Welcome To The Bullpen
A Man With No Name
Ron Somers
I could feel the warmth of a fire on my face, and a damp cloth; touching my forehead. Opening my eyes; the best I could, I saw the outline of a young woman, hovering over me.
“Father, he’s awake.” she shouted.
Her words echoed in my head and caused a pounding; that felt like a bad night’s bender. I squinted, but couldn’t make anything out. Closing my eyes, I must have blacked out.
Several times, I woke to an empty room and a warm fire glowing. I could smell fresh baked bread, and wished I had something to eat. Touching my tongue to my lips, I could feel them; cracked and dry. Once again, my head was pounding and I lay quietly, staring at the ceiling. I wanted to move, but was unable. Every little movement caused my head to ache. Sometime later, I lost consciousness again.
The next time I opened my eyes, it was daylight. I could see the young girl, opening the shades to let the light in. For a second, it blinded me and I squinted. She had turned to leave; when she noticed I was watching her.
“You’re awake.” she said in a soft voice. “You’ve been in bed for two days. I bet you’re hungry.” She came over and helped me set up.
For the first time, I could feel the pain in my side and noticed the bandages around my head and ribs.
“I’ll get you some stew.” she said “You need to get your strength back.”
I tried to talk, but my throat was so dry. I sounded more like a cat; hacking up a fur ball. She stopped and waited for me to try to speak again. She was eager for me to talk that was obvious.
I waved her on, knowing that I wasn’t going to be understood until I had something to wet my palate.
She returned with a bowl of stew and a cup of coffee on a tray. The coffee was good, and the stew was even better. After I finished a second bowl, I stared out the window onto the nearby street. I could see an occasional passerby, hurrying along.
She carried off my dirty dishes and returned to check my bandages.
“Where am I?” I asked. “Better yet, who am I?”
The question took her by surprise. She stepped back. “Well, you’re in Abbott, a little town just across the Texas border from New Mexico. You were brought here by a band of Indians, who found you a week ago at the base of Deer Head Flats. It’s a mountain range; some twenty miles from here.” She stopped and looked at me inquisitively. “As for who you are we were hoping you could tell us that.” she looked at me; as if waiting for a reply.
I had a blank look on my face; as I searched for the answer, but had none.
“I don’t know.” I said. “I can’t remember.”
“Hang on, I’ll be right back.” she said, and hurried out of the room.
Again, I searched my memories and came up blank. I couldn’t remember past this morning; or at least last night. I remember waking up twice, but beyond that, I was at a loss.
She reentered the room, carrying a note pad. She handed it to me and I opened it.
Inside it contained a record of brands and cattle numbers. It was a Talley book that someone had been keeping. I thumbed through the pages, as she stood next to the bed, waiting. Glancing up, I noticed her eyes wide open, and she expected the book to mean something to me.
I continued turning the pages and came across a list of names, locations, towns and cattle ranches. The names were unfamiliar. I came to the last page, and on the inside of the back cover, was written a name; Tucker Wilks.
I tossed the name around in my head and felt as though it sounded familiar.
“The Indians said that they found that on top of the cliff, where you were found.” she said. “Tucker Wilks. Does that sound right? Is that your name?”
“It might be.” I said. “I mean, the name rings a bell anyway. I guess it’s a start.”
Tucker Wilks. I continued to say the name in my head.
“Father will be glad to know that you are ok.” she stated. “He’s the town doctor. He’s been worried that you weren’t going to recover.”
“Said he’d seen men beaten so bad before, that they never came out of the coma they were in.”
“Beaten?” I said. “I thought I fell down a cliff or something? Isn’t that what you said?”
“No.” she replied. “You were tossed over a cliff.” she sat down on the side of the bed. “First, someone beat you; almost to death. Then tossed you over; like a discarded shirt. I Don’t believe they thought you’d survive; or that anyone would find you.”
“Someone wanted you dead.” she said, checking my bandages on my head. “The sheriff’s been wanting to talk to you. He’s checked all his wanted posters, and seems you’re not a fugitive; at least not that he knows. Anyway, I was told to fetch him when you regained consciences. Guess I better go get him.
“Is there anything you need?” she asked. “Water, smoke, anything?” She stood, ready to leave.
“No, not right now anyway.” I answered. “Except…” I stopped. Looking at her, I could tell she was an intelligent young woman. She was In her early twenties, very attractive, and was well mannered. “I never caught your name.” I said.
She smiled and blushed. “Of course. I was so caught up with finding out who you were, I forgot.” she reached out her hand. “My name is Angie. My father is Doctor Murphy. This is his private quarters, not his office. We moved you here, so I could keep an eye on you better.”
Shaking her hand, I said. “Angie. Thank you for caring for me. I’m much obliged.”
“You’re welcome Tucker. Now get some rest. I’ll wait till tomorrow to get the sheriff. Right now, I think you need to sleep.” With that; she helped me relax back into bed and then left the room.
I laid there for a while, trying to remember. Tucker. It sounded familiar, but at the same time; it didn’t feel right. Maybe after some rest, things will be clearer.
Closing my eyes, I slept.
Some time while I was sleeping, I had a dream; it seemed so real, and I started squirming and flopping around on the bed. I could feel myself falling and I yelled out.
Angie came running into the room and lit the lamp on the table. Her father came in behind her.
It was now dark outside, and I felt chilled to the bone. I was sweating profusely.
Angie checked my bandages and Doc poured me a concoction to drink.
“Here, this will help you relax.” he said. “Does it hurt any where still?”
