“Good thing airline pilots don’t do that,” I said.
“I bet they go to sleep at the wheel more than we do, too.” Loyd said.
“So you went out and caught the dog.”
“Me and another engineer and a conductor and a brakeman all deadheaded out to Dragoon to pick up the train. The dead crew came back to Grace in a car.”
“And you, what, took the train on into Tucson?”
“Yep.”
“So what does that mean, what do you do exactly? Is there a steering wheel?”
He laughed. “No. You adjust throttles, you set brakes, you watch signals. You use your head. Today I had to use my head. I was the lead engineer and it was a real heavy train, over ten thousand tons. There were two helper engines coupled at the rear of the train.”
“Ten thousand tons?”
He nodded. “A little better than a mile and a half long.”
“And you’re in the front engine, and there’s two engines pushing on the back?”
“Yep. The hard part was topping over Dragoon. That’s a real long hill, a long descending grade from Dragoon to the Benson bridge, and there’s a siding you sometimes have to pull into there, at twenty-five miles an hour. But the train is so damn heavy it wants to take off on you down that hill. I’ve messed up on that hill a bunch of times before. Just between you and me, one time I went flying through there at sixty, hoping to God there was nobody coming on the main line. I never could have gotten into the siding track.”
“I guess there was nobody coming.”
“No. But today there was, and I got us in safe and sound. Today I did it exactly right.” He smiled at me over his coffee cup.
“So tell me about it.”
“Well, we topped over the hill way below the speed limit, and when I got about half the train over the hill I set a minimum amount of air brakes. Then I waited for it to take hold. The brakes take hold all along the train, in every car, front to back. And then I just watched the speedometer keep coming up.”
“You’re still speeding up? Even after you’ve set the brake?”
“You’ve got six thousand tons and a mile of train coming down the hill behind you. What do you think it’s going to do?”
Doc Homer used to pose puzzles like this to Hallie and me, to develop our cognitive skills. “But you’ve also got some-odd thousand tons still coming up the hill behind you.”
“That’s right. A little less coming up, and a little more coming down, every minute. That’s the tricky part. That’s the Zen of Southern Pacific.”
I was extremely impressed.
“On a normal train you’d be real leery of setting the brake while half your train’s still coming up the hill. The rear would start pulling backward and you’d break in two.”
“Oh,” I said. “So then you’d have two trains.”
“Then you’d have a nice long vacation without a paycheck.”
“Oh.”
“But I had helper engines that could push on me from the back, so I was pretty sure we wouldn’t break in two. I radioed my helper engineer back there to keep pushing up the hill at full throttle, that’s throttle eight, and then cut it back to throttle one when he topped over.”
“So he was pushing and you were braking at the same time.”
“Yep. Setting the brake early enough, that was the part I never got before. It kind of goes against what you think’s right.”
“Nobody can just tell you how to do that hill?”
“No, because every train’s different on every hill. Every single run is a brand-new job. You have to learn the feel of it.”
“So you can’t necessarily do the same thing next time?”
“Not exactly the same thing, no. But on this train the minimum set worked perfect. And then I worked the throttle to maintain forty miles an hour. I came down the hill through Sybil and Fenner, the last siding before the Benson bridge. I got a flashing yellow after Sybil so I knew we’d probably have to go into Fenner. Then we went by a yellow, and the next signal was a diverging approach, a red over yellow, and I had to be down to twenty-five at that signal so we could get into the siding. Sure enough, there was a train on the main line headed east.”
“What if you’d been going sixty, like last time?”
He winked. “I wouldn’t be getting any nice letters telling me how good I am at my job.”
“Seriously. What if you saw a headlight coming at you in the dark?”
“You heard about Fenton Lee, then, did you?”
“What would you do?”
Loyd looked at me. “Jump off.”
“Yeah?”
“Oh, yeah. I did it one time already, when I was a fireman. The engineer hit a siding too fast and that sucker looked like it was going off the track. I was out of there like buckshot. I got a big old bruise on my butt, and the guys laughed at me because they didn’t derail. I don’t care. There’s things worth risking your life for, but a hunk of metal’s not one of them.”
I watched him drink his coffee. In the hot sun his hair had dried to its normal glossy, animal black. The mesquite leaves cast feathery shadows all over his face and the muscular slope of his chest. The sight of his bare feet stirred me oddly. I badly wanted to take him inside to bed.
“Well. But you are real good at your job,” I said.
“I’m getting there.”
“I guess I never knew there was so much to it.”
He set down his cup and crossed his arms. “Pretty good for an Injun boy, huh?”
“You could have told me more about it.”
He smiled. “Codi, did anybody ever tell you a damn thing you didn’t want to know?”
I stalled, avoiding the question. “If I told you I wanted to go to bed with you right now, would you think I only loved you for your mind?”
His eyes sparkled. “I think I could overlook it.”
That night I lay in Loyd’s arms and cried. Since the day I spent with Uda in the attic, wishes and anger had backed up in me, and now they rushed out, rocketing my mind around on a wild track toward emptiness. I told Loyd about the photographs and unrelated things, old things, like making pies with Uda Dell. “I have all these memories I couldn’t get hold of before, but it doesn’t make me feel any better,” I said.
“What kind of memories?”
“Everything. Really, my whole childhood. Most of it I had no idea was there. And most of it’s happy. But Loyd, it’s like the tape broke when I was fifteen, and my life started over then. The life I’d been living before that was so different-I don’t know how to say this, but I just couldn’t touch that happiness anymore, I’d changed so much. That was some other little bright-eyed, righteous girl parading around trying to rescue drowning coyotes and save chickens from the stewpot. A dumb little kid who thought the sun had a smiley face on it.”
“And what happened when she was fifteen?”
I withdrew from Loyd’s arms. Had I set him up to ask? I lay looking at the wall, considering whether I could tell him. If I only had two more months in Grace, it wasn’t long enough. “I can’t explain it,” I said. “I guess it finally hit me that nobody was going to take care of me.”
“In high school you were doing a pretty good job of taking care of yourself.”
“That’s what it looked like. It probably looks like that now, too.”
Loyd took me back onto his shoulder, which felt hard like a cradleboard under my head. He stroked my cheek. “You still have all the family you grew up with. Hallie’s somewhere out there. She’ll come back. And Doc’s still here.”
“Neither one of them is here.”
“Codi, for everybody that’s gone away, there’s somebody that’s come to you. Emelina thinks you’re her long-lost sister. You know what she told me? She wants you there in that little house forever. She said if I let you leave Grace she’ll bust my butt. She loves you to death.”