Sidewinder - 9. Chapter 9 Faith and Angels

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Faith and Angels

Boone slept most of the day, waking only for brief moments before exhaustion pulled him back under. Each time he opened his eyes, Coy was close by, sometimes staring at him, and he recalled drifting up at the feel of the man’s hand on his brow a few times. By evening, he was starving, and woke to the smoky smell and sound of meat frying.

“You staying awake this time?” Coy asked in a soft and weary-sounding voice.

“I… I think so. Hungry.”

“That’s what I wanted to hear,” Coy said as he offered him a cup of water. “Here, drink this.”

Boone did, and asked for more as soon as he was done. Deeps breaths after helped clear the last cobwebs of his deep sleep. “That hit the spot. I feel better.”

“Well enough for rabbit and beans?”

“Sure am. My stomach will be mighty thankful.”

“Want me to help you up? Probably best to be moving about after laying around so many days.”

“And it’s easier to piss standing up,” he said with a chuckle.

Coy helped him with his boots, and Boone smiled at the feel of his gold still there in the toes. A few minutes later, after a satisfying piss, he gingerly walked over to get a look at Daisy and Blue. They were grazing a short distance away from camp with Buttercup and Mouse. Blue’s head came up first, and he gave him a baleful eye before returning to his favorite pastime.

“I owe you, mule, but you’re still a miserable cuss,” he muttered, remembering how Blue had fought him on the night of the storm. Daisy, hearing his voice, trotted over for some attention, and he obliged with a good scratch to her neck and withers. Satisfied, she moved off. Seeing her lifted his spirits. She was a good horse, and he’d have had a hard time if she’d perished in the storm because of his decisions.

Walking back towards camp, he tested his tender shoulder to find the mobility improved. His hip, too, was better, although it still had a powerful ache. Moving around seemed to have helped his head. It hurt, but as long as he kept it steady, it wasn’t so bad. He looked around, taking in a couple of downed trees and wondered whether the storm had been responsible. He turned his attention back to Coy, watching him get their meal ready. He was frying simple biscuits in pork fat, and the smell made Boone’s stomach grumble. It was ready for a solid meal.

“You packed a tent too? Is that our old one?”

Coy glanced over at the stack of supplies. “Yep, that’s it.”

“How come you didn’t set it up?”

The man took the biscuits off the heat, and stood. “You were too sick to be cooped up. You needed the fresh air… Ma always said fever needs the good outside air. I rigged up the piece of canvas I saved from your tent for cover from the sun, though.”

“I… I’m beholden to you for what you did for me, Coy.”

“Yep. I was scared, Boone… damn scared.”

Coy suddenly looked close to breaking down, something Boone hadn’t seen outside of his ma and Will’s deaths. He took notice of the dark circles under his eyes, but stayed quiet while his friend got control.

“Thought you were dead for sure when I found you, and then it seemed like you be slipping away while I watched. Not much I could do but wait… and pray hard you wouldn’t leave me too.”

“You prayed over me?”

“Course I did. Prayed the whole time.”

“Thank you.”

“Don’t thank me, thank Him. Shoulda knowed you were too stubborn to give up.” He snorted and turned away, and Boone saw his arm come up and swipe at his eyes.

Poor Coy. What an ordeal it must have been for the man. What was it he’d said before Boone left? Something about there being a lot of death lately? Yep, too much death. Boone needed to show his friend he was fine now… or would be. He was pretty sure Coy was still keeping constant watch over him while he slept, which would explain the weariness he kept hearing in the man's voice. “Prayers worked, didn’t they?”

“Who’s to say? Maybe God don’t hate me after all.”

The words threw Boone as he stared at the man’s profile. He couldn’t help wondering at the pain poorly hidden behind those words. Coy was never one to feel sorry for himself. “Well… I don’t claim to be an expert on the Lord, but I’m pretty sure he don’t hate good men like you.”

“Kinda hard to tell if you ask me… but Ma always said keeping faith is the hardest work you’ll ever do.”

“Reckon she was right about that. There’s been times I lost mine. Coy? How long ago did you find me?”