“Yea, my ribs.” I said, holding my side. “I was dreaming. I could feel them kicking me and I could see hands and fists; pummeling me in the face. The last thing I remember, was being held by my feet and arms. The sky was moving back and forth. Then nothing.”
“You had a night mare.” Angie said. “You must have been dreaming about the men who attacked you. Could you see their faces? Do you remember any of them?” she said, wiping my brow.
“No. Just boots and hands, but I do remember seeing flour sacks; with holes cut in them. They must have been hiding their faces.” I looked at her “But why?”
“I don’t know. Give it time. It will all come back. You’ll see.” she said calmly. “Soon you’ll remember everything, and you’ll be as good as new.”
I took the medicine the Doc had prepared. It tasted awful, but then most medicine does.
“You try to rest again.” he said. “We’ll check on you in the morning.”
“Thanks Doc.”
“Good night Tucker.” Angie said, as she blew out the lamp and left.
“Good night ma’m”
* * * *
The next morning, found me rested and feeling more like myself. What ever that meant. I was restless, and wanted to get up and move around.
The Doc instructed me to stay put for a few more days. I was reluctant, but with Angie nurse maiding me, I wasn’t eager to leave either. She was as pretty as a sun set in a green valley, full of wild flowers.
She filled me in on people around town. She told me of the talk of me being laid up. Strange how an unknown man, could cause so much commotion, stories ran wild about who I might be. Some said an outlaw, while others were convinced that I was a victim of a brutal robbery.
The sheriff came by, and questioned me. He took notes of what little I remembered. He seemed satisfied that I was of no harm, and had checked my name through channels. He found nothing matching my description, nor any wanted posters barring my name.
I rested when I could, and talked with Angie when she had time.
Finally, after a week in bed, I decided it was time to move about.
Doc had laid some clothes out for me. Someone in town had given them to him; to give to me. I had no money and the clothes I was wearing at the time of the attack, were cut to shreds. The only real things I owned; were my boots and the Talley book.
Getting dressed, I felt my pocket and found a few dollars, folded neatly in it. It was more than enough for a meal.
I wandered out onto the street for the first time. The sun was shinning, and it was warm and inviting on my skin. I crossed the street, and nodded to people as they looked on.
I walked around town all afternoon, taking in the sites and speaking to whom ever would invite a conversation.
Stopping at the blacksmith’s shop, I was offered a job. “If you’re planning on staying around that is?” the big man said to me.
“I’ll see you, bright and early tomorrow morning.” I told him.
Returning to my room at the Doc’s place, I looked in the mirror at my reflection for the first time. I hadn’t shaved for more than a week and looked almighty ragged.
Borrowing from the Doc, I shaved and cleaned up.
Stepping back, I now saw a new man. One solidly built; square at the shoulders, and slender at the hips. I stood just over six feet; possibly six-two, and had broad, powerful shoulders. How I got built that way, I had no idea. I ran my fingers through my dark hair and thought; I need a hat.
One that a cowhand would wear; or something of that type.
And I needed some trousers, not these dress pants. Something that a man could work in without fretting about getting dirty.
Anyway, I’d have to deal with that at a later time.
I guess you could say I was a handsome man; though ruff around the edges. I must have spent some time in the sun, cause my skin was dark; and was tight as leather.
After a couple days work; I thought to myself, I’d find another place to stay. No sense taking up room here for free. Either I’d pay to keep this room, or I’d move to the hotel.
I showed up every morning at the blacksmith’s shop. I enjoyed working with my hands and putting in a hard days work. Dutch; the owner, noticed how hard I worked and paid me daily.
I had moved myself to the Double Duce Hotel. It was ok, but nothing like staying at the Doc’s.
Occasionally, Angie would come by and we’d have lunch or dinner together. Everyone had excepted me as one of their own. They called my by my given name; Tucker.
A month had past, and I had just finished working the afternoon with Dutch.
“Let’s us go get a drink lad.” he suggested. “My treat.”
“Sure, I could use a good belt.” I replied. And we made our way to the tavern.
Inside several people were seated at tables. One of them had a card game going, and we recognized most of the customers. There were three cowhands at the bar, with their backs to us.
We walked up to the bar, and ordered a round.
I was standing closes to the three men, with Dutch on my left.
The bartender had just poured my drink, and I was about to take a swig; when I noticed the cowhand next to me had stopped drinking, with his glass suspended in mid air. His eyes wide open; I saw his jaw drop.
I recognized him right off, and he recognized me. Only he wasn’t glad to see me.
“Favors!” he yelled out and got this wild look in his eyes.
I knew what he was about to do and without dropping my drink; I backhanded him across the face. This sent him toppling to the floor backwards.
The man standing next to him; was caught by surprise by my move. He turned his attention back to me and started for his gun. I reached his wrist just as it touched iron. With my right hand, I hit him square in the nose; sending blood gushing out beneath my fist. He staggered backwards and the third cowhand caught him with both arms. This left him completely exposed. I threw a right into him, and then a left. He dropped the man with the broken nose to the ground and spun. His back was to me and the butt of his pistol was at my right hand.
Someone behind me yelled out. “Behind you Tucker.”
Instinct took over; as I reached for the pistol, I spun to one knee and fired two quick shots into the first cowhand that I had recognized.
He had gotten back on his feet, and was drawing down on me.
The bullets hit inches apart; square in his chest. His pistol never fired a shot. It spun in his finger and fell to the floor. He stared straight past me, eyes opened in disbelief. He muttered, “You’re dead...” then fell forward on his face, hitting hard against the bar room floor.
I stood and covered the two other men.
