that hogleg inta action,â the white-haired old man mused, âbut studyinâ ya, ya have thet look. Ya have seen the elephant, ainât ya, boy?â
Joshua grinned. He had heard that Civil War phrase from Dan. Boys in the Civil War who had that faraway look of battle fatigue in their eyes were said to have seen the elephant.
Smiling, Joshua said, âSir, I have traveled the ridgelines a few times.â
Zack said, âSo are ya injun or half-breed?â
âMy mother was white,â Joshua replied matter-of-factly, âand my father was Lakota, a Sioux the white men call them.â
âSo when your mama decide ta sail on the sea a matrimony,â Zack said, âshe decided ta use a canoe?â
Zack and Joshua both laughed heartily at Zachariahâs joke. Strongheart finally replied, âI guess so, sir.â
âDonât go sirring me, son,â Banta said, âmakes me feel old. Call me Zack. Wal, one good thing is they split up, so ya kin tangle with âem one or two at a time,â the old man continued. âI heerd âem talking about it.â
âDo you know where they headed?â
âWal, lessee,â Zack responded, âas I recall, big old Gorilla Moss and his kid, Percival, headed south down past Westcliffe. I think Ruddy Cheeks Carroll said he was gonna ride with âem as fur as Westcliffe. They asked me how ta get to Music Pass. Ya know where all them places are?â
âYes,â Joshua said. âWe were talking about Westcliffe and the Colfax Colony on the stage.â
Zack replied, âNow, mind ya, Colfax Colony sprang up southwesta Westcliffe. Music Pass is beyond that and runs ya over the Sangre de Cristos and smack into the Great Sand Dunes. Make sure ya got a good kerchief when ya travel over there.â
Joshua was feeling weak in his knees from blood loss, and Zachariah took notice. The old man did not miss much.
âWere I you,â Zach said, âIâd git me a bed fer the night in the hotel yonder and rest. Eat some now and eat good of the morninâ. Then ya kin proper track and kill them rascals as needed.â
Joshua said, âThanks, but Iâll be all right, Zack.â
Zack chuckled. âYou are a man what keeps his oath if ever I seed one. I know they took yer money, son. Iâll go fer ya on the hotel and the vittles. It wonât do ya no good in a shoot-out to be passinâ out from blood loss. Ya kin pay me back someday.â
Joshua grinned and said, âI am very grateful, Zack.â
The next morning, after a hearty breakfast including ham, poached eggs, coffee, and peach pie, Joshua headed off south to locate three of the holdup men. He had gotten more information the night before and had his wounds cleaned up and bandaged again. He felt much more refreshed and a little stronger, although he was sore from head to toe.
The magnificent horse climbed the long, winding road up to the center of the Wet Mountain Valley. Up above, Joshua looked at the awesome snowcapped peaks looming above him to his right, as the horseâs smooth, fast trot ate up the miles.
It was still morning when he rode into the small town, and he headed for a squat building that had the simple word âSaloonâ neatly painted on a long wooden sign above its door. Joshua had vowed never to drink again, and he would not, but he knew this would be the best place to get information. Saloons were in every town in the West. In fact, when new towns sprang up, the saloon was one of the first businesses, if not the first business, to open up, no matter where. The saloon was where all the men in each town met to pass and learn the latest gossip, socialize, and discuss everything from beef prices to politics. It was for exactly that reason that Strongheart entered the place of drink.
He walked up to the bar and a very tall, very slender man with a long handlebar mustache walked up to him.
Joshua said,