Mr. Rand himself, of course, but the hangers-on.â
âLike Ross Calisher?â
âOf course. She was the one who sweet-talked poor Joe into moving up to the ranch where heâd be closer to Calisher. She wanted him to learn rodeoing from Calisher. I kept telling him he could learn it just as well down here.â
âI knew Calisher was a big-time rodeo cowboy, but was he still doing it?â
âHeâd broken a few too many bones to stay active at it, but you never saw the man but he wasnât surrounded by an adoring pack of would-be apprentices. Some of them were fairly accomplished, I believe; certainly it was impossible for a boy like Joe to get anywhere near himâthere was too much cracker jack competition. The place was rather like a thoroughbred racing stable the way it kept turning out rodeo competitors. Iâm sure thatâs why Rand hired Calisher in the first place. To him it was like buying a champion stud horseâand I assure you thatâs more than a loose analogy.â
Watchman nodded. âCalisher was fast with the ladies.â
âThe place festered With it,â LaSalle said obscurely. âAffairs all over the place, I understandâclandestine types in the bushes every night. The place had a rancid reputation, you know. Iâm not sure if it still does. But I swan, the talk you heard ⦠Naturally it was just the place to attract a woman like Maria Poinsenay.â
âThey tell me she was having an affair with Calisherâ thatâs why Joe shot him.â
âI warned him not to move there. You could see that sort of thing was in the cards. Loose morals, violence, a brazen crowd ⦠it was inevitable. The atmosphere made it nearly impossible to avoid that sort of thing. They were all having affairs. Randâs own wife was having an affair with that lawyer, Kendrick.â
âKendrick? I thought he wasnât on speaking terms with Rand.â
âWhen has that ever prevented such things from happening? She divorced Rand, you knowâsheâs married to Kendrick now.â
âWhen did that happen?â
âI donât know, several years ago.â
âBefore or after Calisher died?â
âIâm sure I couldnât tell you.â
LaSalle had a vivid imagination fueled by the excitement of forbiden fantasies. He was typical of a good many missionaries Beneath his theatricality was a curious undercurrent of fearâperhaps an unhappy fear that his own failures were too obvious.
âIf he came back here,â Watchman said after a bit, âwhere would he go?â
âTo hide, you mean. Well Iâm sure I couldnât say. Of course there are a lot of shirttail relationsâthe clan structures being what they are. He has a sister here, you might try there.â
âI plan to. Did he have any close friends his own age?â
âNot many who are still here. The younger ones tend to drift away. The old women are constantly complaining about it, how the young men have forgotten how to carry baskets for their relatives. Itâs only a saying, of course, but it holds a great deal of meaning.â
âI know.â
âMore than half the young people move off the reservations nowadays. They work in non-Indian jobs.â
Watchman was one of those; he didnât press the point. âHis wifeâs family is still down on the San Carlos, is that right?â
âI suppose so. I doubt theyâd be much help to you. They werenât on good terms. At any rate an Apache isnât allowed to talk to his mother-in-law except through an intermediaryâhe must avoid her, never be in the same house or even be caught looking at her. They still keep these customs, you know, even though we keep trying to enlighten them.â
Watchman covered a smile. It was becoming more apparent that LaSalle didnât realize he was an Indian. Perhaps he was so accustomed to looking at
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