It happened so fast, I didn’t have time to think; but I had recognized the man I shot.
Moments later, the sheriff came busting in through the doors, with his shotgun in hand.
“Ok, Tucker. Drop that pistol where you stand.” he ordered.
“It was a clean shooting sheriff.” the bartender said. “This here man was about to gun Tucker down in the back.”
“That’s right.” another man replied.
The two other cowhands were slowly getting themselves gathered up.
I looked at them closely, but didn’t recognize them. For some reason, I couldn’t drop the gun. It felt right in my hand, like I was born with it.
“Tucker!” the sheriff yelled out. “Don’t make me ask you again.”
I tossed the gun to the floor, away from the two men. Then walked to the dead man, and turned him over.
“His name’s Bob Hasklet. He’s wanted for murder down San Antonio way. Don’t ask me how I know.” I said looking up at the sheriff. I straightened up to face him.
“I just do.”
“He recognized you too, Tucker.” Dutch said. “Only he called you Favors. Who’s that?”
“I don’t know.” I said. “I just don’t know.”
“Well who ever you are, you can sure handle a gun, that’s for sure.” the bartender said. “Never seen a man shoot; that fast and that accurate before.”
“Sheriff, I think you need to deputize Tucker here. He’s wasting his time over at the blacksmith’s shop.” he continued.
The sheriff shot him a dirty look. “That’s enough. Let’s go, all of you. And that means you too Tucker. Till I get this sorted out, you’re best bet is behind bars.”
“Now wait a minute sheriff. You can’t lock him up for this.” Dutch interjected. “It was self defense. We all saw it. He did what he had to do.”
“Besides, if Tucker’s right. This man here is a killer. Tucker did you a favor for killing him; before he killed someone else.”
The other two cowhands hadn’t said a word. They were still nursing their wounds. They marched out the door, with me behind them; followed closely by the sheriff.
People inside the bar, were still protesting. I could hear the bar tender asking for help to get the dead man off his clean floor.
“Don’t worry Tucker. I’ll get the Doc to come get you out.” Dutch yelled.
The sheriff escorted us into the jail, and locked us in separate cells. The two men in one, and me across from them. He asked them their names and they told him. They said they worked for the Bar-T Ranch. They told the sheriff that Bob had just joined up with the outfit, a few weeks ago. They told him, that they had nothing to do with what happened; and knew nothing about Bob or any murder he may have committed.
“I’ll check out your stories. If you’re telling me the truth; I’ll be letting you go in the morning.” the sheriff told them. He turned and faced me.
“As for you; any man that good with a gun, has no business in Abbott. I suggest that you move on in the morning.”
“You’ll spend the night here tonight. I’ve got some checking to do first.”
He left the holding area and I stretched out on the cot.
Favors Bob had called me Favors; in the bar. Now that had a ring to it. I had recognized Bob right off. How could I have known about a man who murdered someone, nearly three hundred miles away?
I tossed my hat to the floor, cursing. Maybe it would come to me in the morning. I rolled over and fell asleep.
* * * *
The dream was back again. And this time, I heard voices. I couldn’t recall names, but the voices were familiar. They wore masks to hide their identities from me, but I already knew who they were. Their names were in the Talley book. It listed them; one by one.
I woke in a cold sweat. Now I knew who they were, but I still didn’t know why.
Maybe a trip to where they found me; would jog my memory. The sheriff wanted me out of town; well maybe it’s time I took a ride.
The cowhand; whose nose I had broken, was snoring loudly. I pulled the pillow over my head and drifted off again.
* * * *
The cell door clanged open and I looked to see Angie and Doc standing there.
“You ok, Tucker?” Doc asked, looking me over.
“I’m alright.” I said, getting to my feet “Better look to those two over there.”
“Don’t worry about them.” A voice rang out. “We’ll take care of them back at the ranch. You though. You I’d like to talk too.”
He was a big, burly man, solid built and powerful. He had an air of confidence about him, and I could read honesty in his eyes.
“Names Walt. I run the Bar-T Ranch.” he glanced over to the two men as the sheriff let them out of their cell.
“Any man that can best three of my boys single handed, is one tough man. I could use a man like you; if you’re interested. Good pay and all the grub you can eat. What do you say?”
“Have to think on it, if that’s ok?” I replied. “Obliged to the offer.”
“You know where to find me.” he said, and followed his men out of the jail.
I was walking into the office, as the sheriff took a seat behind his desk. “Favors,” he said calmly. “Forget what I told you last night. Need you to stick around town.”
Angie and Doc were at the door. I stopped in the middle of the room, and looked at him.
“Last night you were all mighty anxious to get rid of me.” I said, “Get out, stay put; what’s the deal?”
He was busy writing; he stopped and put his pencil down to look at me. He had a blank look on his face; showing no emotion what so ever.
“Spoke with a man this morning by telegraph. He’s sending someone in from Lubbock on the afternoon stage. Someone whose supposed to know who you are. Will be here by dinner.” he went back to his paper work. “I told him you’d stay put. That’s it.”
I looked over at Angie. She had a smile across her face and seemed happier to hear the news than I was.
“Did the man say anything else sheriff?” she asked him.
He continued writing and never looked up from his work. “Telegraph said to make sure Tucker stayed put. Nothing else.”
I was turning my hat in my hands by the brim. I placed it on my head, and began to follow Angie out the door.
“Tucker, don’t be starting anymore trouble.” he told me. “Other wise, you’ll spend the day waiting in a cell.”
I didn’t reply.
We left the jail, and crossed over to the café. I was staving.
