"Oh. Hello, Kady."
"What are you doing here, Jess?"
"Just having me a corn and Coca-Cola."
"Since when did you take a drink?"
"Sometimes you need it."
"When, for instance?"
"Like when you expect to give a girl away, at her wedding, and she runs out on you and leaves you holding the bag there at the church and don't even come around to tell you why, then you feel like you could drink quite a little."
"You were at the church?"
"If you were eloping, why couldn't you tell me?"
"I didn't elope."
"All right then, get married somewhere else."
"Does it look like I got married?"
I cut out the thick talk then and really looked at her, and made her sit down across the table from me, and ordered her a drink.
"Kady, we got our lines crossed somehow. I been sick all afternoon, that you would just go off and leave me after all we'd been to each other, but if you didn't get married, it don't square up with what I thought. What happened?"
"We'll begin with what happened to you."
"Nothing happened to me."
"You were to follow us in to town in the truck, and instead of that you just disappeared and I can't get it out of my head that you doing that has some connection with what happened to me."
"Didn't you see me wigwag?"
"I didn't see anything."
"I went down to get myself a flower to put in my buttonhole from the woods across the creek, and I slipped on a stone and got mud on my shoe. If it was some other time I'd have given it a brush and a grease, but for your wedding I wanted a shine. But when I got back to the house Liza Minden was there, and I knew if she ever saw me I'd be an hour getting her to go, so I went inside and went to the window, where I was behind her and you could see me, and wigwagged at you I was going to town now, instead of later."
"If you did, I didn't notice it."
"You were looking right at me, and nodded."
"Why did you take the gun?"
"Just in case."
"Case of what?"
"After what they did yesterday at the funeral how did I know what they might try? It didn't cost anything to pitch the gun on the truck, so I did. It's still there."
"...Did you see Wash?"
"It's like I told you. I went in to get a shine, and where I got it was a barber shop. I had me a haircut too, and by then it was getting on to one o'clock. I supposed he had started by then, so I went on around to the church to wait for you and him and Jane, when you got there. Nobody was there, but I didn't think anything of it, and sat down. I waited quite a while before I began to get worried. Then I went around to his hotel and asked for him."
"When was that?"
"About two o'clock."
"What did they tell you?"
"That he'd left, with a lady and gentleman."
By her face, I knew that stead of not believing what I was saying, she was believing it. I shut up then, and talked when she talked to me, for fear I'd overplay it.
"You thought that was me?"
"I thought I wasn't good enough for you."
"It was his mother and father."
"I still don't know what happened."
"He just didn't come."
"Why not?"
"Do I know?"
"He just walked out on you?"
"I know what happened. Of course I do. They talked it over one last time, his father and that awful mother he's got, and changed their minds once more."
"Hasn't he got a mind of his own?"
"He thinks she's wonderful."
We each drank our drink, and had a couple more, and she sat there with a sour little smile on her face, looking into her glass. "Funny life, isn't it, Jess?"
"Treats you funny all right."
"Who gives a damn?"
"I don't like to hear you cuss."
"Come on, let's dance."
"I never danced."
"I'll teach you."
But I didn't need much teaching, because all we did was stand in the middle of the floor in each other's arms and swing in time to the music and touch our faces together and sometimes walk around a little bit. She had a hot place around her mouth that crept out until her whole cheek felt like she had fever. I inched her along till we were next to the side door and then I lifted her so we were dancing on the parking lot outside and then instead of our cheeks rubbing it was our mouths.
"Jess, let's go to a hotel."
"I'd be afraid."
"What of?"
"We'd have to say we're man and wife."
"Well? You ashamed of me?"
"I hear if they suspicion you at all, like if the man's a lot older than the girl, they ask you for your certificate. And we haven't one."
"You're a funny guy, Jess."
"What's so funny about me?"
"You're the same old Sunday-go-to-meeting, that thinks we all the time got to be fighting something, and yet you've got to pretend it's something else."
"No, I've changed."
"Your kisses have."
"And I have. Honest."
"And it's only that you're scared?"
"We don't have to be, though."
"How do we fix it that we're not?"
"We could get married."
She gave a whoop, and laughed so hard I thought she'd fall down and I'd have to carry her to the truck. "Jess, you ought to get drunk oftener, so it wouldn't do such funny things to you. They won't let us, don't you know that?"
"Why not? We could say, 'no relation.'"
"Not here, we couldn't. Everybody knows me, from the drinks I've served in this honky tonk. And they know you, from that trial we had, with a big bunch looking at you, and specially all the newspaper and courthouse people looking at you."
"All right, then, we'll go to Gilroy."
"Don't they make you tell a whole lot of stuff about who your father and mother were and where you were born and all that? Who would I say?"
"...Well, how about saying Moke?"
"What?"
For just that long she sobered up, while she looked at me with the kind of fire in her eye a cat gets in front of a light.
