“Come here, Gip,” he hollered to the dog. “Now.”
He put his arm around Gip’s neck as we neared. He held on to the dog as he looked to us riding in.
“That you, Mr. Cox?” he said.
Virgil, Cox, and I were covered white with sticky snow.
“It is, Gains, it’s me,” Cox said.
“Get, Gip,” Gains told the dog. “Go on, get.”
Gip lowered his head like he wanted to play.
“Get,” Gains said with a point. “Go.”
Gip looked at us. He turned a few excited turns, then obeyed Gains and moved on as he was asked.
We angled our horses to a hitch in front of the office and stopped.
Gains helped Cox off his horse.
“Didn’t expect to see you here, sir,” Gains said.
“No,” Cox said. “Neither did I, Gains.”
Gains looked to Virgil and me.
“You must be the marshals?” Gains said.
“They are, Gains,” Cox said. “This is Marshal Cole and Deputy Marshal Hitch. Gains’s my foreman on the site.”
Gains nodded.
“Come on in,” Gains said. “Warm up. I’ll get your animals looked after.”
Gains whistled to a young fella walking through the encampment.
“Daniel,” Gains said, “take these horses to the stock shed. Take care of them.”
“Yes, sir,” Daniel said.
Gip ran over to Daniel and lowered his head to play as we ridded ourselves of as much snow as we could, then stepped into the office.
The office had a hard-packed dirt floor and a stove in the corner made from a huge round steel cylinder. Next to it was a stack of dried wood. The room was cluttered with books and papers. Scattered on the tables and tacked on the walls were construction drawings, like those on the walls of Cox’s office in Appaloosa.
“Where is the wire office?” Virgil said.
“Just past us a piece,” Gains said. “Up the road here a half-mile on the way to Fletcher Flats. It’s a long loop off the Santa Fe.”
“We contacted them last night,” Virgil said. “Asked about Sheriff Driskill and his deputies. Wire back said as of last report, there was no sign of them.”
Gains shook his head.
“No, sir, we haven’t seen them,” he said. “They’ve not been here.”
Virgil said, “They came up here looking for a fella named Lonnie...”
Virgil looked to me.
“Carman.”
“Lonnie Carman?” Gains said.
“Yep,” I said. “His wife expected him home days ago and was afraid for him, demanded the sheriff find him.”
“He did his shift and left,” Gains said.
Virgil looked at me.
“Any idea where he might be?”
“No,” Gains said.
“Maybe Driskill found Lonnie and they’re back in Appaloosa by now?” I said.
“Not sure how we’d miss them,” Virgil said, then looked to Gains.
“Only one road between here and Appaloosa, ain’t there?”
Gains nodded.
“Only one road,” Gains said, “but if you know it, there is a shortcut, an alternate road that runs parallel. If you go that route, you’re on that road for a good four hours but it takes off about forty minutes to an hour’s travel time. That shortcut’s a little rougher going.”
“Where is that?” I said.
“Twenty-mile section toward the middle of the route,” Gains said.
“How do you locate it?” Virgil said.
“It’s not real clear, and kind of hard to find unless you have traveled the road a lot,” Gains said. “And for sure it might, and most likely would be, hard to find it in this weather.”
“Not impossible, though,” Virgil said.
“No,” Gains said. “Not impossible.”
Virgil and I just kept looking at Gains.
“You want to know?” Gains said.
“Do,” Virgil said.
“You think maybe Driskill and his deputies might have...”
“Don’t know,” Virgil said.
“Well, coming from this way, there’s an incline off to the right just after you get to a wide-open meadow,” Gains said. “If you don’t take the road through the middle of the meadow but instead go up that incline you’ll pick up the shortcut. It comes out just past the creek, the only real creek you cross on the whole trail.”
Virgil nodded, removed his hat, popped water from it with a slap on his knee, then set it on the back of a chair.
“Who found the broke wire?” Virgil said.
“Pedrick, the operator?” Gains said. “It was hard to find.”
“The wire broke?” Virgil said. “Or was it cut?”
“It was cut,” Gains said.
“Why was it hard to find?” I said.
“Where it was cut,” Gains said, “was at the top of one of the poles on the insulator. It was cut but made to look like it was still tension-wrapped on the insulator.”
Virgil nodded a bit.
“Who would do this?” Gains said. “Why?”
“Don’t know,” Virgil said. “But we aim to find out.”
“Goddamn crazy,” Gains said. “I never in my life heard or felt anything like that. The whole earth shook.”
“Who died here, Gains?” Cox said, as he took his coat off.
“Two new men,” Gains said. “Brothers from Fletcher Flats, southern boys, and... the old man, Percy O’Malley.”
“Their bodies found?” Virgil said.
“No, sir,” Gains said. “We have looked, but there wasn’t much left of anything found in one piece.”
“Percy?” Cox said, shaking his head.
Gains nodded.
“How do you know they are dead?” Virgil said.
“Well,” Gains said. “After the explosion we had roll call and they were missing.”
“What time did this happen?” Virgil said.
“Just as the sun was coming up,” Gains said. “Ten minutes later there’d have been at least thirty men killed. Everyone was getting ready to go out.”
“These brothers, from Fletcher Flats, they have horses?” Virgil said.
“No, sir,” Gains said.
“How’d they get here?”
“We provide transportation for a lot of the workers. We have a ten-seater,” Gains said. “We transport workers to and from both Appaloosa and Fletcher Flats. That’s where our crews are from and that’s how the Cotter brothers got here.”
“Cotter?” I said.
“That’s right,” Gains said.
I looked to Virgil and he looked at me.
“Hocus-goddamn-pocus,” I said.
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“Cotter?” I said. “You’re certain that is their last name?”
“That’s right,” Gains said. “That’s their names on the payroll, anyway. Dee and Dirk Cotter.”
“So, Deputy Marshal,” Cox said. “You suspect these two men were not killed but rather had a hand in this?”
“Don’t know,” I said.
“What do you know?” Cox said.
“Not enough,” Virgil said.
“But you know this name?” Cox said. “Cotter?”
Virgil looked at Cox for an extended moment but said nothing. Then he looked to Gains.
“How long had they been on the job?” Virgil said, disregarding the question. “The Cotter boys?”
“Not long,” Gains said. “A few weeks.”
“You talk to them,” Virgil said, “get to know them?”
“Some,” Gains said. “I hired them.”
“Thinking back,” Virgil said. “Was there anything about them that was not right?”
“Not really,” Gains said. “I suppose, if anything, they kept to themselves most the time. They seemed like good boys, though, quiet, hardworking.”
“What’d they look like?” I said. “Describe them.”