in here.
Even split up with the gang; that's over three thousand dollars
apiece. You ready to give that up
for a job that's gonna pay ya fair wages and be hard on your back?" Heyes
stared at Kid, taking his silence as a 'no', he added, "Didn't think
so." He
sighed as he continued to think.
"You, know, she really didn't look sick. Maybe ya didn't get this from
her. You started to look pale
that night and even worse the next morning when we were getting ready to
leave town. You didn't eat all
your breakfast. I knew something
was up." Shaking his head he
clenched his teeth for the lack of anything else to do, angry with himself
for not doing something then. He
snorted, thinking of the conversation he would have had with the doctor. You don't understand; he didn't eat
his breakfast. He's sick! The memory hung in the air as Heyes thought back. "By
the time we met up with the gang, you were almost doubled over." Heyes dug deep in his brain as his
facial expression turned serious, "You don't think you got sick from
those sick cows, do ya?" he asked Kid and then answered his own
question. "Nah, I don't
think you got sick from the cows." He ran his hand through his hair. "That would make more sense, well
not getting sick from them, but when you got sick. We saw those cows five days ago. Now that makes more sense about when
you got sick. Getting sick from
the pretty girl was too soon."
Heyes stopped and rethought things; "She did say her brother was
real sick, so maybe it was her. I
don't know of nobody getting sick from cattle in these parts, and anyhow, we
weren't close to them," he said trying to reassure himself. Heyes
lifted his cup to his lips and tilted it; it was empty. Without thought, he put it down as he
once again went through everything he could remember until Kid got sick. They got up, checked out of the hotel
and went to the café for breakfast. When they ordered, Kid ordered the
regular amount, but then mostly pushed the food around the plate. Kid was just so stubborn, wouldn't admit
being sick in the morning and wouldn't admit it on the ride to meet the gang.
**
"Ugh,"
Kid grunted as he unsuccessfully tried to hide his discomfort. "You
okay?" Heyes asked his partner as he pulled his horse to a stop. Looking Kid over he added, "You
don't look good. What's
wrong?" "Nothin's
wrong." "You
been making all kinds of noises the past hour - yeah I heard ya - so don't be
telling me nothing's wrong." "Heyes,
I'm fine," Kid said through gritted teeth. "We have to meet the gang at the
junction. Can we just keep
goin'?" "No,
we can't keep going ‘til I find out what's wrong." Heyes began to really study Kid. He was very pale and as Heyes
squinted, he could see sweat dripping down the side of his face. "You're sweating!" "So."
"So,
it's cold." "Well
I'm not cold." "You're
sick." "I
ain't sick." "Well
then, you're pig headed." Kid
frowned. "Okay, I've felt
better, but I'm okay." Brown
eyes continued to study Kid. "Now
can we just keep movin' or are you tryin' to be a nursemaid?" "Hmrpf,"
Heyes snorted. "Fine, you
want to ride, we'll ride. Just
don't go falling off your horse and expect me to help you out." Kid
nodded and they set off again. **
"I
should'a made you go see the doctor when you didn't eat your breakfast. I knew something was wrong,"
Heyes chastised Kid, who was still lying quietly on the floor of the
cave. Brown
eyes scrutinized his partner’s face in the dimly lit light and then he
saw small beads of sweat that had formed at Kid's temples. "Damn," he quietly cursed as
he moved over next to him.
Placing his hand on his partner's forehead, he could feel the fever
once again taking over. Heyes
closed his eyes and took a small breath in. "Kid," he placed his hand on
Kid's shoulder. "You gotta
hang in there. I'm doing
everything I know how, but you gotta fight this." Heyes took his bandana and poured
water from the canteen on it.
Wiping Kid's brow Heyes quietly added, "Hang in there." He laid the damp bandana on Kid's
forehead as he began to remove the layers he put on him when Kid had the
shakes. After Heyes unbuttoned
Kid's shirt, he took Kid's bandana, wet it with water, and placed it on his
chest. "Kid,"
Heyes tried lightly shaking him awake; he was still unresponsive. Sighing,
Heyes looked around the cave, empty except for him, Kid, their gear and
horses. There were a few
useless odds and ends strewn across the cave that had been left from previous
stays; a mangled cup, a rusted canteen, a couple of old money bags and a
single boot. Heyes chuckled
lightly when he saw a single boot lying across the cave wondering how one
boot was left behind. As far as
he knew, none of his boys had left the cave with only one boot. He surmised that others besides the
gang may have used the cave, but he still chuckled, thinking of a one booted
man riding away. The
cave was a safe haven for the gang when they were running from a posse. The entrance sat back from the main
trail and the view of the entrance was tucked behind large boulders. Unless you knew the entrance was
there, it looked like a rock wall with trees in front of it. Since the cave was large enough for
not only the gang, but also their horses, once the footprints were wiped
away, there was no evidence they were there. Heyes
picked up the canteen again; bringing it to his lips he stopped an inch
before they touched. Scanning the
ground around him, he searched for his canteen, spotting it next to his
saddlebag. He placed the one Kid
drank out of next to Kid and picked the one next to the saddlebag up, taking
a swig. Still having a
conversation with the unconscious Kid he stated, "Good thing I didn't
drink out of yours. Can't have
both of us sick now, can we?"
Rolling his eyes he added, "Then again, I'm not doing much to
help you, so would it really matter." Standing
up to stretch his legs, Heyes continued to talk. "Wonder how Wheat and the boys
made out. They should've lost the
posse at Boulder Creek. If I
thought you could have made it that far, I would'a kept going, but I figured
you'd be off your horse well before then." Heyes reached his hands over his head
and stretched as he started to pace.
"So if it took ‘em to nightfall to Boulder Creek, Wheat
would want to wait a while before circling back." Heyes snorted, "And you know
he'll be circling back as soon as he can ‘cause we got the
money." Sighing, he wondered
if Wheat and the rest of the gang got away from the posse. Crouching
down, Heyes emptied the rest of the contents of the coffee pot into his
cup. Thinking of Wheat, he
remembered how proddy he was when they met up at the junction before the job.
**
"It's
about time ya got here," Wheat stated as Heyes and Kid finally made it
to the junction. "I was
thinkin' about headin' back to the Hole." Heyes
glared at Wheat. Lifting
his hand up defensively, Wheat added, "No offense, I just figured you
bein' the one always on time, somethin' might have happened, seeing you're
comin' up on three hours late." Heyes
continued to glare at Wheat. Turning
his head to break eye contact, Wheat noticed Kid, "You look like
hell." Kid
tried to stare Wheat down but wasn't up to it. "Wheat," he angrily stated
instead. "No
need gettin' proddy," Wheat stammered. Kid
nodded as he plopped down by the fire.
During the night he went from shivering cold, to taking off his coat
and walking away from the fire.
He knew he was sick, but he also knew Heyes and the rest of the gang
were counting on him. The plans
for this train robbery had been in the works for some time now and it was a
one-time deal. There was almost
twenty-five thousand dollars on the train and their biggest threat with
Handley had been neutralized.
They wouldn't have this opportunity again, so Kid determined his
feeling a little under the weather would not stand in their way. **
From
‘Stand and Deliver', to the whoops and hollerin' of the boys as Heyes
cracked the safe, everything went as planned. They got away, split the gang in two
in case a posse followed and later that night, met back at the junction. Everything went picture perfect and
Kid held his own until he dismounted.