Entering the dinner, we found an empty table and seated ourselves. A man brought eggs and bacon out and sat it before us.
“Who do you think it is that’s coming to see you today?” Angie asked.
“I have no idea ma’m.” I replied “But I now know who the men were that attacked me.” I told her.
She looked shocked. “You remember?” she said dropping her fork onto her plate. She looked around embarrassingly. “That’s wonderful. What else do you remember?” she asked, picking up her fork.
“Only that the names in my Talley book, are the men I had suspected of rustling cattle.” I said. “The names of the Ranches, and locations, were places the stealing was being done, or who was doing it; I’m not sure. But the names are the men I suspected of doing the stealing, that I remember.”
“There was a list of brands also. They were coded. The first brand was the cow’s original brand, and the second was the brand it was changed too.”
She stopped me and stared. “Why would you have such information about a rustling operation?”
“That sounds like detective work.” the Doc said. “Maybe you’re one of them Pinkerton men, Tucker.”
“I’m not sure Doc.” I answered, “But the names Favors. That much I’m sure of. Tucker Wilks, must have been a name I was using as a cover.”
“Maybe this man I’m meeting this afternoon can shed some light on the whole subject.” I said
“Let’s hope so.” Angie replied.
After finishing my meal, I headed to Dutch’s place. A good, hard days work, would past the time and allow me to think things through while I used my hands.
I muddled through things I knew as I worked. The Talley book, the list of rustlers, and the fact that I knew Bob Hasklet. Everything added up to being on the side of the law. If I were an outlaw, I think my encounter with Bob wouldn’t been so lethal.
At around four o’clock, I was no closer to figuring out who I was, than when I started.
Dutch came over and invited me to dinner.
“After our last adventure together, I figured you’d want to stay shy of me” I told him.
“Non sense.” he said, waving his hand in front of himself. “Forget about that. Besides, I’d rather be on your side, than against you. That’s for sure.”
“Now let’s get some grub.”
We entered the café and I could feel the eyes upon me. By now, everyone in town had heard of the shooting. Most towns had peaceful, law abiding citizens living in them; they had no use for a man who could handle a gun. Town folk wanted those types to stay out on the ranches, and keep any gun play, away from their businesses and town streets. A man who could handle a gun, meant one thing to them; trouble.
I didn’t blame them. They were honest folk; trying to live an honest life. They had excepted me, because they felt bad for me. They figured I was a victim of a brutal attack and were willing to take me in and make me one of them.
Now that they knew I was a man who could handle trouble, and that trouble would come looking for me.
Word spread fast, and those people that once took me in as a friend, now wished I’d up and leave; the sooner the better.
Dutch and I took an empty table, next to the kitchen door. A young lady brought out food, and coffee.
We sat and talked of the area, and the people who settled the town. Dutch had been one of the first to set up shop, when the town was just beginning. Most people around, made their living off cattle, and some were raising sheep. Never figured those type; the darn things smelled something awful, if you asked me.
We had finished our meal, and were nursing our coffee; when Dutch stopped talking, and took to staring over my shoulder.
I never turned, just watched, as Dutch’s eyes, followed whom ever it was, approach our table from behind.
I was looking into my cup, when the sheriff strolled up next to the kitchen door.
“This here’s Tucker. Or Favor, which ever you prefer.” the sheriff said to another man standing behind me.
“Tucker, Favors, whoever the hell you are, this here is the man I told you about. He came all the way from Lubbock. Said you’d know him.” the sheriff continued. “His names Jake Stiles.”
My heart beat a million times, in just that second. A flood of memories, came rushing back to me in an instant. I nearly leaped to my feet; scaring poor Dutch to death. He must have thought I was going to start another brawl, because he came flying out of his seat, and flattened himself against the wall.
I turned quickly, to look into the face of my old friend Jake. The smile across my face must have stretched from ear to ear. Finally, things were clearer than ever.
“Dam it’s good to see you Jake.” I said, shaking his hand furiously.
“Good to see you too, Dan. Judge just about figured you for dead; sent me to Lubbock to see if I could find your trail.” He said. “We hadn’t heard from you in six months. Normal for you to not check in for a couple months, when you’re under cover; but you’ve never gone this long without sending word.”
Jake was a big man; stood almost a good inch taller than me, and had me by twenty pounds. His square jaw, and rugged features, showed his youthful age. I’d put him some where in his mid twenties.
He was strapping a Colt revolver, swung low on his hip, and tied down against his leg. He looked to be the type that could use it; and had an air of confidence about him that made a man aware of his presence.
“What’s taken you so long; and why are those men, still running cattle out of Big Springs?” he asked.
I looked at the sheriff and Dutch. They still had no clue as to who I was, and I didn’t think that Jake had filled the sheriff in on who he was either. Dutch looked plum confused; and the sheriff was starting to put the pieces together in his mind.
“I think maybe we should talk in private, Jake.” I told him. “Sheriff, Dutch, hope you boys don’t mind; but Jake and I have some catching up to do. I’ll see you later Dutch, and thanks for supper.”
Jake and I walked out onto the boardwalk, and took a seat out front.
* * * *
“Now what do you think that was all about Sheriff?” Dutch asked.
The sheriff looked at Dutch and figured he owed him some sort of explanation. “I’m not sure, Dutch. But the man that sent me the wire telegram; was a Judge out of Austin, Texas; his name’s Judge Author Goodman. Runs the Cattleman Association, and is in charge of the day to day operations of the Texas Rangers.”
“If Mister Tucker is who I think he is; it’s no wonder that those men didn’t stand a chance against him.” the sheriff stated.
