Archaeologists -- Fiction; Arizona -- Fiction; Western stories
Bill took a great swallow of coffee and set down the cup. His tired
eyes brightened in the fire glow. “Maybe you’d call ’em skeletons,
professor--I’d say they’re rock. All you want. Thought you’d like to
take a look at ’em. So when we met up with you on the way to Carson
I made up my mind I wouldn’t wait till I was turned loose. You might
be to hell an’ gone by that time, or some nosey Adam chaser might
run acrost ’em. I seen last spring how you’ve got your heart set on
finding the granddaddy of all men, or some such thing, and I’d kinda
hate to see anybody beat you to it. So I made my git-away in order
to show you where they’re at.”
* * * * *
Having thus explained the matter to his own satisfaction, Bill
forthwith began to empty the can of beans in a manner best pleasing
to himself.
John Abington poked absently at the fire, gently rapping upon a
burning juniper branch until it broke under the blows, spurting
sparks as it fell into the coals.
“Adam chasers, as you call it, are not so numerous in this country,”
he said softly. “Not nearly so numerous as--er--deputy sheriffs.”
Bill Jonathan leaned sidewise, reached the coffeepot and refilled
his cup. “Yeah, I get you,” he said finally. “But this is wild
country we’re going into. I ain’t taking such an awful chance, now I
got this far. I was duckin’ sheriffs when I found these stone men.
I’ve got to go on duckin’ sheriffs anyway--that, or else let ’em
ketch me and put me in for five or ten years. It’s six one way and a
half dozen the other.
“This is how I’ve got it doped out, professor. You and me throw in
together. I’ll show you Adam--or his wife’s folks, anyway--and you
furnish me with grub and tobacco so I don’t have to show up where I
can be nabbed. I’ll draw on you for supplies and keep along close
without trailing right with you. So you won’t get in bad if it’s
found out I’m in the hills.” He looked across the fire at Abington.
“How’s it strike you, professor?”
Over and over Abington had considered this very point during his
month of waiting. It all depended on Bill himself, he had decided.
Some men are so constituted that preying upon society is second
nature to them. Others fall afoul of the law through no real
criminal intent. There is a vast difference between the two types,
Abington knew. It all depended on Bill.
“I never did function as guardian angel to escaped convicts,”
Abington said with brutal directness. “Laws are better kept than
broken, as you will probably agree, and it ill becomes a loyal
citizen to help any man dodge the penalty for his misdeeds. On the
other hand, even lawbreakers may contribute something to the general
welfare of the world. Discovering the skeletal relics of a man of
the Cretaceous period may not materially help to liquidate the
national debt, but it would be a priceless contribution to the
scientific knowledge of the human race.”
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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