As Kid's feet hit the ground, the world around him spun. "Hey
Kid," Heyes grabbed his partner's shoulder, steadying him. "You okay?" Kid
closed his eyes, willing the spinning to stop; he ever so slightly nodded his
head as the meager contents of his stomach were trying to revolt. "Go
sit, I'll get the horses," Heyes instructed. Kid
turned and stopped as he tried to regain his equilibrium. "Kyle,"
Heyes called, as he held the reins out. "Got
‘em Heyes," Kyle replied as Heyes took Kid's elbow and led him
towards the area with the fire pit.
"Here,"
Heyes let go of Kid's elbow, "have a seat, I'll get the fire going and
make some coffee." "I
think I'll pass." Kid
blinked his eyes, trying to get everything to stop spinning. "It
might..." Heyes started and then stopped as he saw how flushed Kid
looked. "Hey,"Heyes
placed his hand on Kid's forehead, "you're burning up!" "I'm
fine." Kid unsuccessfully
tried to assure. Rolling
his eyes, Heyes stated, "If fine means ya ain't dead, then yeah you're
fine. If you're trying to tell me
you feel okay...you're a lousy liar." Kid
gave a halfhearted snort trying to make a joke of things but once again, it
failed. "Kyle,
bring me Kid's canteen." Taking
it from Kyle, Heyes opened it and held it out for Kid. "Take a sip, it might help."
"Don't
think that's such a good idea right now," Kid groaned. By
now, the rest of the gang had gathered around the area and were staring at
the blond leader. Heyes
looked at them, "He's not a circus side show." The
gang looked at each other, shrugged and sat down, bunched up on the other
side of the fire pit. Heyes
scowled at them sitting so far away from their sick friend. "Wheat, get the fire started and
make some coffee. Kyle where's my
saddlebag?" "Right
here," Kyle held it up.
"Got Kid's too." "Good,"
Heyes said as he accepted the saddlebags from Kyle. Digging through it, he pulled out a
pouch with whitish powder in it along with a cup. He dumped some powder into the cup and
then added water. After a quick
swirl of the water with his finger, Heyes handed the cup to Kid. "Here, drink this." Kid
grimaced as he looked at the water and closed his eyes. "Come
on, it will make you feel better." Opening
his eyes, Kid swayed, "I'm not so sure about that." "I
am, so drink it," Heyes demanded as he put the cup in Kid hand and
helped him bring it to his lips.
"Good," he said, taking the cup once it was finished. "Kyle, get me Kid's
bedroll." After
placing Kid's bedroll down by the fire and helping Kid lie down on it, Heyes
stood up and looked around.
"Who's taking the watch?" "Hank
and Lobo," Wheat replied. Heyes
nodded as he picked up the saddlebag with the money in it and tucked it
between Kid and the log he sat down on.
**
The
rest of the night was fairly quiet.
Heyes sat next to Kid, leaning against the log he had previously been
sitting on, watching his partner and occasionally dozing off for a minute
here and there. Not sleeping was normal for Heyes after a job...Or more
rightly, any time he had something on his mind. Kid could sleep anywhere, anytime. Heyes on the other hand had to have a
quiet mind to sleep. Being the outlaws they were, that didn't happen often,
especially outside of the security Devil's Hole granted them. "Ooohhh,"
Kid groaned as his eyes fluttered. "Hey,"
Heyes shot up, placing his hand gently on Kid's shoulder. "Kid," he lightly called
out. "Kid," he said a
little louder. Kid's
eyes fluttered a little more and then opened. As
they slowly began to close Heyes called him again, "Kid, Kid, stay with
me." Blue
eyes focused on brown ones. "Hey,
how ya feeling?" he asked as a dimpled smile spread across his
face. Confusion
spread across Kid's face. "We're
at the junction. We just finished
the Tilson payroll job."
Heyes could see Kid relax as he remembered where they were. "Water,"
Kid gasped. Heyes
picked up the canteen and helped Kid lift his head to take a sip. Putting the canteen down, Heyes placed
his hand on Kid's forehead.
"Fever's down a little." He gave him a tight smile. "How
long...what time?" Kid stammered trying to put a sentence together. "A
while." "The
gang?" "Sleeping,"
Heyes tilted his head, "over there." Kid
ran his hand across his face, leaving his palm on his forehead. "My head
feels like it's gonna fall off." Giving
Kid a small smile, Heyes sarcastically stated, "Too thick headed for
that to happen." "That
bad, huh?" "Nah,
no blood, so it can't be that bad," Heyes said trying to comfort Kid as
much as himself. Kid
nodded slightly as his eyes closed. "Get
some rest," Heyes patted his partner's shoulder. "I got the
watch." **
Heyes
must have dozed off as the sun began to rise because the next thing he heard
was footsteps running towards them.
Drawing his gun, he was on his feet in a second. "Posse's
comin'!" Kyle yelled. "Wha....Huh....Where?"
were all heard as the gang was abruptly woken up. "How
far?" Heyes called out as he
looked at Kid and wondered what to do. "A
ways down the hill but they look like theys ridin' fast," Lobo answered.
"I
thought we lost them last night," Wheat cursed. "Kid,"
Heyes brusquely shook his shoulder.
"Kid, come on, you gotta wake up." Kid's
eyes shot open and then slowly started to close. "No,
ya don't," Heyes shook him again.
"Posse's coming, we gotta move." Over his shoulder Heyes called out,
"Kyle..." "Comin'
with yur horses," Kyle responded without being asked. "Let
me help ya up," Heyes stood up, pulling Kid up by his shoulders just as
Kyle arrived with the horses.
"Ya need help getting on your horse?" Kid
glared at Heyes, "I've been gettin' on my horse by myself for a long
time." Reaching
down, Heyes grabbed the saddlebags, shoving half the open bedroll into
one. Impatiently he stated,
"Well ya better do it now unless you want the posse to help ya." Throwing
the saddlebags on his horse, he quickly leaned down and with his shoulder,
helped to hoist Kid into his saddle.
Kicking his horse as soon as he mounted, the gang was off. "Wheat,"
Heyes called out as he watched Kid struggling to stay on his horse and keep
up with the gang, "Kid's not gonna make it far. We gotta split up or we'll all be
caught." Wheat
nodded in agreement. "Kid
and I will break off into the trees.
Hopefully the posse won't see and will keep following you. I'm gonna take Kid to the cave. Take the rest of the gang and
head through Boulder Creek. You
should lose the posse there and then can circle back around to Devil's
Hole." Wheat
nodded. "I'll come t' get ya
when it's clear." Heyes
nodded. "To
Boulder Creek," Wheat called out and the gang followed as Heyes grabbed
hold of Kid's horse's reins pulling them hard to the left and into the trees.
"We're
splitting up," Heyes told Kid, after the fact. "We're taking the money and
heading to the cave," Heyes stated, not wanting to get into an argument
on how fit or unfit Kid was.
"Hopefully, the posse will follow the gang." "Heyes,"
Kid said weakly, "thanks."
Heyes
nodded. **
Heyes
sighed as he sat propped up by his saddle in the dimly lit cave, coffee cup
in hand, next to Kid. He looked
at his best friend lying in the same place, same position as when they
arrived yesterday. The only
difference had been whether Kid was buried under covers to stop shivering or
like now, lying with his shirt open with a damp cloth on this forehead and
chest. **
The
plan worked and when the sun was high in the sky, Heyes and Kid arrived at
the cave. That was
yesterday. Kid barely made it.
