Ride Proud, Rebel Part 12
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"Hart, here, comes from Cadiz. Know where that is?"
Drew closed his eyes for a moment, the better to visualize the map he tried to carry in his head. But Cadiz--he couldn't place the town. "No, suh."
"It's south, close to the Tennessee line and not too far from the big river. There's just one thing which may be important about it; it has a bank and Hart thinks that there are Union Army funds there. We still have a long way to go, and Union currency could help. Only," Campbell spoke with slow emphasis, "I want this understood. We take army funds only. This may just be a rumor, but it is necessary to scout in that direction anyway."
"You want me to find out about the funds and the river crossin' near there?"
"It's up to you, Rennie. Hart's willin' to ride with you."
"I'll go." He thought the bank plan was a wild one, but they did have to have a safe route to the river.
"You'll move out as soon as possible. We'll be on our way as soon as we have these horses shod."
Drew doubted that. What he had seen in the streets suggested that it was not going to be easy to pry most of the company out of Calhoun in a hurry, but that was Campbell's problem. "I'll need couriers," he said aloud. It was an advance scout's privilege to have riders to send back with information.
Campbell hesitated as if he would protest and then agreed. "You have men picked?"
"Kirby and Barrett. Kirby's had scout experience; Barrett knows part of this country and rides light."
"All right, Kirby and Barrett. You ready to ride, Hart?"
The other trooper nodded, picked up a set of extra horseshoes, and went out of the smithy. Campbell had one last word for Drew.
"We'll angle south from here to hit the c.u.mberland River some ten miles north of Cadiz, Hart knows where. This time of year it ought to be easy crossin'. But the Tennessee--" he shook his head--"that is goin' to be the hard one. Learn all you can about conditions and where it's best to hit that...."
Drew found Hart already mounted, Kirby and Boyd waiting.
"Hart says we're ridin' out," the Texan said. "Goin' to cover the high lines?"
"Scout, yes. South of here. River crossin's comin' up."
"No time for shadin' in this man's war," Kirby observed.
"Shadin'?" Boyd repeated as a question.
"Sittin' nice an' easy under a tree while some other poor hombre prowls around the herd," Kirby translated. "It's a kinda restin' I ain't had much of lately. Nor like to...."
They put Calhoun behind them, and Hart led them cross-country. But at each new turn of the back country roads Drew added another line or two on the map he sketched in on paper which Boyd surprisingly produced from his bulging sack of loot.
The younger boy looked self-conscious as he handed it over. "Thought as how I might want to write a letter."
Drew studied him. "You do that!" He made it an order. There had been no chance to leave Boyd in Calhoun. But there was still Cadiz as a possibility. He did not believe this vague story about Union gold in the bank. And the company might never enter the town in force at all. So that Boyd, left behind, would not attract the unfavorable attention of the authorities.
It began to rain again, and the roads were mire traps. As they struggled on into evening Kirby found a barn which appeared to be out by itself with no house in attendance. The door was wedged open with a drift of undisturbed soil and Boyd, exploring into a ragged straggle of brush in search of a well, reported a house cellar hole. The place must be abandoned and so safe.
"We'll be in Cadiz tomorrow," Hart said.
"An' how do we ride in?" Kirby wanted to know. "Another bearer-of-the-flag stunt?"
"Is Cadiz a Union town?" Drew asked Hart.
The other laughed. "Not much, it ain't. This is tobacco country; you seen that for yourself today. An' there's guerrillas to give the Yankees trouble. They hole up in the Brelsford Caves, six or seven miles outta town. We can ride right in, and there ain't n.o.body gonna care."
"Nice to know these things ahead'a time," Kirby remarked. "So we ride in--lookin' for what?"
Hart glanced at Drew but remained silent. The scout shrugged.
"Information about the rivers and any stray garrison news. You have kin here, Hart?"
"Some." But the other did not elaborate on that.
Drew was thinking about those guerrillas; their presence did not match Hart's story about the Yankee gold in the bank. Such irregulars would have been after that long ago. He didn't know why Hart had pitched Campbell such a tale, but he was dubious about the whole setup now.
Better make this a quick trip in--and out--of town.
7
_A Mule for a River_
For a Confederate patrol, they looked respectable enough as they rode into Cadiz. Though they lacked the uniformity of a Yankee squad, their dark s.h.i.+rts, "impressed" breeches, and good boots gave an impression of a common dress, and Kirby had even acquired a hat.
They slung their captured rifles before entering town and progressed at a quiet amble which suggested good will. But there was no mistaking the fact that they attracted attention, immediately and to some purpose. A small boy, balancing on a fence, put his fingers to his mouth and released a piercing whistle.
King's response to that was vigorous. Rearing, until he stood almost upright on his hind feet, the stallion pawed the air. Drew barely kept his seat. He fought with all his knowledge of horsemans.h.i.+p to bring the stud back to earth and under control. And he could hear Kirby's laugh and Boyd calling out some inarticulate warning or advice.
"Better git that mule--or run down this one's mainspring some," the Texan said when Drew had King again with four feet on the ground, though weaving in a sideways dance.
"You men--what are you doing here?" A horseman looked over the heads of the crowd to the four troopers.
"Pa.s.sin' through, suh. Leastwise we was, until greeted--" Kirby answered courteously.
Drew a.s.sessed the questioner's well-cut riding clothes, his good linen, and fine gloves. The rider was middle-aged, his authority more evident because of that fact. This was either one of the wealthy planters of the district or some important inhabitant of Cadiz. There was a wagon drawing up behind him, a span of well-cared-for mules in harness with a Negro driver.
The mules held Drew's attention. King's reaction to that sudden whistle was a warning. He had no wish to ride such an animal into a picket skirmish. The sleekness of the mules appealed to his desire to rid himself of the unmanageable stud.
Now he edged the sidling King closer to the wagon. The driver watched him with apprehension. Whether he guessed Drew's intention or whether he dreaded the near approach of the stallion was a question which did not bother the scout.
"You there," Drew hailed the driver. "I'll take one of those mules!"
As always, he hated these enforced trades and spoke in a peremptory way, wanting to get the matter finished.
"You, suh--" the solid citizen turned his horse to face the scout--"what gives you the right to take that mule?"
With a visible sigh of relief, the Negro relaxed on the driver's seat, willing to let the other carry on the argument.
"Nothing, except I have to have a mount I can depend upon." Drew did not know why he was explaining, or even why he wanted the mule so acutely right now. Except that he was tired, tired of the days in the saddle, of being on the run, of these small Kentucky towns into which they rode to loot and ride off again. The Yankees in Bardstown had been fair game, and their bluff there had been an adventure. But Calhoun left a sour taste in his mouth, and he didn't like the vague order which had brought him to Cadiz. So his dislike boiled over, to settle into a sullen determination to rid himself of one irritation--this undependable horse.
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