"No, I didn't think you would," he said. "So stay in here until noontime, then I'll let you in the house to get cleaned up for the main event. "
"What about breakfast?"
"You don't get any. "
"But I'm hungry. "
"So eat the horse food. Turns out there's bags and bags of it, after all. "
He went back to the kitchen and found the maid brewing coffee and heating a skillet.
"Pancakes," she said. "And that will have to do. They'll want a big lunch, so that's where my morning is going. "
"Pancakes are fine," he said.
He walked on into the silent parlor and listened for sounds from above. Ellie and Carmen should be moving around somewhere. But he couldn't hear anything. He tried to map the house in his head, but the layout was too bizarre. Clearly it had started out a substantial ranch house, and then random additions had been made whenever necessary. Overall, there was no coherence to it.
The maid came in with a stack of plates. Four of them, with four sets of silverware and four paper napkins piled on top.
"I assume you're eating in here," she said.
Reacher nodded. "But Bobby isn't. He's staying in the barn. "
"Why?"
"I think a horse is sick. "
The maid dumped the stack of plates and slid one out, leaving three of everything.
"So I'll have to carry it down to him, I guess," she said, irritated.
"I'll take it," Reacher said. "You're very busy. "
He followed her back to the kitchen and she piled the first four pancakes off the skillet onto a plate. Added a little butter and maple syrup. Reacher wrapped a knife and a fork into a napkin and picked up the plate and walked back out into the heat. He found Bobby where he had left him. He was sitting up, doing nothing.
"What's this?" he said.
"Breakfast," Reacher said. "I had a change of heart. Because you're going to do something for me. "
"Yeah, what?"
"There's going to be some kind of a big lunch, for Sloop getting back. "
Bobby nodded. "I expect so. "
"You're going to invite me. As your guest. Like I'm you're big buddy. "
"I am?"
"Sure you are. If you want these pancakes, and if you want to walk without sticks the rest of your life. "
Bobby went quiet.
"Dinner, too," Reacher said. "You understand?"
"Her husband's coming home, for God's sake," Bobby said. "It's over, right?"
"You're jumping to conclusions, Bobby. I've got no particular interest in Carmen. I just want to get next to Sloop. I need to talk to him. "
"About what?"
"Just do it, O. K. ?"
Bobby shrugged.
"Whatever," he said.
Reacher handed him the plate of pancakes and headed for the house again.
Carmen and Ellie were sitting side by side at the table. Ellie's hair was wet from the shower and she was in a yellow seersucker dress.
"My daddy's coming home today," she said. "He's on his way, right now. "
Reacher nodded. "I heard that. "
"I thought it was going to be tomorrow. But it's today. "
Carmen was looking at the wall, saying nothing. The maid brought pancakes in on a platter. She served them out, two for the kid, three for Carmen, four for Reacher. Then she took the platter away and went back to the kitchen.
"I was going to stay home from school tomorrow," Ellie said. "Can I still?"
Carmen said nothing.
"Mom? Can I still?"
Carmen turned and looked at Reacher, like he had spoken. Her face was blank. It reminded him of a guy he had known who had gone to the eye doctor. He had been having trouble reading fine print. The eye doctor spotted a tumor in the retina. Made arrangements there and then for him to have the eye removed the next day. Then the guy had sat around knowing that tomorrow he was going into the hospital with two eyes and coming back out with one. The certainty had burned him up. The anticipation. The dread. Much worse than a split-second accident with the same result.
"Mommy? Can I?" Ellie asked again.
"I guess," Carmen said. "What?"
"Mommy, you're not listening. Are you excited too?"
"Yes," Carmen said.
"So can I?"
"Yes," Carmen said again.
Ellie turned to her food and ate it like she was starving. Reacher picked at his, watching Carmen. She ate nothing.
"I'm going to see my pony now," Ellie said.
She scrambled off her chair and ran out of the room like a miniature whirlwind. Reacher heard the front door open and close and the thump of her shoes on the porch steps. He finished his breakfast while Carmen held her fork in midair, like she was uncertain what to do with it, like she had never seen one before.
"Will you talk to him?" she asked.
"Sure," he said.
"I think he needs to know it's not a secret anymore. "
"I agree. "
"Will you look at him? When you're talking to him?"
"I guess so," he said.
"Good. You should. Because you've got gunfighter's eyes. Maybe like Clay Allison had. You should let him see them. Let him see what's coming. "
"We've been through all of that," he said.
"I know," she answered.
Then she went off alone and Reacher set about killing time. It felt like waiting for an air raid. He walked out onto the porch and looked across the yard at the road where it came in from the north. He followed it with his eyes to where the red picket fence finished, and beyond that to where it disappeared over the curve of the earth. The air was still clear with morning and there was no mirage over the blacktop. It was just a dusty ribbon framed by the limestone ledge to the west and the power lines to the east.
He turned back and sat down on the porch swing. The chains creaked under his weight. He settled sideways, facing the ranch gate, one leg up and the other on the floor. Then he did what most soldiers do when they're waiting for action. He went to sleep.
* * *
Carmen woke him maybe an hour later. She touched him on the shoulder and he opened his eyes and saw her standing over him. She had changed her clothes. Now she was in pressed blue jeans and a checked shirt. She was wearing boots made out of lizard skin. A belt to match. Her hair was tied back and she had made up her face with pale powder and blue eye shadow.
"I changed my mind," she said. "I don't want you to talk to him. Not yet. "
"Why not?"
"It might set him off. If he knows somebody else knows. "
"You didn't think that before. "
"I thought it over again. I think it might be worse, if we start out like that. It's better coming from me. At least at first. "
"You
sure?"