Heyes was sure he was going to have to ride double to keep Kid on his horse,
but of course Kid was too stubborn for that. Heyes began questioning if whether the
extra effort could have cost Kid some of his energy to fight whatever he was
fighting. Pulling
up to the cave entrance, Heyes dismounted and walked over to Kid's horse and
waited for Kid to dismount. When
Kid made no movement to do so, Heyes reached up, tugging on his partner's
arm. "Come
on," Heyes grunted as Kid slid off his horse onto Heyes' shoulder. "Let's get you inside." Kid
hung onto Heyes as Heyes got the two of them into the cave. Once
he got Kid seated and propped up against the wall, Heyes went back for the
horses and gear. Leading
the horses into the cave, Heyes stopped near Kid, taking the bedrolls and
saddlebags off the horses.
Glancing around, he was happy to see they had left enough wood in the
cave last time they were there to start a fire. Gathering the wood quickly, Heyes
built a fire as Kid still sat propped up by the cave wall, eyes closed with
his hat in his lap. "I'll
get the fire going and then get your bedroll out," Heyes informed
Kid. Kid
grunted in response. With
the fire burning, Heyes laid Kid's bedroll out next to it. "Come on," he said as he
lightly tapped his partner's shoulder.
"Let's get you lying down so I can take care of the
horses." Heyes looked up at
the pair and chuckled, "They're giving me the eye," he joked with
Kid. "They haven't eaten or
had anything to drink since we left this morning. We might be looking like some nice big
hay bales to them." Kid
snorted lightly, his eyes still closed, "Maybe you," Kid sounded
groggy, "me, I make sure to give them apples and carrots. They know not to mess with the hand
that feeds them." Heyes
smiled, glad that Kid still had his sense of humor. "I make sure they get plenty of
treats too," he grunted out as he tried to help his partner get to his
bedroll. "Me, I'm moving
around; you, they see a brown lump.
You know... the color of hay." "Okay
Heyes," Kid slurred as he lay down on his bedroll, "I'm here, take
care of the horses. I think I got
a couple of carrots in my saddlebag..." the words turned into a whisper
as Kid fell asleep. Heyes
smiled, anyplace, anytime, Kid could fall asleep in a second. He hoped that when his partner woke
up, he would feel better.
"Alright," he said to the horses staring at him, "time
to take care of you." With
gear removed, Heyes led the horses towards their place in the back of the
cave. He picked up an
empty bucket from the area and patted his horse on the neck. "Here's a
carrot," he handed each horse a carrot he had retrieved from Kid's
saddlebag. "I'll get you
some water." Turning
he carried the bucket back to their gear and picked up both his and Kid's
canteen. "I'll be right back,"
Heyes told Kid, just incase he could hear him. "I don't expect Wheat to be back
before morning, so I'm just gonna get some water from the lake before it gets
dark." Heyes looked at the
few remaining logs and added, "and some wood." **
The
brown haired man got water, gathered wood and headed back to the cave. As he approached the entrance,
he took a branch and carefully swept his footprints away and then pulled
shrubs in front to disguise the entrance even more. After
tending to the horses, Heyes headed back to where his partner lay
silently. He watched Kid's chest
rise and fall with his rhythmic breathing. Satisfied that he was resting, Heyes
went about making coffee, adding wood to the fire and setting up his bedroll
and saddle. As
he finished, he looked at the opening of the cave; it was dark. Pulling out his pocket watch he
checked the time, seven-thirty.
He wondered if Wheat and the boys made it back to Devil's Hole
safely. Shrugging he blew out a
breath. Nothing he could do about
that now. Hopefully, Wheat would
arrive at the cave sometime mid-morning to tell him the coast was clear. Until then, Heyes would have to sit
back wait, and let Kid rest. Pouring
himself a cup of coffee Heyes, propped himself up with his saddle as he began
to think of the job. Everything
went the way it was planned. They
stopped the train, he cracked the safe and they were on their way before Kid
gave a time warning. In and out,
no posse followed. So how was it
that a posse caught up to them early this morning? Were they followed? He shook his head. He never saw anyone behind them. Shrugging he remembered, he did keep
an eye on Kid, but nah, he wasn't worried about Kid until he got off his
horse. Heyes
turned to Kid, "How ya think they found us?" Still
asleep, he didn't answer. "We
weren't followed, I know we weren't.
I checked." Heyes thought about it for a moment, "You
checked. You weren't sick then. Well maybe you were but it didn't look
it. Did you miss
something?" he paused,
shaking his head. "Nope, not
possible. Even a sick Kid Curry
sees things that other men don't."
Heyes concluded, "We weren't followed. So how'd they know?" Twisting
his face, he didn't like the things that were rattling around in his
brain. "Kid," he
hesitantly asked, "Do ya think one of the gang set us up? Could they have told someone where we
meet?" Taking
a sip of his coffee, he pondered the thought. "No one in the gang would do
that…would they?"
Heyes tried to remember if anyone acted strangely. If anyone had disappeared or gone
missing; nothing, he came up with nothing. Staring
at the fire, his eyes grew wide as he remembered a newspaper article he
read. "Damn," he
said out loud. "Kid,"
he continued his conversation though there had been no movement or
acknowledgement from his sick partner. "When I was waiting for you to
come back after seeing Handley, I read the newspaper." Heyes chuckled, picturing the eye roll
Kid would give him. "It said
the Jefferson Gang was tracked down and caught because they had hired an
Apache to track ‘em. Said
he could even track through the night." Heyes gulped, "Ya think they got
an Apache in this posse?" Nervously,
he tapped his cup with his fingers before taking another sip. Sounding concerned, Heyes continued,
"It's the only thing I can think of. Can you think of another way they
found us?" He
looked at Kid, waiting for an answer.
"Neither
can I. I know we were careful
getting there. We always are."
Sighing, he added, "Maybe the gang was followed and didn't
notice." He thought about
it, "Nah, say what you want about Wheat, he knows when he's being
followed and KNOWS not to bring the posse with him to the junction. He would have kept riding if he knew
he was being followed. And
anyway, if they followed us, why wouldn't they have waited until most of the
gang was asleep and come for us then?" Running
his hand over his face, he concluded, "No, an Apache is the only
explanation." He looked
towards the dark opening to the cave.
"Wonder if they knew we split off?" Heyes
shifted uncomfortably, unconsciously his hand slid down to his gun in his
holster. "Kid," Heyes whispered, "ya think an Apache can track
in the middle of the night?"
Thinking
for a moment, his eyes drifted to Kid's gun belt, lying next to him. Reaching over, he slid the belt a
little closer to him but still within reach of Kid. Quietly he sat, listening. **
"Posse,"
Kid called out, startling Heyes as he had just dozed off. Heyes
jumped to his feet, gun in hand in a blink, his eyes darting around the quiet
cave. "Heyes,
duck!" Kid yelled. Ducking,
Heyes searched for what Kid was yelling about. His eyes fell on his partner,
still lying on his bedroll next to the fire. "Look
out," Kid commanded. Heyes
instinctively flinched as Kid's hands flew in the air. Realizing
he must be dreaming, Heyes holstered his gun and squatted down next to
him. "Kid," he tapped
his shoulder. Getting no
reaction, he tried shaking him, "Kid, wake up. You're dreaming. Kid." "Ahhh,"
a hand came up and swatted at Heyes' arm. "Let's move!" Kid cried out as his hand went to
where his gun should be.
"Heyes!" He let
out a blood-curdling scream.
