Trail Of the Apache and Other Stories (1951) Read Online Free PDF Page B

watched the outline of the mountain in the fading light. Now why the devil did he want to bring us here? He spoke to himself more than to anyone else.
    Fry bit off a chew, packing it into his cheek with his tongue. He mumbled, You've had more luck figurin' the 'Paches than anyone else. You tell me.
    I can't tell you anything, Barney, but I guess one thing's sure. We're going to play Pillo's game just a little longer. He looked up over Fry's shoulder toward the group of scouts. They sat in a semicircle.
    All wore breechcloths, long moccasins rolled just below the knees, and red calico bands around jetblack hair. Only their different-colored shirts distinguished them. Ningun wore a blue, cast-off army shirt. A leather belt studded with cartridges crossed it over one shoulder. Travisin beckoned to him. Hey, Ningun. Aqu+!
    The Apache squatted next to them silently as Travisin began to draw a map in a bare portion of ground with his stick. Here's where we are and here's that mountain yonder, he indicated, draw-Trail of the Apache ing a circle in the earth. Now you two get together and tell me what's up there and what's in between.
    He handed the stick to Fry. And talk fast; it's getting dark.
    Not more than an hour later the sun was well behind the western rim of the Basin. The plan had been laid. Travisin and Ningun gave their revolving pistols a last inspection and strode off casually into the darkness of the valley. It struck de Both that they might have been going for an after-dinner stroll.
    They kept to the shadows of the trees and rocks as much as possible, Travisin a few steps behind the Apache, who would never walk more than twenty paces without stopping for what seemed like minutes. And then they would go on after the silence settled and began to sing in their ears. Travisin muttered under his breath at the full moon that splashed its soft light on open areas they had to cross. Ningun would walk slowly to the thinnest reaches of the shadows and then dart across the strips of moonlight. For a few seconds he would be only a dark blur in the moonlight and then would disappear into the next shadow. Travisin was never more than ten paces behind him. Soon they were out of the valley ascending the pine-dotted hill. The sand was soft and loose underfoot, mufn1/4eing their footsteps, but they went on slowly, making sure of each step. In the silence, a dislodged stone would be like a trumpet blast.
    On the crest of the hill, Travisin looked back across the valley. The shadowy bulk of the ridge they had left earlier showed in the moonlight, but there was no sign of life on the shoulder. He had not expected to see any, but there was always the young officer. It took more than one patrol to learn about survival in Apache country.
    They made their way down the side of the slope into a rugged country of twisting rock formations and wild clumps of desert growth. The mountain loomed much closer now, a gigantic patch of soft gray streaking down from its peak where the moonlight pressed against it. At first, they progressed much slower than before, for the irregular ground rose and fell away without warning; g rotesque desert trees and scattered boulders limited their vision to never more than fifty feet ahead.
    Though at a slower pace, Ningun went ahead with an assurance that he knew where he was going.
    Soon they reached a level, bare stretch that seemed to extend into the darkness without end.
    Ningun changed his direction to the right for a good five hundred yards, and then turned back toward the mountain and the bare expanse of desert leading toward it. He beckoned to Travisin and slid down the crumbly bank of an arroyo that led out into the desert. In five months it would be a rush-Trail of the Apache ing stream, carrying the rain that washed down from the mountain. Now it was a dark path offering a stingy protection up to the door of Pillo's stronghold.
    They followed the erratic, weaving course of the arroyo until it turned sharply,