The Mob Invasion Fails
After our visit to Sandpoint to recruit assistance from the Nez Perce, Marsha and the Youngblood women made their way to the Cooper Ranch in good time two days later. When they arrived, I was behind the barn, learning about packing from Joel. I had my used trail clothes on and looked the part.
Meg gazed at me from twenty feet. "Look, Mom, they've hired a wrangler to go with us."
I sauntered over and stuck out my hand. "Mighty pleased to meet you, Ma'am. You look ready for the trail yourself."
She grabbed me in a tight hug. "Scott Thurston, you big faker!"
Marsha, Kate and Ellie were standing together, laughing. "You tell 'em, girl."
The new arrivals were instructed to sit on the porch while refreshments were delivered. After gossip was exchanged, Joel said, "Scott and I think a visible trip to town in the morning is needed. Introductions at the store will get around quickly. Folks here are pretty enlightened about the Nez Perce, but it certainly didn't used to be that way. There is a community dance tomorrow night, and we should all go. Dancing and introductions and maybe meeting the Harrisons."
Payette Hardware was a lot more than hardware, being a gathering spot for the whole town, especially since the owner's daughter, Penny, had installed a fancy espresso machine in a spare corner, and satisfied most varieties of caffeine addiction. Joel took us down a line of folks on stools, introducing everyone and announcing our group was headed into the back country for a few day's relaxation. There were pleasant hellos and curious looks. The duds from the store across the street seemed to help. The eyes said we didn't look like total greenhorns, especially with two attractive and professional looking Indian women with us.
After an easy forty-five minutes, Joel led the way out, saying he thought the Sheriff could rest easy with Ellie in charge of the trip.
She told Meg and Marsha to sit in front while she had words about the trip with me in the back. Words turned out to be Ellie's firm behind in my lap and her hands wagging my head around by the ears.
"Now, you listen to me, engineer. Once we are on the horses, there is only one person in charge. Do you know who that is?"
I tried to answer, but her tongue was licking here and there, and the bulge underneath her was growing. I finally gasped out, "Ellie, there is no doubt in my mind that you are in charge of the trip!"
Joel was keeping his eyes straight ahead, but the other two heads were pressed together and giggling over the seat back. "He needs more instruction, Mom."
This time the lips fell quickly to mine and the whispery voice said, "You and I are NOT getting it on. This is all there is. Do you understand? No fooling around in the meadows."
I tightened my hold across her chest, licking the curve of her shoulder where it met her neck. She shook in my arms. "No fooling around and no bullet holes in anybody."
Joel heard that and turned, "No bullet holes. Maybe we should have a little rifle and small arms practice before you go. Folks aren't keen on hearing guns go off on the trail out of hunting season. We can line up some bales in the barn."
When we got back, the three women went to the barn for an animal check while Joel and I relaxed on the porch. "Let's talk about communications. A pack trip wouldn't be expected to use their phones much, so we should work out a few code words and think about special situations. Do you want me to stick around until the new gear arrives?"
"Actually, Scott, I think it's better if Mark's helper and I do most of the setup while you are away. If they have any surveillance on this place, you won't be connected to whatever they suspect."
"Heading out to the west is away from the Harrison's place. Are we doing this in two installments, one west and one east?"
"Why don't you take grub for three nights? That should get you saddlesore and trailwise. See if you can move around at night without making noise. Give your girl some loving. We'll get security tightened up here and keep an eye on the Harrisons. Come back in a few days and we will regroup."
"Sounds like a plan, Joel. I like the way you think."
Two mornings later, we were on the trail early. The animals weren't used to riders and loads, and we weren't used to trail riding. There were low voiced grumps until Ellie spoke up, "We are on the trail on a perfect day. We're taking it easy to get the kinks worked out. I don't want to hear any complaining."
I thought about Joel's suggestion to give my girl some loving. Marsha was sitting her horse very well, right ahead of me. Meg was just behind, providing commentary on my poor horse posture. I mumbled, "I'm going to get you..."
"I hope so," she shot back. The smirky smile invited trouble. How was I supposed to protect the virtue of a tramp? A lithe woman who sat her horse like she was born to it? A little voice reminded me why I had a pistol in my lunchpack. The Harrison crowd would shoot an Indian as quick as an Anglo.
The farther west we traveled, the better I felt. There was an easy, dusty rhythm to the trail. Two hundred years ago, Nez Perce guides navigated the bluffs of the Snake to the west of us with white fur traders. Ellie had a practiced eye for vantage points from which to keep an eye on our rear. We stopped to water the horses and ourselves. She came up to me and asked what kind of pursuit we expected.
"I don't suppose we do, actually. But working for Mark, you are expected to expect the unexpected."
She smiled and slapped my cheek. "Scott, you are sounding more like a CIA agent every day."
Meg and Marsha squeezed me. "Cowboy, are you protecting us?" Their bodies felt good in my arms.
"Well, what I was thinking isn't exactly protection..."
"Oh, you!" My head took more blows as the horses nickered, wanting to know what was going on.
A little after noon, Ellie found a creek bottom under trees with a trickle of water left. Enough for the animals. Good enough for us after going through a filter.
Sitting quietly with our sandwiches, we looked up as hooves approached rapidly. It was Joel.
"Hello, folks, sorry to intrude, but you need to return with me. We've got developments to deal with."
We mounted as he said, "Can't explain while we are riding on the trail. Mark said he would be at the ranch by nightfall, and fill us in."
Meg's voice behind me said, "Sorry for the teasing, Scott. I'm glad you are with us." I dropped back for a moment and squeezed her shoulder, "And I'm glad you are with us. You proved that at Sandpoint."
Her dark eyes flashed in appreciation and an arrow went right through me. Damn.