“Well I still don’t know who he is, but if those two are traveling together, I’d sure hate to be the man they were trailing.” Dutch commented. “One of them in a dark alley would be bad enough, but the two them together in broad day light, would scare the hell of me.”
“Those are two tough men.” Dutch said.
* * * *
Outside, I filled Jake in on what had happened over the last few months; including the time I had spent in Abbott, trying to figure out who I was.
He caught me up to speed as well. He informed me, that the rustling operation; had continued to grow in Big Springs. He filled me in on correspondences that the sheriff and local business men had sent to the Judge in Austin. They were complaining of the lack of justice, and were talking of taking matter into their own hands. The Judge wasn’t sure of my status, and was afraid to inform them of who I was for fear of blowing my cover.
“That’s why he sent me to Lubbock, to find ya.” Jake said. “I was sure glad to receive word from the sheriff, that he had a man fitting your description. I didn’t have a clue as to where to begin to find you.”
“Well, I was having trouble finding myself.” I said.
“I take it you know the men who tried to kill you.” Jake said. “They’re part of that outfit of rustlers out of Big Springs.”
Nodding my head, I took the Talley book out of my pocket. “When they tossed me over the cliff, this must have fallen out of my pocket.”
I handed him the book.
“In there, are the names of the ranches that are involved in the rustling, along with the men doing it. The brands indicate where the cattle were stolen from and who’s brand they wear now.”
“I was heading out of town to get reinforcements, when I was taken by surprise.” I told him.
Jake had opened the book and was studying it. “This here will just about put an end to the operation all right. Lucky they didn’t find it at the time. Without this book, it’d be your word against theirs.”
“These names.” he continued. “There’s ten in all. Any others you can think of to add to the list?”
“No, just those ten.” I told him. “Three ranches, ten men, and one man running the whole operation. Jack Diamond.”
Jakes eyes shot up at me with a look of doubt. “Not Jack Diamond of Carson City?” He asked me. “You’re not referring to that Jack Diamond are you?”
“The one and only.” I said looking at him with a half grin of content.
“Did he recognize you?”
“We never met face to face. Only seen him a couple of times in town.” I told him. “But the others must have told him about me, and gave him my description. That’s probably how they figured out who I was. And that’s why they tried to kill me.”
I could feel the anger, building up inside me as I spoke. I couldn’t wait to see the look in their eyes when they realize, that they had messed up. I wanted to see the fear in them, when they realized I wasn’t dead; that I was alive.
“Jack Diamond.” Jake repeated. “Of all the people; he used to be one of the best; someone I looked up too.”
“Me too,” I said. “Hell, half the men wearing stars now, have some kind of a past; one way or another. I figured Jack to be as straight as the come.”
“Jack Diamond.” Jake kept repeating it. He couldn’t believe that a Texas Ranger was behind the Big Springs outfit.
We sat there not talking for a few minutes, taking in the town activities, and contemplating our next move.
Finally, he broke the silence. “Those clothes make you look like a city fella.” he said, laughing under his words. “I’ve got a surprise for you.”
“Don’t tell me you stopped by Stars before you rode up to Lubbock?” I asked him.
“Yes I did.” he said, as he rose to his feet and walked to his horse; tied in front of the café.
He reached into his saddle bag and tossed me a bundle. Then he untied his blanket from his saddle, and tucked it under his arm.
“You got a place you can change clothes?” he asked.
“Over at the hotel.” I stated. “I can’t wait to change into more comfortable clothes.”
“Didn’t find your hat though.” he said. “Guess you’ll have to get you a new one. Maybe the Judge will reimburse you for it.” he slapped me on the back and laughed. “You know, hazard pay.”
Laughing, we made our way across the dusty street, and over to the hotel.
Once in my room, I quickly changed into my own clothes. I had left them; along with my personal belongings, at Stars. A local tavern and braval, in Abilene, Texas. I was under cover as Tucker Wilks, and had to look the part of a cowhand. I didn’t want anyone to find something in my belongings, that said I was Dan Favors, or a Texas Ranger.
After I dressed, I looked in the mirror. Finally, tailored clothes, that fit me just right; dark trousers, a white button up shirt, and a black leather vest. On the left pocket of the vest, hung my silver star.
I used the back of my shirt sleeve, to polish it, and stood back to see myself in the mirror.
Nobody in town knew who I really was, and they had no idea that I was the law. Oh sure, a few people may have guessed; even the sheriff may have put it together by now, but nobody really knew. Heck until tonight, I didn’t even know myself.
I wondered how Angie would react, now that I’ve changed. I don’t mean change clothes either; I mean changed mentally.
I could see it in myself; the man in the mirror was more confident of himself, and deep down; I had the burning need for confrontation.
They had tried to kill me, and now they would pay. Not by me; no I’d only kill them if they asked for it. I’d only use violence if they provoked it out of me; No they were going to pay through justice. That I can promise you.
My mind drifted back to Angie; but who was I to think of her. They’re hadn’t been anything between us. No words of romance or affection, but just an occasional touch of hands, and sutal looks.
I cleared my mind. I knew that once she found out who I really was; and knew that I had to put my life on the line every day to bring dangerous men to justice, she’d turn away from me.
No woman desires to sit around at home, wondering if her man was going to return. Not knowing from day to day, whether he was alive or dead. And no man should put a woman through such torture.
