CHAPTER 4
Along about the middle of July we found ourselves approaching Saint Louis, Missouri. With two days to go the men all looked forward to a short rest while Pop Schramm and I went into the city to visit some people we knew and to arrange for supplies for the next leg of our trip.
The masses of people going west had thinned considerably and we often went for up to a day without seeing or hearing anyone but our own little group.
We had just made camp for the day and I was scouting the area around with Cory Skabelund when we heard shots. Shooting wasn’t new to us, but the trip had so far been relatively quiet and uneventful, only the occasional, far away shot from a hunter to be heard in three months. This was not an “occasional” shot, but heavy firing, and it was not far away. Not nearly far enough.
“Cap’n, hadn’t we oughta see to that?”
“Carefully, Cory. Very carefully. The others will have heard it, too.”
“Sounds like quite some battle, Suh.”
“Sure does. Let’s go slow. You move off to the left through those trees and I’ll ride over this way.”
We moved forward being very cautious. I moved into a shallow wash and several times rode up until I could barely peer over. A scant quarter mile away I came out into a wide shallow basin. Near the middle, and with no cover whatsoever, were a wagon and two large carts all drawn by eight big fine mules. I saw no other animals, but could make out a number of people moving about near the carts. Out around these three men could be seen in the growing light, hiding in the grass. A shot and I found a fourth man because of the smoke, then another near him.
The people with the wagons retuned fire and I watched as two men I hadn’t seen before rushed from one side. One was hit and fell thrashing into the grass as his partner dropped from sight. A long two minutes of silence before the attackers rushed again and another of them fell to the fire from the wagons.
Vance Kelso and Billy Calhoun crept up beside me. “Jim and Bruner are moving around them toward Cory. We heard the shootin’ an’ figured you run into trouble. The rest are guarding camp.”, Billy explained.
Kelso was carefully scanning the area in front of us as he was wont to do. I glanced toward the left and said, “Looks like somebody thought to take what those folks have.” I watched a bit more, noting the fine condition of the animals and equipment. “I’m goin’ to wait until the other boys are in position, then I’m ridin’ down to lend those people a hand. You don’t have to join in unless you feel the need.” I send Cory to meet with Jim and Hans and let them know what we were doing.
Kelso spoke in a near-whisper. “There’s women down there an’ I’d swear I saw a little kid, too.”
“Shoot, Cap’n, I’m in, an’ I ain’t never seen ol’ Vance here pass up a chance to get in a fight.”
As the morning grew lighter we were able to see four more men hidden in the grass and brush.
“Pick your targets, boys. I’ll take the two on the right.” We opened up and dropped three men right off. I vaulted to the saddle and we rode over the rim at a charge. A man turned and fired from the ground, missed and was ridden down as we went through them at a run. I saw Calhoun on my right, riding hard and firing as he went. I knew Kelso was beyond him. From the far left, Jim Deal, Skabelund, and little Hans Bruner broke from the trees and hit the ambushers on that flank. The men gave it up and ran for cover of a draw and their horses. We rode over the area and found six that we had killed, including the one who had been run down by a horse, and four killed by the folks with the carts. We estimated eight to ten had escaped. Before riding up to the wagons we pulled back a ways and reloaded our guns, checked out animals and each other, and caught our breath.
A man cautiously walked out from the wagons and Jim and I rode down to meet him. The others followed at a short distance. As I got closer I could see that he was a young black man, maybe twenty-five years old. He was wearing worn clothing that was carefully cleaned and expertly mended, and he carried a sporting rifle of the finest type.
“Mister, you came at just the right time, and we want to thank you.”
From behind me I heard Vance Kelso’s voice. “Hell, it’s a nigger. A whole passle of niggers. I wouldn’t‘ve move in on these fellers if I’da knowd they was shootin’ at…”
‘Shut up, Kelso!” Deal had spoken before I could
“You tellin’ me to shut up?”
I spoke without taking my eyes off of the black man in front of me. “Vance, I’m tellin’ you to shut up. These folks needed help. We helped. I’ll see no one ambushed for their belongin’s.” I spoke to the man standing in the grass. “Are you folks okay?”
“We got a man took a bullet, but my Mam is a fair hand at doctorin’ folks. We’ll be fine.”
“Well, Deal here’s a doctor. If you need help, say so.”
“No, Sir. Thanks, anyway, but we’re alright.” The young Negro looked uncomfortable. “Look, Mister, I don’t want to seem ungrateful for what you did, but we have no reason to trust white folks. This isn’t the first time we’ve been set upon. I hate to return your help this way, but we’d be a sight more comfortable if you would leave now.”
