“It can be a hard life sometimes.”
“You ever done it?”
“Sure,” Cane said. “It’s all we’ve ever done.”
“Where would that be?” Ellsworth asked.
“Georgia mostly. Then Pap died a while back, and we lost the land.”
“How’d you come to lose it?”
“Back taxes mostly,” Cane said. “That’s why we’re going to Canada. We got an uncle lives up there.”
“Canada? That’s quite a ways off, ain’t it?”
“Well, to tell you the truth, I’m not sure. I just know we got to keep heading north.”
Ellsworth settled back and nodded approvingly. At least the boy was honest. He figured that owning up that you didn’t know the location of Canada was just as embarrassing as admitting that you didn’t know the whereabouts of Germany. And having your farm taken away because of back taxes was as bad as losing your life savings to a checkered-suited con man. Maybe even worse. He reckoned they might have quite a bit in common.
“Them your horses?” Ellsworth asked.
“Yes, sir.”
“What’s their names?”
“How’s that?”
“Their names. Even my old mule’s got a name.”
“Right,” Cane said slowly, a slight hesitation in his voice. Of all the questions someone might ask, the old man wanted to know the names of the horses? Shit, Cob was the only one who’d ever called his anything other than “horse,” and he gave his a different handle damn near every day. “Well, this one—”
“Thunder, Lightning, and Hurricane,” Chimney said quickly, pointing to each.
“Buck’s what I call my mule,” said Ellsworth.
Chimney nodded. “That’s a good name for one. We used to have—”
“We can pay,” Cane cut in, trying to get the conversation back on track before his brother said something stupid.
“What?” Eula asked, coming forward in her chair. “What’d you say?”
“I said we can pay.”
“Boys, I hate to turn you down,” Ellsworth started to say, “but we—”
“Hold on a minute,” Eula said, lightly touching his arm to shut him up. All the time Ellsworth had been dozing, she’d been worrying again about how they were going to make it. Everything was tied up in the corn, but, as he kept telling her, with the summer having been so dry, they’d be lucky to get forty bushels an acre. And that was if he could get it all put up by himself. Though she was proud of Eddie for enlisting in the military, he surely couldn’t have picked a worse time. They didn’t even have a calf to sell this year. Perhaps the strangers’ arrival was some sort of sign that the Good Lord hadn’t entirely forsaken them. After all, when was the last time anybody rode in and actually offered them money instead of taking it? Never. “How much?” she asked.
“Oh, I don’t know,” Cane said. “Could you fix us something to eat?”
“Sure, I can cook,” Eula said.
“Well,” he said, scratching his head, “how about twenty a day? Would that be all right?”
Eula’s heart began beating a little faster. “How many days are we talking about?”
“Three, maybe four. Just till Junior’s leg gets better.”
“But, Eula, where are they going to sleep?” Ellsworth asked. “We don’t have—”
“Hold on and let me think for a minute,” she said. Good God, man, she thought to herself, who cares where they sleep? We’re talking about sixty dollars here, maybe more. They could sleep in her bed for that much money. Of course, feeding them would use up a lot of the food she had stored back for winter, but they’d still come out way ahead, even if she had to kill half the chickens. Wait a minute, though. How could she be sure they weren’t just trying to pull one over on a couple of old people? Just looking at them, you wouldn’t think they’d have two nickels to rub together. “Can you pay something in advance?” she finally asked.
Cane pulled a small wad of bills out of his pocket and counted out forty dollars and placed it in her hand. “There’s two days’ worth,” he said.
She glanced down at the money. “It’s not that I don’t trust ye,” she said apologetically, “but we been took before.”
“I understand,” Cane said.
“Well, one of you can stay in our boy’s room, but I’m afraid the other two will have to sleep out in the barn. That’s the best we can do.”
“The barn will be fine for all of us,” said Cane.
“All right then,” Eula said. She stood up then and started into the house, gripping the money tightly. “There’s a well out back if’n you want to wash up. Ells will get you some soap and a lantern. But the first thing I want you to do is bring your brother in the house and let me change that dirty bandage. It’s a wonder he don’t have blood poisoning.”