That was why I had been alone all these years; never knowing love. Sure, I’ve known women before; but they were women whose love I bought, not earned. My life style forced me to be free and loose, able to travel at a moments notice, and be gone for months at a time. My mind had to be clear and focused on the job at hand. Otherwise, I was no good. I wouldn’t be able to concentrate on the task at hand; and that was what a Ranger had to do.
He had to perform; flawlessly, quickly and without hesitation. The law only knew one way, and a man with a target on his chest, had to think light on his feet.
I doubt Angie would care for the new Tucker she would meet. Already, I could feel my heart hardening and my eyes and mind sharpening. I wasn’t the Tucker Wilks she had nursed back to health. I was Dan Favors, Texas Ranger.
Jake was sitting in the edge of the bed, with his bed roll, laying next to him.
“Now that’s the Dan I know.” he said. “Only one thing missing.” With that, he untied the bed roll, and gave it a flip. Tucked inside, he had my colt revolver, and my gun belt.
It was blackened leather, with silver snaps and a silver buckle. The Colt, was nickel plated, with a black pearl handle. He tossed me my boot knife and my second gun; an old Colt pistol, with a wooden grip; one that I often tucked in my belt for a spare.
My billfold, was in with my clothes, I tucked it into my front pocket. In it was some papers, a deed to a ranch that I had won in a poker game; some year and a half ago, and nearly two hundred dollars. A man always feels better, with some walking around money in his pocket.
This night, I didn’t just feel better, I felt like myself.
Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. It took me by surprise, and Jake jumped to his feet and started for his gun. I looked at him and smiled. “Nobody knows we’re here, probably some town folk, or maybe Dutch.” I told him.
I opened the door and found myself standing face to face with Walt; the foreman for the Bar-T ranch. He had a surprised look on his face, and his eyes immediately went to the badge on my chest. He took a step back into the hallway, and looked up and down it; as if he had the wrong room.
“Your names Walt, right. From the Bar-T Ranch?” I asked him.
“Yeah, that’s right.” He said, still a little shocked by the transformation I had made. “You’re Tucker, correct?”
“Actually, It’s Dan Favors.” I said, “But you’re correct in the assumption that I was Tucker Wilks. I’d explain, but it would take a while.”
“Did you need to see me about something?” I asked him.
“Well, I was coming to tell you about one of my men.” he said. “We called him Little Joe. He had ridden in with Bob Hasklet, the day we hired him; well actually hired them both. Nobody knew Joe’s last name; we just called him Joe, and Bob took to calling him Little Joe.”
Jake had come across the room and was standing next to me. He interrupted Walt. “This Joe; does he have a scare across his cheek, red hair, and he’s tall and slender built?”
“Why yes sir, that pretty much describes him all right. “how’d you know that?” Walt asked Jake.
“Cause he’s Bob’s brother.” Jake stated. “Problem is, I thought he was locked up at Clearwater, for murder.”
“Well, he’s not. He and Bob rode into our place, about a month ago.” Walt said. “Now he’s hoping mad.”
“When we rode back to the ranch today, with Bob’s body tied over his saddle; he went plum crazy. Took three of my men, to pull him off those two men you whooped. Called them cowards for not killing you, and swore he’d do the job himself.”
“Rode out about two this afternoon, ain’t been seen since.” he told us. “Thought I should ride in and warn ya.” He looked me up and down, then added. “Maybe I should find the crazy kid, and warn him.”
I smiled. “Much obliged Walt.” I said. “I’ll keep an eye out. And if you do see him first; let him know, I’m leaving town soon. I have business else where. If he wants trouble, he can follow me out of town to find it. I’d hate to see anyone else get hurt.
He turned his hat in his hands and smiled. “Guess this means you won’t be taking up my offer.”
I smiled back and stuck my hand out to shake his. “Guess not.”
“Good-bye then, and good luck.”
“You too Walt.”
Closing the door, I looked back at Jake; who had taken a seat back on the bed.
“Offer?” he said, smiling. “You got a job offer and turned it down? What’s gotten into you? Have you gone crazy or something?”
“Now how could I walk away from all this.” I said, holding my hands to signal the dingy hotel room.
“Besides, you wouldn’t know what to do without me around.” I told him.
Getting to his feet, his smile turned serious. “If we come up against Jack and his boys in Big Spring, you’re gonna wish you took o’l Walt’s offer. Trust me, I wouldn’t blame you, if you did.”
I stared at him and felt cold; I had a hunger in my stomach that needed feeding. “I was born to do this job; and right now, there’s some men out there, that have hell to pay.”
“If Jack Diamond happens to be standing in my way when I’m dealing out justice; he’ll find that I’m holding all the aces.” I told him.
With that, Jake stuck out his hand, and shook mine.
“Glad to have ya back partner.” he said, smiling.
We walked down stairs, and across the lobby. The desk clerk took a second look; once he realized it was me.
As we walked past the dinning room doorway, I glanced in and caught the stares of a few men, as they look to me, then to one another. I could see the look of shock and disbelief in their faces. As Jake and I past through the door way to outside, I could hear the sound of foot steps inside, racing to the window to catch a glimpse. They wanted to be sure it was me that they saw, and not a figment of their imagination.
We walked to the jail house. I had to clear the air with the sheriff. He had to know who I was; if he hadn’t already figured it out by now. Plus, I wanted him to know about Little Joe. If there was going to be any more shooting, I wanted him to know, that it wouldn’t be because I was looking for it.
Opening the door to the office, I walked in with Jake behind me. The sheriff only glanced up for a second, as we entered; then he returned to his paper work.
“Sheriff.” I said to him, nodding.
“Evening gentlemen.” he answered; he never looked back up, or even took his eyes off his work.
