Louis LAmour - Reillys Luck: A Novel

Contents

Chapter 1

I T WAS DARK and cold, the only light coming from the crack under the ill-fitting door. The boy huddled in the bed, shivered against the cold, listening to the low mutter of voices from the adjoining room.

Outside everything was buried in snow. The window was thick with frost, shutting out what light there might have been. Once he heard boots crunch on the snow as a man walked back from the street.

Suddenly Mas voice lifted, strident and impatient. Ive got no time for the kid! Now you get rid of him! Let one of those farmers have him. They all seem to want kids. Lord knows they have enough of them.

Then Vans voice, quiet, even-tempered as always. Myra, you cant do that! Hes your son. Your own flesh and blood.

Dont be a fool! Theres no place in my life for a kid. After a moment of silence, she added, What kind of a life could I give him? Batting around from cow town to mining camp? Get rid of him, Van. Her voice rose sharply. You get rid of him, or Ill get rid of you.

Is that all it means, then? I knew you were a hard woman, Myra, but I thought I meant more to you than that.

Youre a fool, Van. Without me, youd be cadging for drinks around the saloons. You take him out of here right now, and get rid of him. I dont care how you do it.

The boy tried to huddle into a tighter ball, tried to shut his ears against the voices, to close out the growing terror.

All right, Myra. Ill see to it.

There was a mutter of voices again, and then he heard Ma go out, listened to her retreating steps as she walked along the path toward the street. For a few moments there was silence, then the faint clink of glass in the next room; the door opened, letting a rectangle of light fall upon the bare plank floor.

Val? Are you awake? Weve got to get you dressed.

All right.

Anything was better than the cold bed, but he dreaded going out into the night, and dreaded more whatever was to come. He liked Van, and he trusted him. Sometimes when they talked Van referred to themselves as the two Vs.

Van was slim and tall, with a sort of faded elegance; there was a puffiness around the cheeks, and an ever-present smell of whiskey; but his easy good manners never failed him, and Val admired him for that, and for the stories of his boyhood that he often told Val when Ma was not around. She detested hearing Van talk about anything that had happened before they met, and would not tolerate any mention of his family or the schools he had gone to. His family had been wealthy, and the schools had been good schools.

Van struck a match and lighted the lamp. In the light, the bare room looked even more bleak and empty, even emptier than the rooms on the farm where he had stayed until a few weeks ago.

It had been cold there, too, although there was usually a fire in the fireplace, and the farmer and his wife had been kind. Then the farmers wife had become ill and nobody had any time for Val.

When he was dressed, Van took him into the other room. The boy rubbed his eyes against the stronger light, and then the outer door opened again and Myra came in. She did not look at him or speak to him. All she said was, Get him out of here.

Van shrugged into his buffalo coat, and then he picked up Val and carried him to the door.

There Van hesitated. Hes only four years old, Myra. Cant you?

Get out! her voice was shrill. And close the door after you!

Myra, Ill say hes mine. Nobody will know

Get out.

It was icy cold in the barn. Van saddled his horse, lifted the boy to the saddle, and mounted behind him. He hesitated again, holding the boy to him and waiting while Val wondered when he would start. At last he touched his heels to the horse and they moved out of the barn. Van turned the horse to reach over and push the door shut, then they moved away toward open country.

Wondering, Val snuggled down inside Vans buffalo coat. Why were they going that way? There was nothing out there but open plains, but he trusted Van, and in the warmth against him he closed his eyes.

They had been riding for several minutes when suddenly Van swore, and wrenching the horses head around, he turned back upon their trail. Snow was already covering their tracks, and it was bitterly cold.

Are we going back, Van?

No, Val, we cant go back. At least you cant. Were going visiting.

When the lights of the town could again be seen, Van said, Do you remember Will Reilly! I think youll be staying with him tonight.

Val did remember him, a tall, wide-shouldered young man, not much older than Van, but somehow stronger, more forceful. He was a man who rarely smiled, but when he did his whole face seemed to light up. Val not only remembered him, he liked him. Maybe more than anybody, but he could not have said why that was so.

By the time they reached the hotel Val was chilled to the bone. Not even the heavy buffalo coat could keep out the bitter cold. Van tied the horse to the hitch rail, and carried Val inside to the stairs.

The clerk looked up. Mister, youd better not leave that horse out there. Its forty below.

Ill only be a minute.

They went up the stairs and down the carpeted hall. Van stopped and rapped at the door. When the door opened a wonderful warmth came out.

Will, Ive got to ask a favor.

Will Reilly stepped back and let them come in, closing the door behind them. The chimney from the huge fireplace in the lobby came right through this room, accounting for the heat.

Reilly was in shirtsleeves and vest, and a gold watch-chain draped from pocket to pocket of the vest. What is it, Van? You know Im expected downstairs. Couldnt this wait?

Its the kid, Will. Myra told me to get rid of him. Hes cost her plenty in the past few days, and she told me to get rid of him or not come back.

All right, take my advice and dont go back. If you need a stake Ill give you the stage fare to Denver and enough to make a start.

At what? Thanks, Will, but nono.

Well? What do you want me to do?

Keep the boy until morning, will you? I couldnt think of any other place to take him, and the boy likes you.

What do you think I am, a nurse? All right, put him down on the bed, but you be almighty sure you come back to get him in the morning, dyou hear? Then more quietly he added, Shes a fool. Thats a mighty fine boy there.

Van put Val down on the bed and helped him undress; then he covered him up. The warmth of the room after the cold Montana night made him very sleepy. It seemed as if he had been cold as long as he could remember.

There was a moment or two of subdued talking, then the door closed and Val heard the sound of footsteps going away.

Val opened his eyes and peeked at Will Reilly as the gambler combed his black hair, and buckled on his gun belt and holster. He caught Wills eyes in the mirror and quickly closed his own.

All right, Val. Quit faking. I know youre awake.

Val opened his eyes and Will grinned at him in the mirror. Then Will came over to him and gently ruffled his hair. You go to sleep, boy. Youll be all right here.

Reilly picked up a small holster with a derringer in it and buttoned it at a special place inside his belt. A bit of insurance, Val, boy. We live in a harsh world.

Always give yourself an edge, boy. You may never need it, but it saves a lot of worry. Learn to depend on yourself, and if you expect nothing from anybody else you will never be disappointed.