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〃Yeah；〃 Max said slowly。 He let the poker fall from his hand and started for the door。 Mike was holding the horses and they leaped into the saddle。 They rode out of town in a hail of bullets with a posse less than thirty minutes behind them。
Three days later； they were holed up in a small cave in the foothills。 Max came back from the entrance and looked down at his friend。 〃How you doin'； Mike？〃
Mike's usually shiny black face was drawn and gray。 〃Poorly； boy； poorly。〃
Max bent over and wiped his face。 〃I'm sorry；〃 he said。 〃We ain't got no more water。〃
Mike shook his head。 〃It don' really matter； boy。 I got it good this time。 I's th'ough travelin'。〃
Charlie's voice came from the back of the cave。 〃It'll be dawn in another hour。 We better git movin'。〃
〃You go； Charlie。 I'm stayin' here with Mike。〃
Mike pushed himself to a sitting position； his back against the wall of the cave。 〃Don' be a fool； boy；〃 he said。
Max shook his head。 〃I'm stayin' with you。〃
Mike smiled。 His hand reached for Max's and squeezed it gently。 〃We's friends； boy； ain't we？ Real friends？〃
Max nodded。
〃An' I never steered you bad； did I？〃 Mike asked。 〃I'm goin' to die an' they's nothin' you can do about it。〃
Max rolled a cigarette； lit it and stuck it in Mike's mouth。 〃Shut up an' rest。〃
〃Open my belt。〃
Max leaned across his friend and pulled the buckle。 Mike groaned as the belt slid off。 〃Tha's better；〃 he said。 〃Now look inside that belt。〃
Max turned it over。 There was a money pouch taped to the inner surface。
Mike smiled。 〃They's five thousand dollars in that pouch。 I been holdin' out for the right time … now。 It was for the day we lef' this business。〃
Max rolled another cigarette and lit it。 He watched his friend silently。 Mike coughed。 〃You was born thirty years too late for this business。 They ain't no mo' room in this worl' for a gun fighter。 We e in at the tail end with nothin' but the leavin's。〃
Max still sat silently； his eyes on Mike's face。 〃I'm still not goin'。〃
Mike looked up at him。 〃Don' make me feel like I picked the wrong one back there in that prison；〃 he said。 〃Not now when I'm a dyin' man。〃
Max's face broke into a sudden smile。 〃You're full of shit； Mike。〃
Mike grinned up at him。 〃I kin hold the posse off all day。 By then； you'll be so far no'th； they'll never catch up to you。〃 He started to laugh and suddenly stopped as he began to cough blood。 He reached up a hand to Max。 〃He'p me to my feet； boy。〃
Max reached out and pulled Mike up。 The big man leaned against him as they moved toward the mouth of the cave。 They came out into the night and there was a small breeze just picking up at the edge of the cliffs。
For a moment they stood there； savoring the physical closeness of each other； the small things of love that men can share； then slowly Max lowered his friend to the ground。
Mike looked down the ridge。 〃I can hol' them here forever；〃 he said。 〃Now； 'member what I said； boy。 Go straight。 No more thievin'。 No more gun fightin'。 I got you' word； boy？〃
〃You got my word； Mike。〃
〃If you breaks it； I sure's hell'll e back an' haunt you！〃 the big man said。 He turned his head away and looked down the ridge。 〃Now git； boy；〃 he said huskily。 〃Dawn is breakin'。〃 He reached for the rifle at his side。
Max turned and walked over to his horse。 He mounted and sat there for a moment； looking back at Mike。 The big colored man never turned to look back。 Max dug his spurs into his horse and it leaped away。
It wasn't until an hour later； when the sun was bright and Max was on the next ridge； that he began to wonder about the quiet。 By this time； there should have been the sound of gunfire behind him。
He never knew that Mike had died the moment he was out of sight。
He felt naked at first without his beard。 Rubbing his fingers over his cleanly shaven face； he walked into the kitchen。
Charlie looked up from the kitchen table。 〃My God；〃 he exclaimed。 〃I never would've known you！〃
Martha； his wife； turned from the stove。 She smiled suddenly。 〃You're much younger than I thought。 And handsomer； too。〃