"I got ya," Kid's voice showed his panic. Furiously moving his hands in the air
as though he was doing something he continued. "Gotta stop the bleeding. Heyes hang in there, don't leave
me!" Heyes'
eyes shot opened, "What in the world are you dreaming, Kid?" Heyes'
eyes grew wide with fear.
"Kid, wake up...you're asleep... Kid!" Heyes looked at Kid's
face, sweat was running down the sides.
Placing his hand on his forehead he cursed, "You're burning
up!" Grabbing
the front of Kid's coat, Heyes tried to unbutton it but Kid thrashed out at
him, swatting his hands away.
"No,
no," Kid adamantly shouted.
"Heyes, I can't break free." Heyes
sat back on his heels, trying to figure out how to deal with one very
agitated partner. "Kid, Kid,
I'm here. It's okay, we gotta get
your coat off, then I can pull you free." "Okay,"
he responded. "Hurry,
they're comin'!" "I
know, I know," Heyes tried to reassure as he once again attempted to
settle Kid down, as his nimble fingers quickly unbuttoned the coat. "Okay, I'm gonna pull you free
now. Help if you can." Reaching
down, Heyes tugged on Kid's sleeves.
Once he freed the arm, he scooped Kid up with one arm, as he slid the
coat off with the other. Kid
reacted by grabbing hold of Heyes, giving him a big hug. Heyes
was shocked by the reaction and then horrified when he felt the heat
emanating from Kid's body. "Alright, you're free, Kid. Everything's okay." Heyes tossed the coat to the
side. "You can let go
now." Kid
relaxed his grip and Heyes carefully laid him back down on the bedroll. Blue eyes met brown, "Thanks for
saving me, Heyes. I thought I was
a goner. I owe you
one." Heyes
looked deep into Kid's eyes; gratefully they were opened but wondering where
Kid thought he was. Obviously,
the fever was giving him some sort of hallucination. He smiled tightly, "I think we're
even." Kid
reached up, touching Heyes' chest with terror in his eyes, "The
blood?" "I'm
all better. You saved me,"
Heyes reminded Kid. "Yeah?"
"Yeah." Kid's
eyes closed. "Kid,
Kid," Heyes called out. Kid's
eyes opened again. "Stay
with me." Kid
blinked at Heyes and his fevered eyes slowly closed again. Well,
Heyes thought, at least he was quiet. Taking off his bandana, he
poured water from the canteen on it.
Carefully he wiped Kid's brow in an attempt to cool him down. Wetting the bandana again, he laid it
on his forehead and then unbuttoned Kid's shirt leaving it open. This time, he used Kid's bandana to
cool him off, finally leaving the damp cloth on his chest. With
Kid resting, Heyes sat back to keep an eye on his partner. Looking at Kid's relaxed face, he
pondered what Kid could possibly have been thinking about earlier. The shear panic on his face, in his
voice…was so apparent, that whatever he was thinking about was happening
to him at that moment. But, was
it a nightmare or was Kid reliving some incident from their past. **
Heyes
shivered as the cave cooled. Picking up a stick to poke the waning fire, his
eyes caught Kid's flushed face and the sweat beading at his temples. Sighing, Heyes dropped the stick,
buttoned up his coat and then poured himself a cup of coffee. Taking a sip, he reveled in the
warmth. He took another sip and
then put the cup down. Lifting
the bandana off Kid's forehead, Heyes once again wet it with water from the
canteen. He wiped the sweat off
of his partner’s face and neck before rewetting it and placing it back
on Kid's forehead. He repeated
the motions with the bandana lying on Kid's chest. Looking at his flushed face, Heyes
contemplated waking him up, to try to get him to drink some water and give
him something for the fever.
Since Kid was resting peacefully, he decided against it, figuring the
best thing for him was rest. Sitting
back, he picked up the coffee cup and held his hands around it for the warmth
before finishing the cup. Once
again, Heyes sat watching his friend as the rise and fall of his chest lulled
Heyes to sleep. **
Woken
by the cold air and grunts from his partner, Heyes shivered as there were
only glowing embers left of the fire.
His hope that the cold air from the cave would help bring Kid's
temperature down, didn't materialize, as he could still see sweat beads on
Kid's face. "Huh,"
Kid grunted as he moved, eyes still closed. He licked his lips and swatted at
something in the air. Leaning
towards him, Heyes tapped Kid's shoulder. "Kid, ya awake?" No response. "Kid, ya awake? Ya thirsty?"
"Go,"
Kid yelled out, thrashing out, his fist connected with Heyes' jaw. Caught
by surprise, Heyes fell backwards, hitting his saddle. As he rubbed his chin he was at a loss
as to what to do next.
"Damn," he cursed.
"Heyes,
look out!" Kid cried
out. "Nooooooo!" Kid's arms reached out as tears
welled in his eyes. "Hang on
Heyes, don't leave me..." his voice trailed off to a whisper. Heyes
closed his eyes and clenched his jaw.
Kid was reliving the first time Heyes was shot. It wasn't Kid's fault. It really wasn't either of their
faults. They were just at the
wrong place at the wrong time, but Kid blamed himself for not protecting
him. The nightmares from that day
were always too real and Kid always woke up exhausted and drenched. Over
the next hour, Heyes watched Kid grow increasingly agitated; grunting, yelling
and flailing at things that weren't there. Each time there was an outburst, Heyes
tried to wake him up, only to get a push, or a shove but luckily no more
shots to the chin. The harder
Heyes tried, the more violent Kid got.
Worried
about his partner's deteriorating condition, Heyes sat back, trying to come
up with a plan, anything that could help Kid. Finally, a small smile spread across
his face, how could he have forgotten. He chuckled lightly to himself; maybe
it was the fist to the chin. Digging
through his saddlebag he found what he was looking for. Grabbing a cup, Heyes poured some of
the whitish powder in and then added water. Once again he shook Kid's shoulder as
he called his name.
"Kid...Kid," he called out louder. Setting the cup down, he used both
hands to shake him harder. Kid
moaned, thrashing about, but didn't open his eyes. "Kid,
I got some willow bark for you. I
need you to drink the water."
Suddenly
Kid's arms shot up grabbing Heyes' arms as his eyes flew open. Kid swallowed hard as he stared at
Heyes' chest. Slowly he
moved his hand to the spot he was looking at, "I'm sorry Heyes. I should'a stopped the guy." Pain and anguish were etched on Kid's
face. "Hey,"
Heyes yelled loudly as he placed his hand on Kid's hand. "Hey," Heyes yelled again.
"Look at me!" Heyes demanded.
"LOOK! AT! ME!" Blue
eyes slowly worked their way up from Heyes' chest to his eyes. Heyes
tried hard to hold Kid's gaze.
"I'm alright. You
saved me." "Noooo,"
Kid whimpered. "YES!" Heyes insisted. Lifting Kid's hand, Heyes showed
it to him. Terrified
blue eyes drifted from his own hand back to a set of sympathetic brown
eyes. "See,
you saved me. I'm
alright." Heyes
assured. Kid
smiled as his eyelids slowly closed and his grip loosened. Carefully,
Heyes placed Kid's hands by his side.
