Chapter 25
Del
Rae Lynn stayed on his mind most days. He couldn’t quite figure why or what it was about her that made him want things he’d never had. Her and him together back home in North Carolina, or anywhere, for that matter, would be all right. He got to pining for them sons he’d thought of a time or two, only now the idea came often, like his thoughts about what life might be like with her. Or daughters. Hell, if they were scrappy and brave like her, he’d want lots of girls too. There was only one problem with all this dreaming: she appeared about as interested in him as yonder bird sitting in a tree, and what good did them dreams do him nohow, with a compass that no longer faced north?
He sat easy on Ruby, listening to the men give their final calls of the day, their voices ringing out from all directions, his pencil softly scratching as he kept count. When the last one came, he marked it and closed his tally book. Right on time Clyde brought the wagon. Clyde had gotten used to him and his work hands getting done about five o’clock. The mule’s head swung left and right, pulling the wagon along the narrow path while Clyde leaned against the back of the seat letting him determine the best way as usual. Right behind him came Peewee, Crow, and Woodall. Peewee threw up a hand, and Del responded, while Crow and Woodall didn’t bother.
Peewee hollered out, “How’s it going?”
Del said, “We’re done.”
Crow said, “Hell. Got an hour or so a daylight yet.”
Peewee said, “Well, that works out good. We got to talk about where we going next and about how we gonna manage these men from here on out.” He turned to Del and said, “Your hands been getting them crops done quick. Working faster than most in this camp, turning in high numbers to boot.” He faced Crow and Woodall. “Reckon y’all can learn something from him,” and he tipped his head toward Del.
Crow and Woodall glanced at each other.
Crow said, “My men make their counts.”
Woodall said, “Mine too.”
Peewee stared at Crow. “The other day, a couple of yours didn’t make’em, Sweeney.”
“I took care of the problem too.”
Peewee said, “Now, you think about that. They didn’t make numbers ’cause you already whipped on’em over something else entirely different. Ain’t you noticed they can’t work proper when they all tore up, or if you stick’em in the box? Don’t think I don’t know what goes on around here. I’ll tell you this. If you’d a killed that gal, you’d be outta here. See’n as how you didn’t, you’re still here, but that could change.”
Crow’s voice was tight. “Oh. I see. We’re gonna go soft on’em now. Let’em do what they want.”
Peewee said, “Ain’t nobody saying that. There’s gonna be some changes, though. From here on out, ain’t nobody going in that sweatbox lessen I say so. Ain’t nobody getting whipped lessen I say so. We’re trying a different way. His way.” He pointed at Del, and asked him, “What do you do if someone ain’t getting their numbers?”
“Dock their pay.”
“It works?”
“Ain’t had to do it but once.”
Peewee said to Crow and Woodall, “That’s the new way round here.”
Crow said, “Hell, you hog-tying us. You think telling’em they ain’t getting their money’s gonna make’m work harder; you watch and see they don’t turn even more lazy. He’s a damn fool he thinks his way’s gonna last. I know how they are. They gonna turn into no-account shirkers, you wait and see.”
Peewee’s voice went sharp. “I’m telling you how it is, and if you can’t abide by it, you can leave. That’s how it’s gonna be.”
Crow looked away, his expression lifeless, while Woodall spit out a stream of tobacco juice and shrugged. This decision by Peewee caught Del off guard. Peewee seemed reluctant to say anything when he’d come to him, pointing out that Rae Lynn had lived, and how Crow was a good woods rider, how he couldn’t afford to lose him. Maybe he’d only been biding his time for the right opportunity.
Peewee eyed all of them as if daring anyone to argue some more, then continued. “Now. As to the next crops. We’ll be working the areas due east, starting tomorrow morning.”
Crow came back to life. “Woodall, you best be sure them coon hounds is fed good and rested up. Looks like we might get us a chance to go hunting.”
Woodall said, “Hell, they was born ready. They sure do like that two-legged variety the best.”