Coy slowly turned back his way. “Let me figure… you fought the fever for three days, then slept through another, and now it’s another day, so that would be five days since I drug you up here.”

“Hmm… guess I was really out of it.”

“No wonder… you musta laid on the ground for three… no… closer to four days before I found you. Blue came into my camp as I was fixing some breakfast, well after the storm let up where I was,” he said, looking thoughtful.

“Where was your camp?”

“From here? Hard to say because the river winds so much, and my camp was nowhere near it. I reckoned at the time I was two days behind you, but I reached your campsite—or what was left of it—at nightfall that same day Blue showed up. Must have been catching up to you. Anyways, found you on the third day after we came up on Daisy.”

“Catching up? Why were you—”

“Here, let’s sit on that big ol’ log and eat, unless you want to sit here?”

“Think the log would be better,” Boone answered as he made his way to the long-dead tree.

Coy followed behind him. “Food’s the best medicine, like Ma always said. Need some help?”

“No, I can manage. Near fit as a fiddle thanks to you.” Boone carefully straddled the lower end of the log and eased himself down, trying to show his friend he needn’t worry so much.

“Eat, and then we can talk.” Coy handed him a plate of food, and then got his own and joined him.

The more Boone ate, the hungrier he got, and soon had his plate emptied.

Coy had beaten him, though, and belched as he got up. “Room for more?”

“Hell no. Barely got that last biscuit in me.”

“Let some air out then.”

Boone shook his head and smiled, recollecting the many belching contests they’d had.

Coy, grinning, belched again as he took their tin plates and spoons and headed down to the river, leaving Boone with his thoughts.

A full belly gave him some contentment, but he had questions that needed answering, ones he’d wanted to ask since he’d woke the first time. What was Coy doing following after him? When had he left the mining camp, and why hadn’t he gone on to his family farm? He’d said he could think anywhere, but Boone had expected he would go see the family graves at the least. What changed his mind? Had something happened? But the biggest question might be, should he say nothing and wait for Coy to tell him… or bring it up hisself?

The man had cut him off earlier, like he was uncomfortable with where the conversation was going, and frankly, after near dying, he was just glad his friend was with him again. He supposed answers could wait.

Wanting to go off by himself to maybe find someone to love seemed damnable stupid now. All he’d done was make Coy feel he’d done something wrong when he hadn’t a'tall. He couldn’t help how he felt, just like Boone couldn’t change who he was, but it shouldn’t have meant they couldn’t keep the friendship they’d been lucky enough to find.

He got up and wandered over to the pile of supplies, relieved to see his all his tack piled neatly. Even Blue’s pack saddle sat there. As he stood next to it, he was thrown back into that night… and the terror that followed his dropping down into the dark water. He shuddered, feeling a mite shaken.

“You all right?” Coy asked, suddenly behind him.

Boone turned and saw his concern. The man needed to stop worrying and turn in. “Yep, I am. Thought I was dead for sure in that water… but I’m not. Makes you see things you didn’t before.”

“I suppose. Made me do some thinking too… seeing you grey as gravel with your lips all white like they were. I didn’t expect to see your eyelids move. I was glad, but it scared me bad because I didn’t think you’d last another hour. I expected I’d watch it happen before I even got you moved.”

“I’m sorry, Coy.”

“What for?”

“That you had to go through this. You were right there’s been a lot of death lately. You don’t need to see anymore, that’s for sure.”

“I reckon I’d prefer not to.”

“So why didn’t you go visit your ma’s… the family graves?”

“Didn’t see much point. Ma said she’d always be able to see me from heaven when I wanted to talk… and how she wouldn’t mind leaving her old bones behind for coyotes to gnaw on, because they weren’t good for much else. I reckon if I want to tell her something, I can say it from anywhere, and I have.”

“So you decided to come looking for me?”

“Guess you could say that. It’s easier to think when you got something to do.”

“You said no when I asked you to come.”

“I did, yep." He nodded as he looked away a few seconds. "Changed my mind… something Sheriff Willard said.” His gaze returned, and he looked Boone square in the eye.

