you out of your misery if you tell me where Ollie and the others are going. Where theyâre going to hole up and wait for you.â
âYou wonât do it.â
âYes, I will. One little squeeze of the trigger and your lamp goes out. Real quick. Real painless. Just tell me what I want to know and itâll be over just like that. You wonât even feel the bullet.â
âChrist.â
âYeah, you can pray, too, Luke. And go on suffering. I donât mind that. Iâm suffering. Let me tell you about Pa, Dan Savage. We havenât got to him yet, but he was a man to ride the river with, Luke. Best father a boy could have. Hunted with him, fished with him, farmed with him, broke bread with him at my motherâs fine table, with my little sister right by his side every night, adoring him as much as my mother did.â
âNo more, Savage.â
âOh, thereâs a lot more, Luke. Thereâs my pa, and my uncle. Yeah, you killed him, too. And Benâs brother. Maybe heâll tell you about his brother, Leland; we called him Lee. A hell of a guy.â
âPueb . . .â
âWhatâs that, Luke?â
âPueblo,â Luke gasped. âOllie. Goinâ to Pueblo.â
âAh, Pueblo. And, where in Pueblo were you going to meet him?â
âCan . . .â
âCanât hear you, Luke.â
âCantina.â
âWhatâs the name of the cantina, Luke? Hell, weâre almost there. You wonât have to bear the awful pain much longer. Just tell me the name of the cantina.â
Luke convulsed as pain shot through his innards like molten fire. He sucked in a breath and the air stayed in his lungs a long time, as if it was never going to come out.
âRosa,â Luke growled, as if the sand in his throat had turned to gravel. âRosaâs Cantina. On Calle Vaca. Now, do it, Savage. Do what you done promised.â
Ben rode up, leading Johnâs horse. Lightning swept the sky in jagged streaks, the thunder following almost immediately, a great roaring in the sky, a thousand cannons belching at once, cannonballs rolling across the hollow deck of a huge ship and fading into the distance, like the faint echoes of long-ago storms.
Ben had his slicker on, and he held Johnâs in his hand.
âHere you go, John,â Ben said. When John looked up, Ben tossed the wadded raincoat down at John. It landed next to him, in a crumpled heap, like a yellow bird fallen from the sky.
Luke groaned.
John picked up his slicker, stood up. He slid his arms through it and snugged it up.
âNow?â Luke said. âYou goinâ to send me on my way now, Savage? I done told you want you want to know.â
John looked down at Luke. His face bore almost no expression.
âDo you know what penance is, Luke?â
âNo. Just get it over with, will you?â
âPenance is the price you pay for your sins. Thatâs what the preacher told us. Now, thatâs what youâre going to do now. Youâre going to do penance.â
John picked up Lukeâs pistol and tucked it inside his belt.
Then he climbed on his horse.
âYou just going to leave him, Johnny?â Ben said.
âYeah, Ben. I ainât no cold-blooded killer like old Luke there. I shot him in a fair fight, and thatâs as far as Iâll go. This day, anyways.â
âYou know something, Johnny?â
âSomething?â
âYou got all the makings of a real bastard.â
John turned Gent and began to ride away as the first stalks of rain speared through the pine branches, splattering on their slickers. A lightning flash splashed across Lukeâs face, a face frozen in terror. Rain spattered into his mouth and eyes and he tried to sit up. He stretched out a hand as if reaching for something. Something that was no longer there. Then he fell back. There was an ominous rattle in his throat and the breath he expelled was his
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