“Walt from the Bar-T paid me a visit just now. Thought I’d better let you in on the conversation.” I told him.
“Now what conversation would that be Ranger?” he said. He had a smug, non condescending tone to his voice. “Would that be the one where we warns you that some of his men are getting liquored up, and plan to pay you back for what you did to their friends. Or could it be that Bob Hasklet, had kin somewhere, and they came to recover the body, and swore to make you pay for his death.” he finally noticed the badge; along with the new clothes.
I had an anger beginning to crawl through my skin. He was right, but I never asked for this trouble. I was here as a favor to him; to let him know, that I was pulling out and any trouble wouldn’t be started by me. I didn’t need his lecturing.
“See, I’ve seen your type before.” he continued, rising up from behind his desk. “You carry a gun, and think that it make you a big man. You put on a badge, and you think, that gives you the right to use that gun. Well not in my town.”
He walked right up to me, and looked me square in the eyes.
“If I see you in the morning; badge or no badge, I’ll lock you up. This is a peaceful town; and we ain’t had no killings in five years since I took over. Now you come along, and kill a man. And when his friends show up, you’ll kill them too.”
“Oh I know, It’ll be in self defense, but I don’t care.” he said.
He turned and walked back behind his desk, as he spoke. “I want you gone Ranger. Leave tonight. You hear me, just go. This town doesn’t need your kind.”
He sat down at his desk, and begun writing again.
I didn’t move from the center of the office. Jake had stopped at the door way, when we came in and hadn’t said a word; he was just leaning against the door.
The sheriff stopped again, and his eyes met mine.
“Don’t forget to close the door when you leave Favors.” he said.
I wanted so bad to grab him by his collar, and drag his lard butt across that desk and teach him a thing or two about respect. I was plum angry, but at the same time; I understood his position.
This wasn’t the first time I was told to leave town after a shooting. Many times; the men I chased, turned to gun play to prevent me from doing my job. When that happens, the local law is always more than eager to get shut of me.
Times were changing and men carrying guns were becoming a thing of the past. Most towns had a ban on fire arms in town, and only allowed rifles and shot guns to be brought into the street, on horseback.
Some day, the need for men like me would be obsolete. Some day, but not today.
Keeping my eyes locked on his, and not letting him know my anger and frustration; I answered him back.
“I’ll be pulling out tonight, sheriff. If Joe Hasklet wants trouble, he’ll have to come and find it. I won’t be looking for a fight with him. But you may want to check your flyers. He’s probably tucked in their some where, on one of them wanted posters; wanted for escaping from prison.” I told him.
“While you’ve been quietly sitting in your office, and enjoying your peaceful little town; two wanted men have been working at the Bar-T Ranch, and drinking at your local tavern.” I was starting to heat up again. I stepped up to the desk, not taking my eyes away from his. I leaned up against his desk. “Maybe you didn’t know that sheriff. Maybe you didn’t notice these men who worked and rode in your quiet, little town.”
I leaned over the desk. “Then again, maybe you didn’t want to know.” I said to him.
Standing up, he slammed his fist against the desk. “What’s that supposed to mean?” he shouted.
“I don’t know sheriff, you tell me.”
“I suggest you leave now Mr. Favors, before I do something I’ll regret.” he said, angrily.
“Oh you’d regret it all right.” I said to him, face to face. Then I turned to leave.
Jake opened the door, and continued to stare at the sheriff, as I past by him on my way out of the office.
Once outside, he came out and closed the door.
He looked at me with a twinge of anger himself. “Same story, different town.” he said. “They scream for you to come, when they need help; then they can’t wait to get rid of you when the dirty works done.”
“That man is a parasite, sitting in his office, and looking the other way; while criminals walk his streets.” he said. “I thought for a second, you were gonna knock the guy around.”
“He needs it.” I replied. Taking my hat off and slapped it against my leg. I breathed heavy, trying to calm myself.
“Need to see someone before we head out.” I said.
“A dame?” he asked.
“Just want to thank her for nursing me back to health. That’s all, not what you think.”
“Well, I need to get some supplies.” he stated. “I’ll meet you at the stables in an hour.”
“Won’t that take long.” I said. “She’ll probably have the same reaction the sheriff did.”
Jake headed up the street, and I headed for the livery stables. I’d get a new horse first, then try to find Angie to say good-bye.
* * * *
Entering the stables, I found the care taker, sleeping in a chair; just inside the first stall.
Clearing my throat, I woke the old timer from his rest. “Sorry to wake you, but I need a horse.” I told him
“Tucker. That you?” he said as he stood and stretched. “Hardly noticed ya, with those fancy….” he stopped suddenly, noticing the badge.
Walking closer, he straightened up at attention, like a solider waiting for inspection.
“Got just the horse for ya.” he said. “A grey gelding; bought him off a man, just last week. He’s got lots of heart, and good senses. He always knows when someone’s around, long before I do.” He turned and left to fetched the horse.
Bringing the gelding to the door, I could see by the light, that he was a stout animal, very mild tempered, but I could tell, that he wanted to run.
“Looks good.” I said. “I’ll take’m; gonna need a saddle too, and a bridle.”
“You can have the outfit that came with him.” the old timer said. “Have to go fetch it; besides, give you time with the lady.” he motioned behind me, past the door.
There, standing just outside; was Angie.
Entering, she looked me up and down and stopped when she saw the badge. I figured she wouldn’t have much for words; maybe even turn and leave. Instead, she came right to me, and threw her arms around my neck.
She clung tight, then after a few silent seconds, loosened her grip.