Remembering
why he woke Kid up to begin with, Heyes picked up the cup as he tapped Kid's
shoulder again. Kid
moaned. "You
have to drink the water," Heyes stated. Kid
didn't open his eyes but parted his lips. "That's
good," he lifted Kid's head and brought the cup to his mouth. "I got ya, take your time. Just drink it all." Kid
did as he was told. "Good,"
Heyes said, slightly encouraged by the fact that Kid could at least hear
him. He put the cup down and blew
out a breath, hoping the willow bark would bring down the fever. As Kid rested, Heyes once again wiped
Kid's face and chest with the wet bandana, using the last of the water in the
canteen. With
the fire almost out, Heyes shivered again. Not wanting to lose all of the heat,
he put a small log on. Within
minutes, small flames erupted and Heyes squatted down to warm his hands. Looking
towards the cave entrance, he noticed a slight lightening. "It's almost sunrise, Kid. What time do you think Wheat will be
here?" He rubbed his hands
over the fire. "If I know
Wheat, he'll be leaving soon and be here by breakfast." Looking at Kid, Heyes continued. "No, Wheat's not gonna send
somebody else. He'll come
himself." He snorted as if responding to something Kid said. "We have the money, that's how I
know. Wheat's gonna come and
probably Kyle. He'll have the
rest of the gang stay at the Hole."
Rolling
his eyes he added, "I'm sure he's been telling ‘em all how things
would have gone if he was the leader.
Now I'm not so sure how he's gonna explain how he would've kept you
from getting sick, but I'm sure he is.
Then there's the posse."
Heyes sighed, not liking what he was thinking. "Hmmm...wonder
what Wheat thinks went wrong.
Kid, you think somebody in the gang set us up? Sure hope not." With his hands warm, Heyes sat back
down. Bored,
and not being able to sleep, Heyes pulled out his pocket watch; four thirty
in the morning. With a glancing
check on Kid, Heyes stood up and stretched. Seeing as how his partner was resting
peacefully, he began to roam around the cave. He poked in and out of the nooks and
crannies figuring maybe he'd find something new, something that was
useful. Being that there were
very few nooks and even less crannies, Heyes was done in less than fifteen
minutes. Standing
towards the side, he arched his back, stretching it as he looked around,
trying to find something to occupy himself. If Kid were awake, they could always
play cards. Playing cards by
yourself was boring to Heyes.
There was no real thought needed, no challenge, so why bother? As
his eyes roamed the interior of the cave, he spotted the entrance and walked
over to it. Gazing at the sky
through the opening, he could see early signs on the horizon that the sun was
about to rise, though the dark sky above was still studded with stars. This was the most peaceful time of the
day for him. He often sat on the
porch of the leader's cabin at this time, somewhere between the end of one
day and the beginning of the next, and did some of his best thinking and
planning while the rest of Devil's Hole was silent. Unfortunately, the main
thing on his mind right now was Kid and he had no clue as to why he was sick
or how to make him better. The
other thought rattling in his brain was whether or not Wheat and the gang got
away from the posse. Nothing he
could do about that either. There
was nothing to plan, he just had to wait. There were very few things Hannibal
Heyes hated more than not being in control of the situation and waiting was
up there on the list. Turning,
he scanned the dimly lit cave.
Seeing a couple pairs of eyes staring back at him; he strolled over to
the horses. Stroking the neck of
his horse he said, "We should be out of here in a few hours. No rush to get back so we can take it
easy; let you graze some. I'll
make sure to give you a good brushing once we're in the Hole." Heyes'
horse nickered as though she understood.
"Thought
you'd like that," he smiled as he patted her. Turning
he rubbed the neck of Kid's horse, "Don't worry, if Kid's not up to it,
I'll make sure you're tended to, too." By
the time Heyes made his way back to Kid, he was curled up with his arms
wrapped around his chest, shaking.
Alarmed, Heyes ran to his side. "Kid, Kid," he tried to wake
him up. "Cold,"
Kid replied through chattering teeth. Heyes
quickly felt Kid's forehead, cool, well actually cold; the fever had
broken. With one quick swipe, he
removed the bandana from Kid's forehead and chest, pulling his shirt closed
in the process. Reaching, Heyes
seized Kid's coat and put it on top of him. Picking up his blankets from the
bedroll, he placed them on Kid as well.
"I'll
get the fire going," he told Kid as he placed a few logs on the fire and
stirred the embers to ignite them.
Kid
continued to shake. Taking
off his own coat, Heyes added it to the layers. "You'll be warm in no time,"
he stated as he squatted down and did his best to tuck the covers around Kid.
Rubbing
his arms for warmth, he was happy the fire was growing in size and emitting
heat. "Ya want some
coffee?" Kid
didn't reply as Heyes noticed his eyes were closed. Without
a coat, Heyes was grateful to feel the warmth of the fire on his back. After a few moments, he saw Kid's body
relax. Thankful, Heyes twisted
around and gazed into the fire. **
The
rest of the early morning hours went by without further incident as Kid got a
few hours of needed rest. Heyes
did what he had been doing since arriving at the cave yesterday afternoon;
sitting, waiting, and watching Kid.
There really wasn't anything else he could do considering the
condition his partner was in. He
hoped with Kid's fever seeming to be held at bay, his condition would improve
and they would be able to leave when Wheat arrived. Running
his hand over his face, Heyes tilted his head back. He stared at the top of the cave. Why? He didn't really know, but it was
the only place he hadn't looked at since they arrived. A
faint moan by Kid made Heyes' head snap forward. "Kid,
Kid," Heyes anxiously called out as he moved closer. "Kid," he repeated himself
as the hope of him waking up started to wane. Heyes huffed, "This beauty
sleep is getting a bit old. Once
Wheat gets here, you're gonna get your butt in the saddle." Heyes frowned. With no response after a jab like
that, Kid most likely wasn't ready to wake up. For what seemed to be the
thousandth time, Heyes placed his hand on Kid's forehead. "Think the fever is gone,"
he muttered. Antsy,
he glanced around the cave again with his eyes stopping at the entrance. "Sun's up. Been up a long time. Surprised Wheat ain't here
yet." Heyes twiddled his
thumbs. "Ya think they got
caught?" Heyes stared out
the entrance. "Nah, I don't
think they got caught. I sent
‘em towards Boulder Creek. No one can track through Boulder Creek. Not even an Apache." Heyes waited a beat. "Ya think they got caught? Well if they did, it's more for
us," Heyes stated as he patted the saddlebag full of money. Scowling,
Heyes turned back to Kid as if his partner was talking to him. "I was only joking. I know we'd have to try an' break
‘em out." Heyes paused
and then added, "Then again, ya think Wheat would come after us if we
didn't have the money?" Heyes
picked up a stick and jabbed at the fire. "You know Kid," Heyes stood
up as his voice got louder, "this would be a lot better conversation if
you would join in." He
turned to stomp away. "You
seemed to be arguin' with yourself jus' fine," a faint voice
stated. "Kid?"
Heyes whipped around, crouching next to him. "Hey, Kid," he called louder.
"Can
ya keep it down, I'm tryin' t' sleep," Kid whispered, his eyes still
closed. Creasing
his brow, Heyes stated very loudly, "No, I can't keep it down. You've been sleeping long
enough!" Kid
smacked his lips together. "Thirsty?"
Heyes asked with concern. "Uh-huh,"
Kid murmured. Heyes
picked up Kid's canteen, "Here," tilting the canteen towards Kid's
mouth Heyes helped Kid raise his head.
"Done?" Kid
gave a slight nod. Heyes
eased Kid's head back to the bedroll. Even
with his eyes closed Kid sensed Heyes staring at him. "Can ya stop starin' at me?"
"What?"
"Stop
lookin' at me." "Why?"