"Listen, Jess, I don't say I wouldn't do some crazy things to get you in my arms, because to me you look awful pretty. But don't ever ask me to say that, and don't you even think it. Do you hear me? It was bad enough, having him around my own mother, but having to say I was any part of him would be more than I could stand. I asked you, do you hear me?"
"I hear you."
"What you sulking about?"
"Nothing."
"Do you want me?"
"I'm crazy for you."
"Do you want me bad enough, that if I went down there and held your hand in front of some preacher, you would take me, and not have any more foolish talk about fighting things and hollering hallelujah for fear the devil's going to get you for it?"
"Yes, I do."
"Then couldn't I make up some names?"
Our mouths came together hot this time, and I thought my heart would pump out of my chest from knowing I wouldn't have to give her up any more and at last she was mine.
Chapter 12
We stayed for two days in a little Gilroy hotel, and all that time I kept wondering what we were going to say when we got home. She must have been doing some thinking too, because on the way back she said:
"Jess, we're keeping this quiet."
"You mean that we're married?"
"All right, we got drunk and meant it for a joke and didn't know what we were doing anyway. At least, we can tell that to a judge if we ever have to, and maybe he'll believe us. But I don't know any way to tell it to Jane, and I love her."
"We going to see each other?"
"I'll have to think about that."
"I can't do without you."
"We'll see."
When we got home I acted like I'd been away looking for her all that time, and Jane was s
o glad to see her she didn't even think whether it sounded fishy or not. She kissed me, and was glad to see me all right, but all she thought about was Kady, and how good Kady was going to feel at the nice way she'd kept Danny, and she took Danny in her arms, and talked to him, and listened to him now he practiced up some more words he had learned, or thought he had learned, though what they were was more than I could figure out myself. But that night, after I'd finished up all the work Jane had been doing the two days I'd left everything to her, and had gone to bed in my bunk down in the stable, the door opened and there was Kady, in her nightgown.
"Jess?"
"Come in, Kady."
"I made out I couldn't sleep."
I flipped back the blanket for her to come in with me, but she shook her head and sat on the edge of the bunk looking out the window over my head. After a while she said:
"Jess, what am I going to do about Danny?"
"You could eat him. He's sweet enough."
"I don't want to be around him."
"You ought to make up your mind."
"It's not like it was before. I hated him then. Now I see how cute he is, and understand why you're so crazy about him, and Jane is, and why I was, for a little while. But I can't help it. I've got something in me. Every time I look at him I see Wash, and I can't forget what Wash did to me. I don't want to be around him."
"He's not Wash."
"I know it. I'm so ashamed."
"He's just a sweet, friendly little boy that's laughing at you all the time and sticking out his hand to touch your face and showing you how good he can kick and you ought to be thankful all day long that you've got him."
"I ought to, but I'm not."
What she did about him was try to swallow down how she felt, and play with him, and help Jane take care of him, and drink. She told Jane it was Coca-Cola, but all the time she was spiking it with the stuff we had made, that was hidden all over the place, and when she had a load of it she'd get a look in her eye, and I would almost explode from wanting her. Every night she'd slip down to me, and bring me some stuff, and we'd drink it together, and there was no end to how much we wanted each other. But Jane would get worried, and go out looking for her, and once she almost caught us, and that meant we had to do something. "Jess, we've got to have a hide-out."
"Yeah, but where?"
"Have you forgotten our mine?"
Now the mine, after what I'd done with Moke, was about the last place on earth I wanted to be. "I thought we were done with all that stuff."
"What stuff? We don't have to run the still."
"It'll be there just the same."
"It doesn't have to be. I can take it down and put it away if that's all that's bothering you. But it's secret. It's like we used to say. Anything in the world could be happening up there and nobody would ever know."
"You used to say it."
"And you used to think it."
She would borrow the truck after that and pretend she was going to Carbon City for stuff that we needed, and maybe she did go, I don't know. But one of those times I had a look around, and found it parked in a place that could only mean she had gone up the mountain. And then one day she came out to where Jane and I were giving Danny his lunch with a basket on her arm. "Want to carry this for me, Jess, while I get some of those grapes up there in the woods, so we can have us some jelly?"
"You lost an arm or something?"
"It takes two hands for grapes."
"I never noticed it."
"First you got to find them, then you got to lift the vine up, where it hangs down over them, and then you got to cut the bunches off with a knife, so you don't mash them up trying to break them. And I want company. Wild grapes take a long time."
"Go along with her, Jess."
So we went, up the same old path, her a little ahead, humming a little, in between catching her breath. When we got to the timbered drift she went past it, then stopped.
"Would you like to see the little nook I've made in there?"
"Some other time, maybe."
"Not now? You sure?"
She half closed her eyes, and I don't know which was worse, the way my stomach was fluttering over Moke, or the way my heart was pounding over her.
"It'll only take a minute. Come on."
We went in, and got lamps out of the tool chest, and got as far as the entry where I'd buried Moke. "This old tunnel caved in since we were here, but that blocked the draft that used to blow through it, so of course that makes it a nice place to sit and pass the time."
