“Pike killed a lot of Indians,” Pony said.
“But you work for him,” I said.
“Half Mexican,” Pony said.
“And half Indian,” I said.
“Half Chiricahua,” Pony said. “Pike didn’t kill no Chiricahua.”
“Who’d he kill most?” Virgil said.
“Comanche,” Pony said. “Hell, I kill Comanche, too.”
“Think this Indian’s Comanche?” Virgil said.
“Don’t know,” Pony said. “It’s Comanche land. Arrow could be Comanche.”
“But you don’t know,” I said.
“Indian make arrow out of what he can find,” Pony said. “ ’Specially toy arrow he going to leave behind.”
“Name’s Buffalo Calf,” I said.
Pony shrugged.
“Speaks English good,” Virgil said.
“Me too,” Pony said.
“Sometimes,” I said, “some Indians’ camp would get wiped out and they’d take a couple kids that survived and send them to Indian school. Teach them to be good Americans.”
Virgil nodded. He sat silently for a while, then tilted his chair back again and looked at the street.
“So maybe he’s after Pike because Pike killed some Comanches when he was in the Army,” Virgil said.
“Not in battle, though,” I said. “Comanches see death in battle as honorable. Part of how things are. No reason to revenge such a death.”
“So it would be something else, then,” Virgil said.
“Maybe women, children, something like that,” I said.
“Pony?” Virgil said.
“Sí, jefe,” Pony said. “Comanche people, Chiricahua people, most Indian people, death between warriors honrosco.”
“And maybe Buffalo Calf got scooped up and sent to school,” Virgil said. “And now he’s grown up and wants revenge?”
Pony shrugged. I shrugged.
“Could be,” I said.
“So, if he’s after Pike, why all the rigmarole,” Virgil said.
“Maybe he wants Pike to know it’s him,” I said. “And to think about it. Maybe it’s got some private meaning to him.”
“And maybe we got it all wrong,” Virgil said.
“And maybe we’ll never know, even when it’s over,” I said.
“Sometimes you don’t,” Virgil said.
“Even if you went to West Point?” I said.
“Maybe even then,” Virgil said.
“Disappointing,” I said.
“Sometimes it’s just about shooting,” Virgil said.
“Least we’re good at that,” I said.
“And if it ain’t Pike?” Virgil said. “Why us?”
“Power?” I said, and looked at Pony.
Pony nodded.
“He see you come look at first dead man,” Pony said. “He see you come take women back. See you have power. He kill you. He take your power.”
“And Pike?” Virgil said.
“He kills Pike,” I said, “we still have power.”
Virgil nodded.
“Complexicated,” he said.
“Very,” I said.
Virgil looked at Pony, who was looking at nothing and seeing everything, the way Virgil did.
“Maybe J.D. and Kirby will get him,” Virgil said.
Pony shook his head.
“You with us on this?” Virgil said. “If they don’t?”
“Yes,” Pony said.
Virgil grinned at him.
“You after his power?” Virgil said.
Pony didn’t grin, but he looked like he might have.
“Sí, jefe,” he said.
41
MARY BETH CAME INTO the sheriff’s office after lunchtime, mush-mouth drunk and weaving as she walked.
“Wanna report a man fuckin’ a child,” she mumbled.
Virgil stood and went around his desk and eased her onto a chair. Then he sat on the edge of his desk right in front of her.
“A man fucking a child,” Virgil said.
“Used to fuck me, now he fuckin’ her.”
Virgil nodded.
“You thinking about what happened to you and Laurel, ’fore we found you?”
“Naw,” Mary Beth said. “Brother Percival fucking us.”
“You let him?” Virgil said.
“I don’…”
Mary Beth slid suddenly off the chair. Quick as he was, Virgil got a hold of her as she went and broke her fall. He eased her the rest of the way down and she sat on the floor with her legs splayed.
“Everett,” Virgil said. “Whyn’t you go see if you can find Allie.”
I nodded and left.
I found her in The Church of the Brotherhood, practicing on the organ. To me it sounded like a cow in labor, but I was never musical.
“What’s wrong?” she said when she saw me.
“Nothing bad,” I said. “Mary Beth Ostermueller is drunk and falling down in Virgil’s office.”
Allie stood up.
“Oh, God,” she said.
As we walked down to the office, Allie said, “What is she doing there. What is she telling you?”
“She was telling us that Brother Percival was fucking Laurel,” I said. “ ’Fore she fell off the chair and Virgil caught her.”
“That’s ridiculous,” Allie said.
“Said he’d been doing it to both of them,” I said.
“Brother Percival is a man of God.”
“I’ve heard even they do it, sometimes,” I said.
“Not if they are holy men like Brother Percival,” Allie said.
“He ever show any interest in you?” I said.
“Of course he shows interest. He cares about my soul. He shows interest in everyone.”
“Care about any of your other parts?” I said.
“Everett!”
When we were at the office, I opened the door and ushered her in. Virgil was at his desk, his feet up, his white shirt gleaming from the laundry.
“Where’s Mary Beth?” Allie said.
“Sleeping in a cell,” Virgil said.
“What did she tell you?” Allie said.
“Not much,” Virgil said.
“Everett says she’s been accusing Brother Percival.”
“She said he was poking Laurel,” Virgil said.
“Everett says she was drunk.”
“Seemed so,” Virgil said.
“She’s drunk all the time,” Allie said.
“Don’t mean she’s lying,” Virgil said.
“Not on purpose,” Allie said. “I know that she had a bad time when the Indian took her. Laurel, too. And it made her crazy, and when she’s drunk she’s crazier. I been trying to help her, and help Laurel, and so has Brother Percival.”
“Girl talking yet?” Virgil said.
“No,” Allie said. “And Mary Beth’s crawled into her bottle and given up being a mother.”
“So who looks out for the daughter?” Virgil said.
“I do. I’ve become the closest thing she has to a mother.”
“And she ain’t, ah, indicated nothing to you about Brother Percival’s intentions.”
“No, of course not. You think I would stand by and let that happen? She’s like a daughter to me.”
Virgil nodded. I poured myself a cup of coffee.
“Well,” Virgil said. “Me and Everett are deputy sheriffs here. I guess we got to go talk with Brother Percy.”
“He doesn’t like to be called Percy,” Allie said.
Virgil nodded.
“I’ll keep it in mind,” he said. “You mind sticking here and looking after her if she wakes up?”
“I’ve done it before,” Allie said.
“Good,” Virgil said. “ ’Preciate it.”
“And you’re really going to talk with Brother Percival?” Allie said.
“Just doing my duty,” Virgil said.
“She’ll say anything,” Allie said.
“I know,” Virgil said.
“You can’t believe anything she says.”
“I know.”
“She didn’t tell you anything about me?” Allie said.
“Anything to tell?” Virgil said.
“Virgil, you shouldn’t ask me a thing like that,” Allie said. “Of course there isn’t anything. What do you think I am?”
“Just asking,” Virgil said.
“You know how drunks are,” Allie said. “They don’t remember things that happened. They remember things that didn’t happen. They make up stories. They’ll say anything.”
“Keep that in mind, too,” Virgil said.
He stood. I put down my coffee cup, and we went out into the street.
“Mary Beth tell you anything you haven’t mentioned?” I said to Virgil as we walked toward the church.