"I
told you, I'm tryin' to sleep." "And
I told you, ya slept long enough," Heyes scolded as a grin spread across
on his face. "Why
ya smilin'?" "Who
says I'm smiling?" Heyes
grouchily asked. "And what's
it to ya anyway?" "Heyes,
I can tell," Kid quietly declared.
"Cause I'm tryin' to sleep." "And
me smiling is preventing that?" "Yep."
"Kid,
sometimes you make no sense at all." Heyes poked Kid. "Now open your eyes and wake
up." "Why?"
"Cause
I'm the leader and when the leader tells you to do something, you're supposed
to do it," Heyes adamantly stated. "We're
partners." "So?"
"Well,
if we're partners, you ain't the leader." Heyes
glowered at Kid. "Well then,
a partner's supposed to do what the other partner says!" Kid
sighed, "Well if you're not gonna let me sleep..." Kid's eyes opened slightly, then
closed. "Come
on, Kid," Heyes encouraged. As
though they had weights holding them closed, Kid willed his eyes to
open. Ever so slowly they opened
to see a blurry figure hanging over him. As his eyes adjusted to the dim
lit cave, they focused on two brown eyes staring down at him. "Hey,"
Heyes smiled. "Hey,"
Kid replied as his eyelids went through a series of exaggerated blinks while
they tried to focus. "I told
you, you were starin' at me."
Heyes
shrugged and sat back a little. "Where
are we?" "The
cave." "The
gang?" "Not
sure." Heyes looked back at the opening of the cave and wondered where
Wheat was. Kid
tried to lift his hand to run it over to his face only to feel like a stuffed
sausage. "Why is your coat
on me? And why am I buried under all this?" he asked as he yanked his
hand free, busting it out from the side. "You
were cold." "Well
I'm not now." "No
need getting proddy," Heyes stated as he first took his coat off the
pile and then started to yank on the blankets that were tucked around Kid. "I was up all night taking care
of you; you could show some appreciation." Kid
ran his hand through his hair and moaned. "You
okay?" Heyes nervously
asked. "My
hair hurts," Kid moaned.
Blue eyes met concerned brown eyes. "Let
me get you some willow bark."
Kid
groaned at the thought. Having
mixed the willow bark in a cup of water Heyes handed it to Kid. "Here drink this." Kid
raised his eyebrow skeptically.
"It
will make you feel better." Kid
dutifully drank the cup and laid his head back on the bed roll. "I seem to be missing some
details; maybe you could fill me in." "Sure,"
Heyes smiled. "What's the
last thing you remember?" Kid
thought back. "The girl in
the General Store." "Figures,"
Heyes rolled his eyes and chuckled.
"Do you remember anything else?" Kid
thought for a moment and then shook his head. Grateful
Kid had forgotten the nightmares; Heyes sat back and filled Kid in on what he
didn't remember. As he was finishing,
he once again looked up at the entrance.
Looking back at Kid, he could see him struggling to keep his eyes
open. Placing
his hand on his partner's shoulder, Heyes quietly said, "Think you've
been up long enough; maybe you should try to get some more rest before Wheat
gets here." "Whatever
ya say partner," Kid slurred as his eyes closed. Standing
up, Heyes stated, "You rest, I'm gonna go check out the area. See if I see anything. I'll be right back." Kid
grunted an acknowledgment. Heyes
lightly chuckled to himself; his partner could fall asleep at the drop of a
hat, healthy or not. Pleased with
the turn of events, he turned and headed out the cave entrance. **
Heyes
checked the area outside the cave; all was quiet. There wasn't a trace of anyone in the
area or having ridden through recently.
Walking down to the lake, he paused before stepping out from the cover
of the trees. Once again, he saw
nothing. Crouching down, he
dipped his hands in the water.
Cupping them, he brought them to his face. The cool water felt refreshing. As he splashed his face, some of the
tension from the past twenty-four hours was released. Taking
in the view, Heyes admired the beauty of it all. The lake was pristine; the sky was
blue with a few puffy white clouds lazily floating along with the pleasant
breeze. A perfect day except for
the fact he was hiding out in the cave, Kid was sick and Wheat was
missing. Well not actually missing,
just, well Heyes couldn't figure out just how to describe where Wheat
was. He couldn't even really say
he was late because there wasn't an exact time he was supposed to be there. Heyes had just assumed Wheat would be
on his way to the cave at first light, but maybe Wheat figured he didn't have
to leave early. The fact was,
Heyes didn't know; he didn't know if he was on his way, he didn't know if he
was captured by the posse, he didn't know if he was still running from the
posse, he just didn't know and that's what bothered Heyes the most. He didn't know. Dipping
his hands in the water again, he let them linger for a moment, enjoying the
coolness. Feeling a nibble, he
looked down to see a school of fish seemingly interested in his fingers. Wiggling his fingers in the water, he
was amused by the fish following them.
Hearing
his stomach rumble, Heyes realized it had been over forty-eight hours since
he ate anything. On the morning
of the job, as always, he just had coffee. When they got back to the junction, he
was too concerned with Kid to eat anything. Kyle had given him a plate, but he
just pushed the food around. Heyes
grinned; Kid was the only one who really made sure he ate. When he was planning, food was the
last thing on his mind and yes there were several times he got so caught up
in things he would forget to eat.
Kid on the other hand, ate.
He liked to eat. Heyes
couldn't think of a situation or a time when Kid forgot to eat and he always
made sure Heyes ate something. Since
they were carrying the money, they weren't carrying any supplies, well except
coffee. For some reason, Heyes
always had coffee in his saddlebag.
Snorting to himself, he figured there were times Kid would rather he
had forgotten it. For the life of
him, he just couldn't figure out why Kid always made snide remarks about his
coffee. He liked his coffee. Sure it was strong, but why bother
making it if it tastes like dirty water.
Heyes
stomach rumbled again; coffee wasn't going to satisfy his hunger. With no supplies, Heyes figured a
piece of hard tack would have to do for now. Shaking his head, he knew that wasn't
gonna work for Kid. Hard tack
wasn't exactly great on a good day, when you were sick, especially as sick as
Kid had been, it really wasn't good.
Smiling,
he looked down at the school of fish, "You might be supper if Wheat
don't get here soon," he said out loud. "That is, if I can figure a way
to catch ya." Heading
back to the cave, a rabbit darted across his path. That would be supper if it was up to
Kid. One quick shot. Heyes shook his head; he
certainly didn't want to bring attention to them being there. If the posse was still in the area, a
gunshot would most certainly do just that. Kid wasn't ready to travel. No, he would figure out how to catch a
fish if Wheat didn't show up soon.
Blowing out a breath he hoped Wheat would be there. **
Kid
was still asleep when Heyes got back to the cave. Feeling less like he had to keep a
constant eye on his partner, he went about taking care of the horses. He brought one horse out of the cave,
down to the lake, and let them graze a little, before bringing them back and
repeating the process with the other horse. Sitting out in the sun, even under the
cover of the trees, lifted Heyes' spirits, that and the fact that he had a
conversation with Kid. No, it
wasn't a long conversation, but Kid did open his eyes and he did talk. As
he sat there, he picked up a tree branch and absently whittled the end into a
sharp point. His mind went back
to the job, the posse and Wheat.
He really wished Wheat would show up. He wanted to find out what happened
after he and Kid split off and if Wheat knew or suspected anything. He gazed
around the area, "Where the hell are you, Wheat?" he asked out
loud. A
horse's snort brought Heyes back to the present. "All done girl?" he asked,
as he walked over and rubbed the bay's nose. Neighing,
his horse practically nodded her head.