In the tunnel mouth she had hung some candlewick quilts like they sell on the way to town, and had fixed a seat. "But of course we can't have carbide, not romantic people like us."
Near the seat was a galvanized iron can we had used for water, with holes knocked in the bottom, and she held her lamp to one of them. It began to burn inside, and I saw it was half full of charcoal. "And with that good old Tyler corn and Coca-Cola, I thought we might cook ourselves something to eat."
She lifted the cover of the basket, and inside was a picked chicken. By then I wouldn't have left there if Moke had come right through the rock at me, so while she chased outside to grab some grapes quick, I went to the shaft mouth to grab some Coca-Cola we always kept in the spring water, and some corn. I was trembling so bad I never noticed that all the smell was gone, where she had emptied all that mash out, and put things in apple-pie order. I came back with the bottles, then went to the tool chest for a miner's needle, that I cleaned in the fire and ran through the chicken. I was almost done broiling it, trying not to think of her, when I jumped at the sound of music.
It was the radio, and she came in swinging her hips, and red fire shining up in her face, and looking right straight at me. That was one dance she never finished.
Chapter 13
One morning, couple of months after that, there came a rap on the door and when I went out there it was Ed Blue. He wanted to know if I had seen anything of his rifle. I had my own rifle in reach, and after all that had happened I wouldn't have asked much to tell him to get the hell out arid stay out or I'd plug him where he stood. But I thought I better see what he was up to. Because I knew where his rifle was all right. But at the same time I knew why he didn't have it. The way things were between him and Moke, Moke wouldn't have taken his rifle without him knowing it. And the way things were between me and Moke, Ed couldn't have helped knowing what Moke figured to do with it, even if Moke had said nothing about it, which wouldn't be like Moke. So when he began talking, I thought he was pretending rifle, but he really meant Moke. But after a while I saw that it was really his rifle he was after, and as well as I could tell, he had thought about it since Moke left him, and put it together something like this: Moke hadn't killed me, so something must have gone wrong with it. I hadn't killed Moke, or so far as he knew I hadn't, so what had happened? He probably said to himself, I'd run into Moke and maybe run him off the creek. But if I had I certainly wasn't letting Moke keep the gun. So why not come around, ask me about it, and watch my eyes?
I told him nothing, and he went off with a lot of talk about how he's a peaceable man, and sure would hate it if somebody got hurt by a gun that belonged to him, and by ganny he hopes he don't get sued. What anybody would get out of it if he did get sued he didn't say. But a couple of nights later, when the girls had gone to a picture show and taken Danny with them, and I had taken a walk by the creek to think things over and figure out where I was at with my life if I was anywhere at all, I started back to the cabin, and from down the road a ways I saw a light inside. I crept up on it, and there in the front room, shooting the light all around, was Ed. After he finished looking there he went on back and shot the light at the girls' clothes and under the bed. I waited till he was doing the same in the lean-to before I tiptoed inside, took my six-shooter down, and threw on him from the doorway of the front room.
"Put 'em up, Ed."
He had no gun, and he was reaching before he even turned around. I went ov
er and took the light from him so it wouldn't burn down the house. "Now you goddam lop-eared cross-eyed good-for-nothing rat, for the last time what are you doing in my place and what do you want?"
"Jess, I'm only looking for my gun."
"You think I steal guns?"
"No no, Jess, it ain't that. It's just that after what happened that day, when I done what Moke made me do at the funeral, I thought maybe you'd come up there and tooken it, just to be safe. That's all, I hope Christ may kill me."
"I didn't. You got that?"
"I got it, Jess."
"If I shot, you know, if I said a man was back there in my house and I shot him because I was afraid he would kill me, the law would uphold me. You know that?"
"I sure do know it, Jess."
"Suppose I let you go?"
"Anything you say, Jess."
"Cut out your snooping around."
I never said anything to her about it. I never said anything to her or anybody that would lead around to Moke. But it made me nervous. So of course she thought I was nervous on account of her, and that was how she liked it so she could laugh at me and sit in my lap and tickle my chin and say stop being so solemn. And then one day we were up there, behind the quilt that kind of cut us off from the timbered tunnel, and had had some drinks and stuff she had brought to eat, and the music was turned down soft, and she was dancing in front of me with not a stitch on. And then, from the other side of the quilt, I heard something no miner could ever mistake. It was the whisper that comes out of a carbide lamp when the flame has been cut but the water is still making gas.
I motioned her to keep on like she was, and hit the quilt with everything I had. Something went down, but so did the quilt, and it fell over the brazier, so the place went so black you couldn't see your hand. I hit, and landed. I hit again, and got one back in the jaw. I hit again, and just touched a shirt going away. Then there were steps, shuffling down the track. Then she screamed, and all of a sudden the place was full of light, where she had tried to get the quilt off the brazier, and red coals were all over, and the quilt was burning, and so were her clothes, where she had dropped them on the seat. When we put out the fire with water the place was full of steam. "Jess, who was it?"