“Most of you know who I am,” he said. “My name is Randall Bragg, and I have been an evil man for some years.”
Everyone got very quiet.
“A year or so ago, I faced death several times and escaped with my life. It made me wonder why. Why did I not die when so many others had?”
My answer was that in at least one instance, it was because he turned and ran. But I kept my answer to myself.
“It came to me one day like the sun coming through a cloud, that the answer lay in a higher power. God had plans for me. He wanted me to come back to where I’d done so much that was bad, and try to do some good.”
You couldn’t even hear people breathing in the room. The big preacher stood beside Bragg, beaming with pride.
“And,” Bragg said, and bowed his head as he said it, “here I am.”
A sort of long sigh ran through the crowd.
“I’ve been blessed,” Bragg said. “In this last year, I’ve come into money, and I’m back here to use that money, to build this town, where only a short while ago I did so much harm.”
There was a little scattered clapping. Bragg put his hands out to ask for quiet.
“I’ve bought some property in town, from Earl May,” Bragg said. “And I’m fixing to renovate it, and today I’d like to tell you all that I’ve bought the Boston House from Abner Raines.”
A lot of the audience whispered to each other.
“I’m going to turn it into the finest hotel between Saint Louis and Denver,” he said, “and, with God’s help, I’ll make Appaloosa into the finest, richest town between the Rockies and the Mississippi River. It’ll be a town where people will come to spend money. It’ll be a town where a man, any man willing to work, can be not just well off, he can be rich.”
When Bragg started talking about God’s help, I wondered about a thunderbolt myself. But none came. Instead, the audience began to clap and somebody stood up and cheered, and then everyone was on their feet, clapping and cheering. Bragg stood silently, his head bowed reverently, his hands clasped in front of him, and accepted the clapping and cheering modestly and gratefully.
He didn’t make clear exactly how he was going to accomplish all this, but nobody seemed to notice. They all liked the idea of working hard and getting rich. Bragg raised his eyes as the applause began to quiet.
“To any here whom I have ever offended, I beg you to forgive me. To all of you here, I thank you for having me back.”
Then he lowered his eyes again, and with his hands still clasped in front of him like some kind of friar, he walked down the aisle of the church to the door. He looked up a little bit as he passed me and nodded and smiled.
It was a hell of a performance.
The bull showed up in a boxcar in the dead heat of July. Two of Bragg’s hands met him at the train and began to haze him slowly though town on his way to the ranch. He was a squat, compact bull with a black coat and no horns.
“Ever see one looked like that?” I said to Cole as they moved the bull up Main Street.
“Nope.”
A few boys followed along, looking at the black bull. Some men came to the doors of shops. People stood in the doorway of Bragg’s two saloons to look.
“Olson told me Bragg bought it in Scotland. It’s a Black Angus.”
“Olson seems pretty snug with Bragg,” Cole said, “don’t he.”
“Olson says Bragg’s fixing to start a herd, got some Angus cows coming, too.”
“Sort of small bull,” Cole said.
“Olson says the steers make real good eating,” I said. “Says that some of the fancy hotels and restaurants back east will pay a lot more for them.”
The hands turned the bull at the foot of the street, and we couldn’t see him anymore. The boys trailed around the corner after them.
“Bragg’s busy,” Cole said.
“Fancy cows,” I said. “Saloons, hotels.”
“I hear Abner Raines left town,” Cole said.
“Going where?”
“I think back to Kansas, said he was going to farm a little.”
“Farm?”
“What he said.”
“Who’s running the hotel?”
“Bragg put a man in here,” Cole said.
“Be interesting to know where Bragg got his money,” I said.
“That ain’t as interesting as what he’s gonna do with it,” Cole said.
“You’re right,” I said. “Fact is, where he got it don’t matter much.”
Cole nodded.
We were quiet. From where we sat, we could see the bull again, small in the distance, kicking up some dust, going up the hill toward Bragg’s ranch.
“So that leaves Olson as the only alderman,” I said.
“Un-huh.”
“And he’s getting friendlier with Bragg every day.”
“Un-huh.
“Next June first,” Cole said, “town meeting’s gonna have to elect some new alderman in October.”
“Gives Bragg ’bout three months,” I said.
“Yep.”
“You think Bragg’s really a changed man?” I said.
“ ’Course not.”
“Me, either,” I said. “What do you think he wants?”
“I think he wants to own this town,” Cole said, “and everybody in it. “
“And then what?”
“I don’t know,” Cole said. “He probably don’t know, either.”
“Well,” I said. “So far, he ain’t buttin’ heads with you and me. Like he done last time.”
“Not yet.”
“So there’s nothing for us to do about him,” I said.
“Ain’t done nothing ain’t legal,” Cole said.
“But we know he’s going to.”
“We got to wait till he does,” Cole said.
“We know he killed Jack Bell and a deputy.”
Cole nodded.
“We know he hired Ring and Mackie to bust him loose.”
Cole nodded.
“We know Allie got kidnapped in the process.”
“He’s been pardoned,” Cole said.
“Not by us,” I said.
“We can’t be starting things like that,” Cole said. “Only way to stay clean is to stay with the rules.”
It was an old discussion. We’d had it before. The outcome never changed.
“Well,” I said after a while, “he seems to be going at it smarter, this time.”
“He’s got some money this time.”
“Money makes it easier to be smart,” I said.
“Never had none,” Cole said. “So I wouldn’t know.”
“I guess I ain’t, either,” I said. “So I guess I don’t know. But it seems like it would be easier.”
“Might be harder,” Cole said.
“Might be, I suppose. When you think of it, there ain’t that much a fella needs.”
“If he lives alone,” Cole said.
“If he lives alone,” I said.
“Allie likes things,” Cole said.
“She plays the piano. She gets paid,” I said. “And tips.”
“She wants more.”
“Got a nice house,” I said.
Cole didn’t say anything for a while.
“Always had enough,” Cole said.
I nodded.
“You got enough,” Cole said.
“I do,” I said. “I got a place to sleep. I can buy whiskey and food and feed the horse and purchase a pump from Katie Goode when I need one. I get cigars from you once in a while. I had more money, I don’t know what I’d do with it.”
“You could give it to Allie,” Cole said. “She’d know.”
I grinned.
“She wants me to get another job.”
“You want to do that?”
“I’m good at this,” Cole said.
Barely visible now, the black bull disappeared over the crest of the far hill. The hint of dust hung for a minute where the bull had gone, and then it dispersed and nothing moved on the hilltop.
“You are,” I said.
