The Complete Western Stories of Elmore Leonard - Elmore Leonard [4]
His fellow officers back at Fort Thomas had eagerly informed de Both of the character of the formidable Captain Travisin. In fact, they painted a picture of him with bold, harsh strokes, watching the young lieutenant’s face intently to enjoy the mixed emotions that showed so obviously. But even with the exaggerated tales of the officers’ mess, de Both could not help learning that this unusual Indian agent was still the best army officer on the frontier. Three months out of the Point, he was only too eager to serve under the best.
Leading his troop across the square, he scanned the ragged line of men in front of the office and on the ramada. All were armed, and all stared at the approaching column as if it were bringing cholera instead of sixteen unarmed Indians. He halted the column and dismounted in front of the tall, thin man in the center. The lieutenant inspected the man’s faded blue chambray shirt and gray trousers, and unconsciously adjusted his own blue jacket.
“My man, would you kindly inform the captain that Lieutenant de Both is reporting? I shall present my orders to him.” The lieutenant was brushing trail dust from his sleeve as he spoke.
Travisin stood with hands on hips looking at de Both. He shook his head faintly, without speaking, and began to twist one end of his dragoon mustache. Then he nodded to the foremost of the Chiricahuas and turned to Barney Fry.
“Barney, that’s Pillo, isn’t it?”
“Ain’t nobody else,” the scout said matter-of-factly. “And the skinny buck on the paint is Asesino, his son-in-law.”
Travisin turned his attention to the bewildered lieutenant. “Well, mister, ordinarily I’d play games with you for a while, but under the circumstances, when you bring along company like that, we’d better get down to the business at hand without the monkeyshines. Fry, take care of our guests. Lieutenant, you come with me.” He turned abruptly and entered the office.
Inside, de Both pulled out a folded sheet of paper and handed it to Travisin. The captain sat back, propped his boots on the desk and read the orders slowly. When he was through, he shook his head and silently cursed the stupidity of men trying to control a powder-keg situation two thousand miles from the likely explosion. He read the orders again to be certain that the content was as illogical as it seemed.
HEADQUARTERS, DEPARTMENT OF ARIZONA
IN THE FIELD, FORT THOMAS, ARIZONA
August 30, 1880
E. M. Travisin. Capt. 5th Cav. Reg.
Camp Gila Subagency
Camp Gila, Arizona
You are hereby directed, by order of the Department of the Interior, Bureau of Indian Affairs, to place Pillo and the remnants of his band (numbering fifteen) on the Camp Gila White Mountain reservation. The Bureau compliments you on the remarkable job you are doing and has confidence that the sixteen hostile Chiricahuas, placed in your charge, will profit by the example of their White Mountain brothers and become peaceful farmers.
The bearer, Second Lieutenant William de Both, is, as of this writing, assigned to Camp Gila as second in command. Take him under your wing, Eric; he’s young, but I think he will make a good officer.
EMON COLLIER
BRIGADIER GENERAL COMMANDING
He looked up at the lieutenant, who was gazing about the bare room, taking in the table, the rolltop desk along the back wall, the rifle rack and three straight chairs. De Both looked no more than twenty-one or -two, pink-cheeked, neat, every inch a West Point gentleman. But already, after only three months on the frontier, his face was beginning to lose that expression of anticipated adventure, the young officer’s