"Okay,"
he chuckled. "Let's get you
back inside and check on Kid."
As
he entered the cave, he stopped to allow his eyes to adjust from the bright
sunlight to the darkness of the cave.
He touched the pointed end of the stick with his finger before putting
it down. "Should do just
fine," he informed his horse, "if Wheat don't get here
soon." Walking further
into the cave, Heyes left his horse with Kid's and then went to check on
Kid. "Hey
Kid," he called out.
"You awake?" "No."
Heyes
creased his brow, "If your not awake, how come you answered?" Kid
lay there silently. "Now
you go quiet on me." "Are
you tryin' to wake me up?" "No."
"Then
why do you keep talkin' to me?" "Cause
you answered me." Heyes
waited a beat. "I made a
spear to catch us a fish for dinner." Kid
sighed, "Heyes?" "Yeah,
Kid." Tired
blue eyes looked up in search of brown ones, "You want me t' get
up?" "No,"
Heyes said sympathetically.
"You need your rest, go back to sleep." Kid
rolled his eyes before closing them. **
The
hours ticked by as Heyes tried to busy himself while Kid rested. He looked at Kid's gun lying
next to him and thought of cleaning it.
That's probably what Kid would be doing but then again, the posse
could still be out there and he didn't want to be in the middle of cleaning
it if they found them. So, Heyes
sat, took care of the fire, watched over Kid, looked around, finally broke
down and played some solitaire and then closed his eyes for a needed nap. Late
in the afternoon, Heyes woke up.
He turned his head to see Kid sleeping soundly. His eyes traveled to the cave
entrance. He could tell the sun
was beginning to set. Rubbing his
face, he rolled over and sat up taking out his pocket watch; four-thirty. Sighing, he looked around the cave.
Wheat hadn't made it yet.
Thoughts of Wheat and the gang behind bars ran through his mind. Looking at Kid, he knew there wasn't
anything he could do about it now; he would have to wait until Kid was well
enough to ride. "Kid,"
Heyes called out.
"Kid," he repeated himself. "Huh?"
murmured Kid. Reaching
over, Heyes placed another log on the fire. "Wheat's not here yet, I'm
gonna go try to catch us a fish for supper." "Okay,"
Kid practically snored out. Patting
his partner's shoulder, he stood up.
"Rest, I'll be back." **
With
spear in hand, Heyes headed back to the lake. Stopping in the same location as
before, he crouched down and dipped his hands in the water. Within ten minutes, he was smiling as
he walked back to the cave, a nice twelve inch trout on the end of the spear. After
cleaning the trout, Heyes shoved two ‘Y' shaped sticks into the ground;
one on each side of the fire. He
then placed the skewered fish between them to cook and made a fresh pot of
coffee. As
the aroma filled the cave, Kid began to stir. Kid opened his eye to see his smiling
partner. "Thought
the smell would wake you up." "Smells
good." "Think
you're up to eating?" "Yeah,"
Kid hesitated. "When did I
last eat?" "Three
days ago." "Three
days!" Kid exclaimed. Heyes
chuckled, "Yeah, you've been really sick." "Three
days," Kid repeated. "I
must be hungry." "Here,"
Heyes moved over to Kid, moving Kid's saddle over to him. "See if you can prop yourself
up." Kid
went to sit up and the cave swirled around. Heyes
placed his hands on Kid's shoulders to steady him. "Take it slow." After
helping Kid get propped up, Heyes took the fish off the spit, and placed it
on their plates. Handing him the
plate he said, "Small bites, remember, you haven't eaten in three days
so you don't want to be throwing it up." "Bein'
a nursemaid again." "No,"
Heyes snapped. "I worked
hard catching the fish and cooking it.
I don't want it to go to waste." "Now
ya sound like a wife," Kid teased.
Heyes
scowled at Kid until he saw the grin Kid was trying not to show. Snorting
Heyes asserted, "Eat your fish." **
Finishing
the last bite of fish and last sip of coffee Kid placed his dishes down. "That was really good." Heyes
nodded. "Thanks."
"You're
welcome," Heyes replied.
"I was getting hungry too." "That's
not what I meant," Kid said in a serious tone. Heyes
shrugged. "You'd do the same."
Kid
nodded in agreement. "So,
what do you think happened to Wheat?" "Wish
I knew. He was gonna take the
gang through Boulder Creek before looping around to the Hole." "Ya
think they got caught?" "I
don't know what to think. I
didn't think you could be tracked through Boulder Creek, but Wheat ain't
here." Heyes stared out the
cave entrance, seeing only black.
"He can't find the opening at night, so we'll have to wait to see
if he shows up in the morning. If
he don't, I'll ride out and see if I can find anything." "We'll."
"Huh?"
"We'll
ride out. I'm goin' with
you." "Kid,
you've been real sick. I don't
know if you're up to it. What if
the posse is out there?" "I'll
be fine in the mornin'." "We'll
talk in the morning." Seeing
Heyes was digging his feet in for a fight, and not having the strength to have
one, Kid nodded. "Glad
you see it my way," Heyes stated as he took his last mouthful of coffee.
**
The
night went by quietly. Kid dozed
on and off while Heyes watched over him.
They talked about the last four days, trying to figure out how Kid got
sick, how the posse found them and then, what may have happened to
Wheat. With
Kid asleep for the night, Heyes once again walked over to the cave entrance
and stared out into the night as a light rain began to fall. "Wheat, where the hell are you?"
he said quietly to the darkness.
With an uncertain morning approaching, Heyes decided to turn in. **
The
rain continued to fall over night; from a drizzle, to a drenching rain. Awake before dawn, Heyes waited for a
lull in the storm to make his way down to the lake where he caught another
fish. Once
again, Kid stirred as the aroma of roasting fish and coffee filled the
cave. "Perfect
timing," Heyes stated as he put the fish on the plates. "Not
counting on Wheat showing up?" "Not
this morning. It's been raining
all night and I don't think it's gonna stop anytime soon." "Guess
you're not gonna go look for ‘em now." "The
clouds to the west are black. I
don't feel like riding into it if I don't have to. Anyway, if they're holed up for cover
somewhere, I could ride right past them and not know it. I'll wait for a break in the
weather." Heyes looked at
Kid, who was still lying down.
"Ya gonna sit up for breakfast." "In
a minute," Kid gently ran his hand over his face. Heyes
was over by Kid's side placing his hand on Kid's forehead in a blink of an
eye. Kid
swatted Heyes' hand away. "What'ya
do that for?" Kid
glared at Heyes. "Hey,
it ain't normal for you to wait a minute for food. I thought you were having a
relapse." "Just
takin' my time." Brown
eyes glared back. "Okay,"
Kid gave in, "I could feel better." Heyes'
hand moved. Kid
put his up to block. "I'm
not havin' a relapse, just not a hundred percent, that's all." Heyes
thought a moment and then gave a small nod. "Well the fish tastes just as
good as last night so if you don't hurry up, I might eat yours." Kid
chuckled at the remark and Heyes joined in. **
The
rain continued a steady down pour all morning long. Kid continued dozing on and off but as
far as Heyes could tell, he was sleeping less and looking better. Heyes played solitaire while Kid
slept, and deciding a posse wasn't going to come while it was raining so
hard, cleaned both his and Kid's guns.
Late
in the afternoon Kid rolled over to see Heyes saddling his horse. "Where ya goin'?" "The
rain's practically stopped.