Kelso’s face grew dark, his eyes narrowed down, and his hands moved back to hang above his guns. “Boy, you mind you place now! We just saved your bacon.” His voice grew softer. “Maybe we should take what you got. Your women, too.”
I turned my horse in front of Vance’s. “That’s enough, Kelso. You can shut up or leave, but I’ll hear no more of that talk.” His eyes burned into mine, but he quieted down.
The man on the ground spoke softly to me. “You seem to be in charge here, Mister, but if your man wants to try to take our women or property, well Sir, we’ll just see if he can do it.” I noticed that the rifle was ready as it could be. I also knew that Kelso could beat the drop and kill the man if he chose.
“No need for that, friend. We’re leaving. If you need Deal, send someone. We’re yonder a quarter mile.”
We turned and rode away without looking back.
Kelso was surly and dark, practicing with his guns for more than an hour. Later, as we ate, he started in on me. “Cap’n, why’d you take up for them niggers? They ain’t no good for nothin’ now. We can’t own ‘em, can’t work ‘em, an’ they ain’t good for nothin’ else.”
I sat back and looked at the boy while I chewed my bread. Finally I swallowed and said, “They’re people, Kelso, and they’ve never had a chance to show what they are able to do, what they can be.”
“Naw, they’re like a horse. They need a master to tell ‘em what to do an’ how to do it. They need to be harnessed an’ worked, an’ once in a while, whipped to get the most out of ‘em. They need somebody to take care of ‘em to keep ‘em from starvin’. God didn’t intend it to be no other way!”
I looked up at the pale eyes of Kelso and saw a light that I’d not noticed before. “Kelso, I never met anyone that God had told what his intentions are. You don’t seem like the sort of man god would have talked to about the matter.”
He turned and started to walk away, stopped and turned back. “Don’t you talk down to me, Cavannaugh! I won’t stand for it!”
I lost my temper. “You won’t stand for it?” Kelso, I was elected to lead this group. If you don’t like it, call for another election and I’ll step aside if the group changes their mind, but until that time, I’m in charge. We don’t need any more enemies than we have out her, black, white, brown, or red. You’ll hold your tongue and cause no more trouble, or you’ll answer to me. Do you understand me?”
He stepped forward until his face was inches from mine. “I don’t answer to NOBODY! Not to you or any other man, ever! If you think I will, you just try to make me. You’re wearin’ a gun. Just stand up here an’ we’ll see do I answer to you.”
There it was. It had been building for weeks. Kelso had been going bad right in front of me, but I hadn’t seen it, not for sure. Maybe I hadn’t wanted to see it.
I sat on a log with my tin plate on my knees, a cup in my left hand and a fork in my right. My rifle leaned against the log near my right side. I carefully set the cup down, put the knife and plate next to it, and carefully stood up. As I came erect I caught the rifle by the barrel and threw it at his face. His hands came up reflexively to block the gun and I hit him under the heart with all my power. He folded forward and I clubbed a hard left to his exposed cheek, then another to his ear. He fell to his knees, his hands clawing automatically for his guns. Jim stepped behind him and slipped the guns from their holsters and lifted Kelso to his feet. The others had gathered around and stood waiting.
“Kelso, gather your gear and get out. Jim, see he gets his share of everything before he goes. We don’t need you any more, Vance. You have a problem that we don’t need and can’t tolerate.”
“Give me back my guns, you son of a bitch!” Vance Kelso was furious. “You done that so’d you wouldn’t have to face me. You know I’m better than you. You know I can take you. Give me back my guns.”
“You can have your guns when you leave, Kelso. Not before. And Vance, don’t you ever call me again. I’ll kill you, Vance. I’ve seen you draw and we’re about even, but I’d kill you. I wouldn’t give you any kind of a chance at all. Take your stuff and get out!”
Within minutes he’d taken his horse and one other, and his share of our supplies, riding off to the south. Everyone took a second to look at me before retuning to what they had been doing. Pop Schramm walked over and stood easily, lighting his pipe.
“You done right, frank. The others think so, too. The boy had gone bad on us someplace back along the way.” He stood puffing quietly for several minutes before saying anything else.
“I think, though, you’re gonna wish you’d ‘ve killed him someday. He’ll remember the fist an’ the shame an’d the challenge, an’ it’ll eat away at him until he has to do something about it. He’ll come for you, Frank. You’ll still have it to do, soon or late, you’ll still have to kill him.”