Max felt a flush of color run up into his cheeks。 Awkwardly he sat down。 〃I figgered it's time for me to be movin' on。〃
Charlie and his wife exchanged quick looks。
〃Why？〃 Charlie asked。 〃You own half this spread。 You just can't go off an' leave it。〃
Max studied him。 He rolled a cigarette and lit it。 〃We been here three months now。 Let's stop kiddin' ourselves。 This place can't carry the both of us。〃
They were silent。 Max was right。 Even though he had advanced the money to buy the ranch； there wasn't enough in it yet for all of them。
〃What if somebody recognizes you？〃 Martha asked。 〃Your poster's in every sheriff's office in the southwest。〃
Max smiled and rubbed his chin again。 〃They won't recognize me。 Not without the beard。〃
〃You better think up a new name for yourself；〃 Charlie said。
Max blew out a cloud of smoke。 〃Yeah。 I reckon so。 It's time。 Everything's gotta change。〃
But the name hadn't e to him until the day he stood in the hot Nevada sun looking up at old man Cord and young Jonas。 Then it came easy。 As if it had been his own all his life。
Smith。 Nevada Smith。
It was a good name。 It told nothing about him。
He looked down at the little boy staring up at him with frightened eyes； then at the cold black gun in his other hand。 He saw the child follow his eyes。 He dropped the gun back into his holster。 He smiled slowly。
〃Well； Junior；〃 he said。 〃You heard your pappy。〃
He turned to his horse and led it around to the bunkhouse； the boy trotting obediently behind him。 The bunkhouse was empty。 The boy's voice piped up behind him。 〃Are you going to live here with Wong Toy？〃
He smiled again。 〃I reckon so。〃
He picked out one of the bunks and spread his bedroll on it。 Quickly he put his things away。 When he turned around； the boy was still watching him with wide eyes。
〃You're really goin' to stay？〃 the child asked。
〃Uh…huh。〃
〃Really？〃 the boy insisted。 〃Forever？〃 His voice caught slightly。 〃You're not goin' to go away like the others？ Like Mommy did？〃
Something in the child's eyes caught inside him。 He knelt beside the boy。 〃I'll stay jest as long as you want me to。〃
Suddenly； the boy flung his arms around Nevada's neck and pressed his cheek close to his face。 His breath was soft and warm。 〃I'm glad；〃 he said。 〃Now you can learn me to ride。〃
Nevada straightened up； the boy still clinging to his legs。 He walked outside and put the boy up on the saddle of his horse。 He started to climb up behind him when suddenly the gun was heavy against his thigh。
〃I'll be back in a minute；〃 he said； and went back into the bunkhouse。 Quickly he pulled the tie strings and unbuckled the gun belt。 He hung it on a nail over his bunk and went out again into the white sunlight。
And he never strapped the gun on again。
16
RINA STEPPED DOWN FROM THE TRAIN INTO the bright； flashing shadows of afternoon sun lacing the platform。 A tall uniformed chauffeur stepped forward and touched his hand to his cap。 〃Miss Marlowe？〃
Rina nodded。
〃Mr。 Smith sends his apologies for not being able to meet you； ma'am。 He's tied up at meetings at the studio。 He says he'll see you for cocktails。〃
〃Thank you；〃 Rina said。 She turned her face away for a moment to hide her disappointment。 Three years was a long time。
The chauffeur picked up her valises。 〃If you'll follow me to the car； ma'am？〃
Rina nodded again。 She followed the tall uniform through the station to a shining black Pierce…Arrow limousine。 Quickly the chauffeur stowed the bags up front and opened the door for her。 The tiny gold insignia emblazoned over the handle shone up at her。
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She settled back and reached for a cigarette。 The chauffeur's voice through the speaker startled her。 〃You'll find them in the container near your right hand； ma'am。〃
She caught a glimpse of the man's quick smile in the rear…view mirror as he started the big motor。 She lit a cigarette and studied the interior of the car。 The gold insignia was everywhere； even woven into the upholstery。
She leaned her head back。 She didn't know why she should be surprised。