Looking deep into her eyes, I wanted to tell her how I felt; but that wouldn’t be fair to her. I was leaving and didn’t want her waiting for me to return. Cause I wasn’t sure if I would be coming back.
She stared back into my eyes. “Do you have to go?” she said, with her eyes beginning to water. “Can’t you stay? You can keep working for Dutch. He wants you to stay.”
“What about you? What do you want?” I asked.
“I want you to stay too; Tucker.” she said, pausing at the sound of the name.
“You don’t know me Angie. Nobody here, knows any thing about me. My name ain’t Tucker. Its Dan Favors, and I have a job to finish.” I told her. I softly grabbed her by the wrist. “These men tried to kill me; and they’ll keep trying as soon as they realize I’m alive. That’s trouble this town don’t need. Trouble you don’t need.”
She had dropped her gaze to the ground. I took one hand and placed it under her chin; to lift her eyes back to mine. At first, her red, tear stained eyes, looked away. Finally, her gaze met mine.
“You deserve a man who’ll be there for you when you need him; one who you can count on.” I told her. “I’d be gone more than I’d be here; and one day…” I paused at the thought. “One day, I won’t ever come back.” She dropped her gaze, back to the floor.
“I’ve lived by the gun for too long, to hang it up. This job is what I do. It’s what I’m good at.” I dropped her hands, and stepped back away from her; I turned to they horse, and I rubbed its muzzle.
“People are counting on me; and I’m not one to let others down. I have to go. There’s no other way.”
“Then when you get time, you can come back and see me.” she said, softly. “I’ll be here; waiting. You’ll see.” She turned and walked to the door; then looked back at me watching her go.
“Good luck Dan.”
And she disappeared outside.
I sighed heavily. A man could hardly pass up such an offer. But I wasn’t that kind of man. I couldn’t settle down; it just wasn’t in me.
“What a touching moment.” a voice rang out from the darkness. “Don’t think about it Ranger. I’ve got you dead to rights. You make a move for that gun, and I’ll cut you down where you stand.”
I couldn’t see anything, it was pitch black in the stalls. Only the front part was light enough to see. The rest of the stables, lay further back; away from the doorway and the light. The voice came from the stalls, furthest back.
“That you Joe?” I asked. “Come to revenge your brother’s death?”
“That’s right, Dam it!” he stated. “You killed the only living kin I had. If I knew you had family, I’d kill them, just to make you suffer.”
“Why don’t you step out here, wear I can see you? Afraid to face me?” I shouted at him. “Your brother was gonna shoot me in the back. Now you’re gonna shoot me from a dark hole. Come out here, and face me like a man.” I shouted even louder.
That anger was back, something I hadn’t felt for nearly a month; but today, it was rearing its ugly head quite often.
“Face me like a man, Joe. You already got the drop on me. Come out where I can see ya.”
Slowly he emerged from the dark. A tall, slender man, his clothes tattered and his hat sun weathered. The scare across his cheek was easily visible; an encounter with a Comanche buck. Joe had survived the battle, but had the scare to live with.
“Is that better?” he asked, as he approached. “Now you can see it coming when I shoot you.” he said confidently.
“I’ll even let you try for your gun if you’d like. Might as well, I’m gonna kill you anyway.”
He cocked the hammer back on his pistol. He held the gun in his right hand; at waist level, and was pointing directly at me.
“Go ahead and draw. At least that way, I can say I out drew a Texas Ranger man, and beat him.” he said.
My hand ached to hold my Colt. He was standing just ten paces away; he couldn’t miss at that distance. It was foolish, but maybe I could get him at the same time.
Looking into his eyes, I could see them narrowing and a small, but faint smile was spreading across his lips. It was now or never.
“Hold it Joe.” a sheepish voice shouted out from the dark. It was the old timer. He called out to him and for a second, Joe glanced away and looked to his left.
That was all I needed.
Drawing quickly, I let go with two deadly shots. The first hit him square in the chest; the next, hit him directly between the eyes. The last shot knocked him several feet backwards through the air.
He got one shot off; that flew past me at shoulder level, making a thud in the stable door.
The old man emerged from the dark, holding only my tack.
Foolish old man saved my life, holding nothing but a bridle and a saddle blanket.
“Much obliged.” I told him. “Thought I was in for it there.”
Calmly, I took a deep breath.
The old man walked over to me, and looked down at Joe. “Hell, I was trying to save his life.” he said, smiling. “Didn’t know you were giving him a head start.” he made a cackling sound when he laughed.
* * * *
The old man pushed open the large door, and I rode out onto the main street. Several people had already gathered after hearing the shots.
Jake came racing up and pulled hard on the reins; after seeing me come out on horse back. Riding up next to me, he returned his pistol to its holster, and looked inside the stables.
“Guess we won’t have to worry about Little Joe trialing us; now will we?” he stated.
“Guess not.” I said.
The sheriff strolled up and stopped at the edge of the board walk. He cradled his shotgun in his arms and leaned against the porch post.
I looked into his non caring eyes. He had a mean streak about him, but knew better to test me tonight. Instead, he nodded his head in the direction of out of town. He made the motion, and never said a word.
I turned the horse and was about to spur him to go, when Angie came running up the street. She pushed past several people in the crowd. Her eyes caught mine; then she looked inside at Joe, sprawled across the ground. Her eyes already stained with tears. She smiled at me, then gathered her dress and turned. She walked back up the street from where she came, and never looked back.
Jake shouted, and kicked his horse. I followed suit. We left town at a gallop; with the moon and wind at our backs.
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