David Robbins - Memphis Run

Did you see that? the girl asked.

See what? responded the lean man in buckskins. His keen blue eyes scanned the lush foliage ahead as his hands dropped to the pearl-handled Colt Python revolvers strapped around his narrow waist. The westerly breeze stirred his blond hair.

I saw something, the girl insisted.

Frowning, his sweeping blond mustache curling downward, the gunman took several strides in front of the child. What was it? Another blasted mutant?

I dont know.

Im gettin fed up with havin to blow a mutant away every fifty miles or so, the gunman commented.

I dont think it was a mutant, the girl said. It looked like a man.

Are you sure, Chastity?

The girl walked up to the gunman and tugged on his right pants leg.

Would I lie to you. Daddy? She wore a blue jump suit in need of a thorough washing. Her shoulder-length blonde hair framed a face of angelic innocence, and her blue eyes looked at the man accusingly.

No, princess. I reckon you wouldnt, the gunman admitted. How far away was this varmint?

There, Chastity said, pointing at a cluster of trees a hundred yards distant.

Something wrong, Hickok? inquired a newcomer behind them in a deep, resonant voice.

Or is it time for another potty break, Daddy? added another man with a hint of humor in his tone.

Hickok turned and stared critically at the second speaker, a small, wiry man dressed all in black with a katana scabbard aligned under his belt on his left hip and the corner of a brown pouch visible behind his right hip.

His black attire complemented his dark hair and eyes. Are you makin fun of me, Rikki? Hickok demanded.

The Familys supreme martial artist kept a straight face. Would I stoop to teasing you? The code of Bushido does not permit a perfected swordmaster to indulge in sarcasm.

Hickok made a snorting noise. If words were bull manure, Id be in it up to my waist! Youre worse than that mangy Injun.

What mangy Injun? Chastity interjected.

The gunman gazed down at her. One of my best buddies is an Indian named Geronimo. Hes a Warrior, just like me.

Chastity nodded. Oh. Thats right. Youve talked about him before. You must like him a lot.

For a six-year-old, youre pretty sharp, Hickok remarked. Then he sighed. Yeah. I miss Geronimo heaps. But dont ever tell him that.

Why not? Chastity questioned.

I dont want him to think Im gettin mushy in my old age, Hickok said.

Youre not old, Chastity insisted.

The fourth member of their quartet cleared his throat. If you dont mind, Id like to keep moving unless there was a reason for stopping.

Hickok faced the man with the deep voice, a towering giant whose bulging muscles served as a visible testimony to his prodigious strength.

Chastity saw something or someone up yonder, he reported.

Why didnt you say so? asked the titan, a seven-foot colossus attired in a black leather vest, green fatigue pants, and black combat boots.

Suspended from his belt on each hip was a Bowie knife in a brown sheath.

His gray eyes narrowed and he ran his right hand through his dark, windblown hair. He scrutinized the terrain in their path, then looked at the girl. What did you see?

A man, I think. He went from tree to tree, she answered, and gestured at the stand of trees.

Did he see us? the giant probed.

He was looking at us, Blade, Chastity replied.

Blade rested his hands on his Bowies. Now what?

Ill check it out, Hickok offered.

Allow me, Rikki interjected, and grinned at the gunman. Daddy should stay here with Chastity.

Go, Blade said to the martial artist. Then he added an afterthought:

Be careful.

Will do, Rikki promised, jogging off.

I like Ricky-Picky-Daffy, Chastity declared. Hes nice.

How many times do I have to tell you? Hickok responded. His name is Rikki-Tikki-Tavi, and he took his name from a mongoose.

I still dont get it, Chastity admitted. How come you dont keep the names your mommies and daddies give you?

Ive explained it before, Hickok noted. At the place we come from, a compound called the Home, everyone goes through a Naming ceremony when they turn sixteen. The man who built our Home, the man we call the Founder of our Family, started the Naming ceremony. He wanted us to go through the history books in our big library and find any name we liked as our own. It was his way of trying to make sure we stayed in touch with our roots, so to speak.

I dont understand, Chastity said.

Dont fret your noggin over it, Hickok stated. Ill explain the whole deal again when youre seven.

Chastity pursed her thin lips for a moment. Where did your name come from?

Mine? Hickok was the name of a great gunfighter, Hickok detailed.

He lived centuries ago. His full name was James Butler Hickok, and he was one of the deadliest gunfighters who ever lived.

Is that why you picked his name? Chastity inquired.

Not because he was deadly, Hickok said. But because he was the best at what he did, yet he never used his skill to deliberately hurt folks unless they had it comin. He was a lawman in the Old West.

What happened to him?

He was shot in the back of the head by a mangy, yellow coyote by the name of McCall, Hickok disclosed. McCall was too yellow to take Hickok on man to man in an honest shootout. He paused. Everyone knew Hickok was unbeatable. The only way to get him was in the back.

Chastitys expression became a mirror of concern. You wont let that happen to you!

Jack McCall bit the dust ages ago.

Not him. But another bad man might try to shoot you in the back, Chastity said in alarm. She impulsively reached out and hugged him around the knees. Dont let anyone kill you. I dont want to lose another daddy.

Hickok gently placed his left hand on the top of her head. Dont worry, princess. No one will ever plug me in the back.

Chastity squeezed tightly. I hope not. I love you.

The gunman swallowed hard. Im fond of you too, little one. Eager to change the subject, he glanced up. Rikki is gettin close to those trees.

Chastity released his knees and turned. Hed better watch out.

Was the man you saw armed? Blade asked.

I dont know, she replied.

Blade gazed at the gunman. Im beginning to believe youre right.

About what? Hickok responded.

About returning to the Home, Blade said. If our map is accurate, we should be within forty miles or less of Memphis.

If Memphis is still there, Hickok observed. Maybe it was hit during the war.

Well find out, Blade declared. In any event, we need transportation capable of reaching Minnesota. Weve been walking for weeks, and we have over twelve hundred miles to go. Here it is, August already, and at the rate were traveling we wont reach the Home until next August.

So what was I right about? Hickok asked.

About acquiring transportation, Blade mentioned.

You mean when I said we should steal it? Hickok inquired.

The giant nodded. We may have no choice. He sighed sadly. I miss Jenny and Gabe.

You miss your missus and youngun, and I miss mine, Hickok concurred. All I think about is Sherry and Ringo.

And me? Chastity interjected hopefully.

And you, Hickok said with a smile.

I hope Mrs. Hickok and Ringo like me, Chastity stated.

They will, Hickok assured her. And call my missus Sherry. Mrs.

Hickok sounds sort of stuffy.

Chastitys features abruptly conveyed an inner melancholy. I wish my mommy and daddy were alive.

Hickok and Blade exchanged glances.

Im happy that youre my new daddy, Chastity said to the gunman, but I want my mommy and daddy back.

Theyve gone to a better world, Blade said.

Where?

Blade pursed his lips and watched Rikki enter the forest ahead. What could he say to alleviate her remorse? He tried to recall conversations hed had with his son along similar lines. Our Elders teach us that death is just the way we get from this world to a higher spiritual level. Your mommy and daddy have gone on ahead of you and will be waiting for you when you arrive.