“The sheriff? What in tarnation did he have to say?”

“Well… he rode out to see me the day after you left, to tell me the reward came in… brought the old paint with him and said he was going to take Wes’s saddle.”

“That worn out hunk of leather?”

“That’s what he said… told me Paint didn’t like his saddle… I don’t know… he was shooting the breeze, like he just wanted to yammer at someone.”

“So... what did he say that changed your mind?”

Coy took a deep breath. “That if I wasn’t panning no more, I should clear out. Said I was lucky the fever hadn’t got hold of me, and I wasn’t doing myself any good moping about.”

“You were moping?”

“Might have been, yep. He said I looked sadder than a man who just lost his best horse. Said sure enough you looked the same when he saw you.”

Boone raised his eyebrows, but then he nodded. “He weren’t wrong. I made a mistake and I figured out you were right… about me changing cause of the punch. It weren’t fair, and I’m real sorry for it.”

Coy nodded back at him, frowning before looking away. “I made some too.”

“Not like I did. Sheriff Willard is a confounding man, isn’t he? I found myself wondering why he cared so much that I was setting off by my lonesome, but there was no denying it bothered him plenty.”

Coy snorted and met his gaze again. “That man is slick as goose grease. Says a lot more than words when he speaks. Pointed out I had a responsibility to do his friends’ memory justice… that you and I both did… but it seemed like it was more than that. Made me think of how my pa used to talk to my older brothers, like he knew what be best for them.”

Boone nodded, thinking how he hadn’t a clue what fathers did, or how they talked to their sons.

“Anyhow, he talked about how Wes and Lee had a genuine fondness for the pair of us, and I couldn’t go wrong investing in some fine land in the vicinity of a good friend. Said you had the right idea, and I could always sell if I bought the right piece. Mentioned Larkspur, and that's when I cottoned on to his purpose for riding out to the camp,” Coy said with an eyeroll. “He up and left without that saddle he came for.”

Boone laughed… picturing the man. “So he talked you into coming after me.”

Coy gave him an unsure look. “Truth is, I was thinking about it since you left, but I had to get over my pride. Wouldn't say he talked me into nothing, but he surely gave me the boot I needed.”

“So, you do want to farm?”

Coy sighed, but he kept his eyes on Boone's. “I don’t rightly know. Haven’t got that far yet, though I think the sheriff was right about all he said. Wes and Lee ended up giving us a gift that shouldn’t be wasted, so I reckon I’ll have a look see at this land around Larkspur and see how it makes me feel, if’n it’s all right with you?”

“Course it is. I’m glad you came, and not just cause you drug me back from death’s door. It was a pretty lonely life I had afore I met you… you’re my best friend… hell… you’re family, Coy. You’re the only family I got in this whole damn world.”

“You’re the only one left for me too, and you’ve always had my back. I know Ma and Will said some harsh things, but those weren’t never my thoughts. That punch… it was a boy being afeared and stupid. I’d like to think I’ve growed up some since then.”

“I know what it was, and you don’t got to tell me that life is confusing sometimes.”

“Yep… can be for sure.”

It was a bit of an awkward moment, but Boone believed they’d moved beyond the turmoil of the past few weeks and he was thankful for it. “So, was that all the sheriff had to say?”

Coy scoffed. “Not likely… there’s always something more with that man. He said sometimes we have to ponder on what makes us unhappy before we can figure out what makes us happy. That was after he mounted up. Told me you took the trail along the railway line and rode off… like I said, without the saddle. I hollered after him about it, but he just smiled at me and kept riding. He’s a strange fellow, that one. Never met a lawman like Sheriff Willard… but I reckon I kind of don’t mind him. At least he don’t make me shake in my boots anymore,” Coy said with a suddenly wide grin.

Boone returned it. “I guess I don’t mind him either… could even say I like the man, but he still makes me jittery when he looks at me. Suppose he does that to most folks. So then, you and me, we’re going the whole way to Larkspur?”

“Looks like we are, yep.”

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