The Road to Reckoning. Robert Lautner
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Название: The Road to Reckoning

Автор: Robert Lautner

Издательство: HarperCollins

Жанр: Историческая литература

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      ‘I have a list, Chet, if you please,’ he said, and occupied the counter with a great familiarity as if he owned the place.

      Mister Baker tapped my knee and stood and brushed his hands down his apron. He went to his stage. The man looked back at me with a cocked head and sniffed and turned away.

      ‘Right with you, Henry.’ Mister Baker’s voice was friendly and I relaxed a bit. He took the list and perused it with a squint. I guessed the man to have bad script. ‘Are you stopping a spell, Henry?’

      ‘No, I am not,’ the man said. ‘I am on to Cherry Hill. They may have some loose prisoners to fetch. Men like to escape for the summer. Let me try your jerky.’

      Mister Baker handed him a strip of the beef that was strung on a cord above and the man leaned on the counter and surveyed the room and me.

      I knew of Cherry Hill. This was the Philadelphia state prison shaped like a wagon’s wheel. It was the largest jail in America and freshly built. Pennsylvania was famous throughout the world for its efficiency of handling criminals for reform and punishment, and the Pennsylvania system of separate confinement would become the model for the world. It even had flush toilets in each cell. Even President Buren did not have one of those, although with the state of the country he had gained from Jackson he probably had need of it.

      My face must have lit up at the sound of places close to home for this man Henry studied me more.

      ‘You making opinion on me, boy?’

      ‘No, sir.’

      He snorted and went back to his business. ‘I have tobacco twists to sell, Chet. Virginian. Don’t want to take it with me.’

      ‘I know, I know, Henry.’ Mister Baker waved him down and went about with his cans and bags to the counter. ‘Store-pay or coin?’

      ‘What you will. What is with the boy, Chet? You a wet nurse now?’

      On this morning I had no opinion on Henry Stands. He was of those rough-and-ready, broad, fat men we tended to elect as presidents and senators when they were too old to do anything else and too ornery to lie down. He had that same military bearing and attitude of patience that they had seen it all and leaned on the seasons like fences and watched the rest of the world cluck and run around.

      Mister Baker stopped in his actions and lowered his voice. ‘His father has been killed. Not two days gone.’

      ‘Killed by who?’ I still think that a strange, direct questioning.

      ‘Thomas Heywood. He was working on the canal building last I knew. Do you know him?’

      ‘I do not.’ Henry Stands turned back to me. ‘You are not hurt, boy?’

      ‘No, sir. It was not just Heywood. There was four of them.’

      ‘Where is your mother?’

      ‘The pock took my mother last year.’

      Mister Baker seemed to sink. ‘I did not know that. I am sorry, son.’

      Henry bit off more jerky and spoke through his chewing. ‘So you are an orphan now, boy?’

      This had not occurred to me. But it was true. An orphan.

      ‘I cannot say,’ I said, and meant it. ‘I have my house with my aunt.’

      ‘My, Chet, you have inherited a piece. What’s your name, boy?’

      ‘Thomas Walker, sir.’

      ‘Henry Stands.’ And that was his introduction. ‘Thomas Walker.’ He said my name as if he were chewing on it to see if it was something he should swallow or spit. ‘You hold the same name as the man that done this? That is unfortunate. Well, boy, there is no shame in being an orphan. I am an orphan myself. That is because I am old and that is what happens. You may become a smarter man than me as it has come to you so young.’ He rubbed his nose. ‘I am sorry for your loss. I’ll take tea, Chet, and rum if you has it in half bottles or I will take gin.’ He turned away.

      ‘Henry? You are heading east. Could it not be available that you could take the boy with? He is of New York.’

      Henry bit off more jerky. ‘I am not to New York. I am to Philadelphia.’

      Although I had not yet formed my views on Henry Stands I saw an opportunity to leave this place, and right soon, for this man was set to leaving and that suited me.

      I stood up. ‘I am not to New York. I am for Paterson, New Jersey.’

      They both looked at me. ‘Mister Samuel Colt is expecting me there.’ I knew how to catch this old goat. ‘He has monies for me. We have business. I can pay.’

      ‘What’s he jawing about?’

      ‘His father was selling guns. I bought half a dozen myself on promise and one for my own.’ He reached below. ‘Now see this here.’ The Paterson came out. Henry took it by the barrel and reversed it into his palm quicker than I could see. He weighed it smartly.

      ‘Should be brassed. It’ll rust like nails.’ He half cocked it and watched the cylinder click round and the trigger drop. ‘That is pretty.’ But he said this with scorn. He took it all the way and the cylinder finished its trick. It was not loaded but he did not fire; such action can damage the placings for the caps. He let the hammer back. This was an experienced man.

      ‘It does not load down the barrel? How is it to be done?’ He tugged down on the barrel. ‘Does it snap? I fear I will break it and owe you, Chet.’

      I stepped across.

      ‘I will show you, sir.’ I held out my hand for the gun. Henry Stands grunted and passed it over. I half cocked it again and showed him the key wedge on the barrel. ‘This taps out,’ I said, and did it exactly as my father had shown me using the pocket compass as a hammer. ‘You can pull the barrel right off.’ I did and placed it on the counter. ‘This makes it perfect for cleaning or for buying longer barrels for greater accuracy. Now you can take the cylinder off the arbor and load the chambers. The arbor will double as a ram for the shot in a pinch or you can use your own tool or the one supplied, which fits through this slot in the arbor.’ I assembled the gun again with my father’s hands.

      ‘You can load all five chambers and keep a cap on four. The hammer will rest on an empty nipple for safety if you so choose but the chamber will be loaded ready.’ I eased the hammer down and put it back in his hand. ‘With spare cylinders you can load fast and have five shots in moments.’

      ‘Spare?’

      ‘For more dollars it comes with a spare and tool, cutter, cartridge maker, nipple picker, and twenty-two-grain loader.’

      ‘Does it come with pan and brush to pick up the pieces when it chain-fires? I never seen so many screws. Who made this toy?’

      ‘Mister Samuel Colt of the Patent Arms Manufacturing Company, sir,’ I declared straight up.

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