Figured I'd see if I could find anyone." Kid
rubbed his face as he slowly sat up.
"What time is it?" "‘Bout
three-thirty." Kid
pushed himself up and started to walk towards Heyes. "Where
you think you're going?"
Heyes asked as he tightened the cinch on the saddle. "I'm
your partner. I'm goin' with
you." Heyes
chuckled, "I don't think so." "I'm
not gonna argue," Kid began before being interrupted. "I'm
not either. You're staying,"
Heyes emphatically stated.
"I'm not going far, I'll be back." "Still
need to watch your back," Kid wobbled as he walked towards Heyes. Chuckling
Heyes said, "Without your gun?" Surprised,
Kid looked down and then turned around to see his gun and holster on the
ground next to where he had been sleeping. "You
know you aren't well enough to ride." Heyes waited a beat, and then
continued. "The Kid Curry I
know, feels nekkid without his gun.
And you were just gonna ride out of here without it." Heyes stared at Kid. Sheepishly,
Kid turned around and headed back to his bedroll. "Glad
you see it my way," Heyes laughed. Halfway
back to the bedroll, Kid froze as his hand went to where his gun usually sat
on his hips. Scowling, he whipped
his head around to Heyes, whose gun was already in his hand. Quietly,
Heyes motioned for Kid to get his gun.
He had him covered as they both heard rustling out in front of the
cave. Just
as Kid reached his gun, Wheat and Kyle came bursting into the cave. Throwing their hands up at the sight
of two guns pointing at them, Wheat called out, "Whoa! It jus' me and Kyle." Taking
a breath, they lowered their guns.
"Where ya been?"
Heyes asked as he holstered his gun. Kid
plopped down and leaned against his saddle as he put his gun in its holster. "Nice
greetin'," Wheat replied.
"If you remember, we're the ones that took the posse off your
backs!" "Well
I expected ya yesterday," Heyes apologetically stated as he walked
towards the two men as they moved farther into the cave. "I was beginning to think you
were caught." "Almost
was," Kyle smiled. "Hey
Kid, ya lookin' better." Kid
nodded at Kyle. Heyes
looked at the two men standing and Kid leaning against his saddle. "Where're your horses?" "Tied
up out front," Wheat replied. "Bring
‘em in. It's too late to
head back to the Hole now. Might
as well sit down and tell us what ya been up to," Heyes said as he went
over to the fire and added another log. Kyle
went to retrieve the horses as Wheat walked over to Kid. "You still look like hell, but
better than last I saw you."
Wheat sat on the other side of the fire opposite Kid. Kid
just looked at Wheat. Wheat
swallowed hard. "So
what happened after we split?"
Heyes asked. "The
posse just kept comin'. Stayed on
our tail ‘til we got to Boulder Creek," Wheat replied. "Ya
lost them there?" Heyes
asked. "Nope,"
Kyle stated as he joined the group. "We
gained a little ground there, but they kept comin'," Wheat added. "So we kept ridin'. Went all the
way up to the pass and then split the gang. Kyle and me went down and the
other boys went up." "Who'd
the posse follow?" Heyes
asked. "Neither,"
Kyle happily replied. With
everyone's attention on him, Kyle continued, "We rode down the creek a
ways and came up on the rocks.
Guess it fooled them cause they weren't after us no more." "The
rest of the gang?" Kid
questioned. "When
we made our way back around to the top, we could see the posse down the
creek. The boys would be nowhere
near there. Even if they picked
up their trail again, the boys would have made it back to the Hole
first." "So
where've ya been since then?" "Me
and Kyle followed the ridge trail and it took us to North Fork," Wheat
responded. "Yeah?" Heyes asked, looking for details. "Figured
we would check around to see we could find out why Kid was so sick,"
Kyle added. This
peaked both Heyes' and Kid's interest.
"And...." Heyes inquired. "Seems
somethin's goin' around town.
Most people get better but some did die." Wheat replied. "Doc
there didn't really know what was causin' it. Started with a boy. He got real sick. They didn't know what he had. Some folks said it was some sick cows
that passed through the area.
Seems he spread it to anyone that he came in contact with." Heyes
gave Kid an ‘I told you so look,' as Kid asked, "The boy...did he
die?" "Nope,"
Kyle jumped in. Taking something
out of his pocket he thrust his hand towards Kid's face. "He
finally took this and got better."
Taking
the bottle from Kyle, Kid read the label, "Doc Brown's Miracle
Elixir." Kid opened the lid
and took a whiff. As his eyes watered he said, "I guess it will either
make you feel better or kill ya."
He held the bottle out for Heyes. Raising
his eyebrow, Heyes took it out of Kid's hand. Smelling it first, he poured a capful
for Kid. "Here,"
he held out the cap for Kid, "Drink this." "I'm
not gonna drink that," Kid emphatically stated. "You drink it." "I'm
not sick." "Well
if everyone gets it from being in contact, you been in contact." Heyes
glared at Kid and then downed the capful of elixir. Coughing he tried to catch his
breath. "That is the
strongest whiskey I ever had!" "Whiskey?" Kid, Kyle and Wheat exclaimed. "Its
got licorice or something in it but it's whiskey and its good strong
whiskey!" Heyes said as he
poured another capful. "Let
me try that," Wheat grabbed the cap and downed it. Coughing he nodded his head,
"Dang." Kyle
had a capful and then finally Kid tried it. "Whiskey," he coughed. "No wonder it's a Miracle
Elixir. You drink a capful or two
of that and you'll pass out.
You'll be too drunk to know you're sick." The
four of them laughed. "Ya
still didn't tell us what took ya so long to get here," Heyes
reiterated. "Oh,
once we were in town, we found out there was an Apache in the posse. Said he's the same guy that tracked
down the Jefferson Gang," Wheat answered. "I
knew there had to be an Apache!" Heyes affirmed, as he visibly relaxed,
knowing a gang member wasn't involved. "Yeah,
well we didn't want to go back to the area too soon in case they were still
out there. Then the rain started
and well," Wheat let the sentence linger. "Then
what?" Heyes curiously
asked. "We
found some real nice saloon girls to hang out with," Kyle blurted out. "You
stayed the night in town in a nice soft bed while Kid and I were here in the
cave?" Wheat
diverted his eyes from Heyes. "Kid
could have been dying and you holed up with some saloon girls?" "It
started rainin'," Kyle meekly added. "Well,"
Wheat looked at Kid, "Kid didn't die." Heyes
rolled his eyes. "Did ya
bring any supplies?" "Almost
forgot," Kyle jumped and headed back to the horses. "Figured Kid would be starvin',
so we got a bunch of food from the café." He walked over and plopped down a bag
full of food. "Heyes
made coffee," Kid stated. Wheat
and Kyle smiled tightly. "We
could add some elixir," Kid stated.
Heyes
glared at Kid. "You
know for...medicinal purposes," Kid explained. "You've been exposed Heyes, you
should take precautions." Heyes
raised an eyebrow at Kid. They
chuckled as Kyle unpacked the food. **
The
four ate well, slept even better after downing the bottle of elixir and
headed off the next morning for Devil's Hole. As they were dismounting in front of
the leader's cabin, Heyes took his hat off, ran his hand through his hair and
moaned. Kid
looked at Heyes, concerned. "My
hair hurts," Heyes groaned. "Kyle,"
Kid called out. "How fast
can you get to North Fork and get back with a bottle of Elixir?" |
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