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Smoke Of Battle
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“I hadn’t seen Rod Bullard for goin’ on more than a year, but he was the only one I could think of; so I slipped out of the house and went acrost the street to a grocery store where there was a pay station, and I called him up on the telephone and ast him to help me out a little. It wasn’t no more than right that he should, was it, seein’ as he was responsible for my comin’ here? Besides, if it hadn’t been for him in the first place I wouldn’t never ‘a’ got into all that trouble. I talked with him over the telephone at his office and he said he’d do somethin’ for me. He said he’d send me some money that evenin’ or else he’d bring it round himself. But he didn’t do neither one. And Vic Magner, she kept on doggin’ after me for her board money.
“I telephoned him again the next mornin’; but before I could say more’n two words to him he got mad and told me to quit botherin’ him, and he rung off. That was day before yistiddy. When I got back to the house Vic Magner come to me, and I couldn’t give her no satisfaction. So about six o’clock in the evenin’ she made me pack up and git out. I didn’t have nowheres to go and only eight dollars and ninety cents left–I’d spent a dime telephoning so, before I got out I took and wrote Rod Bullard a note, and when I got outside I give a little nigger boy fifteen cents to take it to him. I told him in the note I was out in the street, without nowheres to go, and that if he didn’t meet me that night and do somethin’ for me I’d jest have to come to his office. I said for him to meet me at eight o’clock at the mouth of Grayson Street Alley. That give me two hours to wait. I walked round and round, packin’ my baggage.
“Then I come by a pawnstore and seen a lot of pistols in the window, and I went in and I bought one for two dollars and a half. The pawnstore man he throwed in the shells. But I wasn’t aimin’ to hurt Rod Bullard–jest to skeer him. I was thinkin’ some of killin’ myself too. Then I walked round some more till I was plum’ wore out.
“When eight o’clock come I was waitin’ where I said, and purty soon he come along. As soon as he saw me standin’ there in the shadder he bulged up to me. He was mighty mad. He called me out of my name and said I didn’t have no claims on him–a whole lot more like that–and said he didn’t purpose to be bothered with me phonin’ him and writin’ him notes and callin’ on him for money. I said somethin’ back, and then he made like he was goin’ to hit me with his fist. I’d had that pistol in my hand all the time, holdin’ it behind my skirt. And I pulled it and I pointed it like I was goin’ to shoot–jest to skeer him, though, and make him do the right thing by me. I jest simply pointed it at him–that’s all. I didn’t have no idea it would go off without you pulled the hammer back first!
“Then it happened! It went off right in my hand. And he said to me: ‘Now you’ve done it!’–jest like that. He walked away from me about ten feet, and started to lean up against a tree, and then he fell down right smack on his face. And I grabbed up my baggage and run away. I wasn’t sorry about him. I ain’t been sorry about him a minute since–ain’t that funny? But I was awful skeered!”
Rocking her body back and forth from the hips, she put her hands up to her face. Major Stone stared at her, his mind in a twisting eddy of confused thoughts. Perhaps it was the clearest possible betrayal of his utter unfitness for his new vocation in life that not until that very moment when the girl had halted her narrative did it come to him–and it came then with a sudden jolt–that here he had one of those monumental news stories for which young Gilfoil or young Webb would be willing to barter his right arm and throw in an eye for good measure. It was a scoop, as those young fellows had called it–an exclusive confession of a big crime–a thing that would mean much to any paper and to any reporter who brought it to his paper. It would transform a failure into a conspicuous success. It would put more money into a pay envelope. And he had it all! Sheer luck had brought it to him and flung it into his lap.