She nodded. "Let me talk to him, the first time. "
"When?"
"Tonight," she said. "I'll tell you tomorrow how it went. "
He sat up, with both feet on the ground.
"You were pretty sure you'd have a busted nose tomorrow," he said.
"I think this is best," she said.
"Why did you change your clothes?"
"These are better," she said. "I don't want to provoke him. "
"You look like a cowgirl, born in Amarillo. "
"He likes me like this. "
"And dressing like who you are would provoke him?"
She made a face. A defeated face, he thought.
"Don't chicken out, Carmen," he said. "Stand and fight instead. "
"I will," she said. "Tonight. I'll tell him I'm not going to take it anymore. "
He said nothing.
"So don't talk to him today, O. K. ?" she said.
He looked away.
"It's your call," he said.
"It's better this way. "
She went back into the house. Reacher stared north at the road. Sitting down, he could see a mile less of it. The heat was up, and the shimmer was starting.
She woke him again after another hour. The clothes were the same, but she had removed the makeup.
"You think I'm doing this wrong," she said.
He sat up and rubbed both hands over his face, like he was washing.
"I think it would be better out in the open," he said. "He should know somebody else knows. If not me, then his family, maybe. "
"I can't tell them. "
"No, I guess you can't. "
"So what should I do?"
"You should let me talk to him. "
"Not right away. It would be worse. Promise me you won't. "
He nodded.
"It's your call," he said. "But you promise me something, O. K. ? Talk to him yourself, tonight. For sure. And if he starts anything, get out of the room and just scream your head off until we all come running. Scream the place down. Demand the cops. Shout for help. It'll embarrass him. It'll change the dynamic. "
"You think?"
"He can't pretend it isn't happening, not if everybody hears you. "
"He'll deny it. He'll say I was just having a nightmare. "
"But deep inside, he'll know we know. "
She said nothing.
"Promise me, Carmen," he said. "Or I'll talk to him first. "
She was quiet for a moment.
"O. K. , I promise you," she said.
He settled back on the swing and tried to doze another hour. But his internal clock was telling him the time was getting near. The way he remembered the maps of Texas, Abilene was probably less than seven hours from Echo County. Probably nearer six, for a driver who was a DA and therefore a part of the law enforcement community and therefore relatively unconcerned about speeding tickets. So assuming Sloop got out at seven without any delay, they could be home by one o'clock. And he probably would get out without any delay, because a minimum-security federal facility wouldn't have a whole lot of complicated procedures. They'd just make a check mark on a clipboard and cut him loose.
He guessed it was nearly twelve and looked at his watch to confirm it. It was one minute past. He saw Bobby come out of the horse barn and start up the track past the car barn. He was carrying his breakfast plate, blinking in the sun, walking like his limbs were stiff. He crossed the yard and stepped up on the porch. Said nothing. Just walked on into the house and closed the door behind him.
About twelve-thirty, Ellie came wandering up from the direction of the corrals. Her yellow dress was all covered in dirt and sand. Her hair was matted with it and her skin was flushed from the heat.
"I've been jumping," she said. "I pretend I'm a horse and I go around and around the jumps as fast as I can. "
"Come here," Reacher said.
She stood close and he dusted her down, brushing the sand and the dirt to the floor with his palm.
"Maybe you should go shower again," he said. "Get your hair clean. "
"Why?"
"So you look nice, for your daddy getting home. "
She thought about it, with intense concentration.
"O. K. ," she said.
"Be quick. "
She looked at him for a moment, and then she turned and ran into the house.
At a quarter to one, Bobby came outside. He was clean and dressed in fresh jeans and a new T-shirt. He had alligator boots on his feet. They had silver accents at the toe. He was wearing another red ball cap. It was backward on his head, and it had a flash on the side reading Division Series 1999.
"They lost, right?" Reacher said.
"Who?"
"The Texas Rangers. In the 1999 Division Series. To the Yankees. "
"So?"
"So nothing, Bobby. "
Then the door opened again and Carmen and Ellie came out together. Carmen was still in the cowgirl outfit. She had the makeup on again. Ellie was still in the yellow seersucker. Her hair was wet and tied back into a ponytail with a ribbon. Carmen was holding her hand and staggering slightly, like her knees were weak.
Reacher stood up and gestured that she should sit down. Ellie climbed up and sat next to her. Nobody spoke. Reacher stepped to the porch rail and watched the road. He could see all the way to where the power lines disappeared in the haze. Maybe five miles north. Maybe ten. It was hard to be certain.
He was deep in the shadow of the porch, and the world was hot and white in front of him. He saw the dust cloud right at the extremity of his vision. It smudged in the haze and hung and drifted east, like a faint desert breeze was catching it and pushing it over toward Greer land. It grew until he could make out its shape. It was a long yellow teardrop of dust, rising and falling, dodging left and right with the curves of the road. It grew to a mile long, and many generations of it bloomed and dissipated before it came close enough for him to see the lime green Lincoln at its head. It came up over a contour in the road and shimmered through the haze and slowed where the barbed wire gave way to the red picket fence. It looked dusty and tired and travel-stained. It braked hard close to the gate and the front end squatted as the suspension compressed. It turned in sharply. The cone of dust behind it drifted straight on south, like it had been outwitted by the abrupt change of direction.
There was a crunch of dirt and gravel and the sun flashed once in the windshield as the car came through its turn, and then three figures were clearly visible inside. Hack Walker was at the wheel. Rusty Greer was in the back seat. And there was a large pale man in the front. He had short fair hair and a plain blue shirt. He was craning his neck, looking around, smiling broadly. Sloop Greer, arriving home.