CHAPTER 10
Luke stiffened. Somehow, he wasn’t surprised by what Potter said or the thinly veiled threat in the words. “What are you talking about?”
“All you’ve got is a map,” Potter said. “You don’t know that this Copperhead Mountain place is where we’re supposed to go.”
“It’s the only thing in the colonel’s belongings that has a destination marked. I think we all know that’s what it means.”
“Maybe,” Stratton said. “But we don’t have to go there, now do we?”
“Lancaster’s dead,” Richards added. “The mission’s over.”
Luke shook his head.“What makes you think that? Just because we’ve lost our commanding officer, doesn’t mean we don’t still have our orders.”
“Orders from who? Jeff Davis?” Potter laughed. “The president of a country that may not even exist by now? Hell, Richmond could have fallen the day after we left, for all we know!”
Edgar said, “Even if Richmond fell, the war’s still going on. General Lee hasn’t surrendered. The way those Yankees keep attacking us proves that.”
“Edgar’s right,” Remy said. “Our responsibility still lies with the Confederacy.”
Casey finally put into words what was uppermost in all their minds. He pointed at the wagons and exclaimed, “But there’s all that gold just sittin’ there!”
It had happened even faster than Luke thought it would. The temptation of that fortune in gold bullion had been there all along, of course. Lancaster’s presence and the men’s habit of taking orders had held it in check.
But Lancaster was gone, and all Potter, Stratton, Richards, and Casey could think of was how they could be rich men. All they had to do was forget about delivering the gold to Copperhead Mountain, take the wagons, and strike out on their own. If they headed west, they might be able to leave the war behind them. There had been battles between Union and Confederate forces out on the frontier, but not many.
Luke glanced right and left. Remy, Dale, and Edgar stood with him, as he had known they would. They faced the other four men across a short distance. No guns were drawn—yet—but everyone was tense and ready for trouble.
It might not be possible to reason with the others. That much gold had a way of making a man’s brain not work as well as it usually did. But Luke was going to try. “Look, you know we’re not going to let you take those wagons. That gold belongs to the Confederacy. If we do anything with it except deliver it where we’re supposed to, we’ll be thieves . . . and traitors.”
Potter let out a contemptuous snort. “How can you betray a country that don’t exist anymore?” he demanded.
“You don’t know that.”
“Hell, Jensen, you’ve got eyes! There’s no way Richmond was able to hold out. The streets are probably full of Yankees by now. And if Lee hasn’t surrendered yet, he’s got Grant chasin’ him across Virginia. It’s only a matter of time until what’s left of the army is cornered. Lee’s not gonna fight to the death, and you know it. He’ll surrender.”
Luke suspected Potter was right about that. General Robert E. Lee cared too much about his soldiers to let them be slaughtered to the last man in a futile cause.
But that still didn’t change anything. They had their orders.
“Forget it, Potter. From the looks of that map, we’re not far from Copperhead Mountain. We can be there in another couple days. And that’s where we’re going with that gold.”
“That’s your final word?” Potter asked. Next to him, Casey nervously licked his lips, anxious to grab for his gun. So were Richards and Stratton.
From what Luke had seen of those men, they were probably faster on the draw than Dale and Edgar. He and Remy might be able to match them, but that wasn’t good enough. If it came down to a fight, he and his friends would probably die.
Some of the others would die, too, but more than likely one or two of them would survive. Those survivors would be very rich men.
The ones who didn’t make it would be dead, and that worry lurked in Wiley Potter’s eyes. Potter didn’t want to risk his own life to make somebody else rich.
That realization was confirmed a second later when Potter burst out, “Ah, the hell with it!”
“Wait a minute, Wiley,” Stratton protested. “What do you mean?”
“I mean I don’t feel like dyin’ over this,” Potter declared.
Casey looked stricken. “The Confederacy don’t need that gold,” he said with a whining note in his voice. “It oughta be ours!”
“A man can always get rich if he’s smart enough,” Potter responded. “But not if he’s dead!”
Luke didn’t relax and let his guard down. He didn’t trust Potter, not for a second. It could be some sort of trick. “You’ll go on to Copperhead Mountain with us?”
“I didn’t say that,” Potter replied. “Look, we’ve fought Yankees over and over again on the way down here. They’re probably lookin’ for us right now. Our luck’s bound to run out sooner or later. I’ve had enough of this war, Jensen. I’m riding away. The rest of you do whatever you damned well please.”
“In other words, you’re deserting,” Luke said in a hard voice.
Potter surprised him by laughing. “You think I care what you call it? You can’t betray a country that doesn’t exist, and you can’t desert from an army that’s probably surrendered by now. All I know is I’m done with it.”
“Me, too,” Stratton said.
“And me,” Richards added.
Casey still looked like he wanted to shoot somebody, but he gave a grudging nod. “Yeah, I’ll go along with the others. I reckon bein’ alive is the best thing.”
“So, Jensen,” Potter said. “Is it settled . . . or is it going to be a fight?”
Luke glanced at his companions. Remy shrugged a little. Edgar gave him a tiny nod. Dale just looked like he was in pain from that wounded shoulder.
“Go ahead and get out of here, if that’s what you want to do.” Luke didn’t bother trying to keep the scorn out of his voice.
“We’re taking the horses.”
“Go ahead. We’ve got the colonel’s horse. Remy can ride it. I’ll handle one wagon and Edgar the other.”
Potter smirked. “Sounds like you’ve got it all figured out. You’ll be a real hero when you get to Copperhead Mountain with that gold. That is, until the Yankees take it away from you and you see what a waste it all was.”
“I’ll know that I followed orders, anyway.”
“Yeah, that’ll buy you a lot.” Potter jerked his head at his allies. “Come on. I want to put some distance behind us before any more blue bellies can catch up to us.”
“Wiley, are you sure about this?” Stratton asked.
“I’m sure. We’ll have other big chances later on. Stick with me, boys, and we’ll all be rich sooner or later.”
The others still didn’t look happy about it, but they followed Potter’s lead and mounted up. Potter took a small bag of supplies from one of the wagons and held it up to Luke, raising his eyebrows. Luke nodded for him to take it.
The four men didn’t follow the path back toward the road. They struck out across country, soon vanishing in the thick woods.
“Deserters,” Edgar said in disgust. “Lousy deserters.”
“Maybe worse than that,” Remy said. “You don’t trust them, do you, Luke?”
“Not one bit. We’ll keep our eyes open in case they double back and make a try for the gold.”
“So now we have to worry about the Yankees and those four,” Dale said. “Things don’t get any easier, do they?”
Luke shook his head. “Hardly ever.”
They buried Colonel Lancaster’s body in the woods and stayed hidden in the little clearing all night. Several times Luke heard a lot of hoofbeats in the distance and thought it was likely the Yankees were hunting for them. None of the searchers came close to the wagons, though. Luke wondered if that was because they really hadn’t gone very far from the site of the battle with the cavalrymen. The Yankees might have expected them to head on south as quickly as possible.