"You answered. I'm surprised."
Eli chuckled for a length of time in response. His whiskers against the mouthpiece as he rubbed at his jaw. "Yeah, well, you'd just keep ringin' if I didn't." He smiled. She smiled too.
"Why you callin' anyway, Madi-girl? You comin' back around? Or is your folks? Heard your Da took a fall from his horse not too long back?"
She sat forward on the bench and shook her head even if he was not there to see it. Dark brows rising into a crease. "I'm not callin' about a visit or Daddy. I'm callin' because some real bad stuff is happenin' Eli. It's Hexx. Again."
He swore but it was muffled by the wind that cried around him as he leaned into the porch of his house and stared across the prairie. "Okay. Talk to me."
"Douglas killed a man, who had some history with them. Foley his name was and he robbed my bar and cut the head off one of my goddamn patrons. He was tryin' to call Douglas into his fold but, as we might expect, Douglas caught sight of what they were doin' and turned. He killed Foley. But he's got this idea he's sayin' that the man wasn't all right. That he wasn't all human. What he's sayin' and what he's not, Elijah, is that this Deep West. This is leanin' into bein' that Hexxen bullcrap you first evaded."
"And you and him cleared em out. I shoot off what I can when I can, Madi. They don't have a presence anymore that is worth findin' to be a reckon with. So why you really callin'?"
"Eli, it may be that we only dealt with half the problem. Glass Eye, Lucre, the dogs.. they're dead. But there's always been the men at the top, the ones that settle the towns and run them. And maybe, just maybe, it went higher than Glass Eye, than Foley, who I am damn well suspectin' was involved further than I like that train of thought to be goin'. Douglas is makin' moves.
"You're an idiot if you pursue this, Madison. You don't have nearly enough to go on."
"I have more than enough."
"Madison, you talkin' crazy again. Last two times you did this, hell came with you. Don't do this."
"Eli", her voice edged with warning, frustration, "I haven't even gotten to where I'm goin' with this."
He held the phone away from his ear and she could hear his boots on old boards. They creaked and whined beneath him and despite that tearing wind, she could hear the man cursing.
"Madison, what is it you're sayin'."
"They wanted you dead. Someone wanted you dead because what you do, you do it damn good. You didn't die, Douglas didn't die, I didn't die and every so often it comes along that the dogs get stirrin' and there's trouble. We didn't get to the heart last time. You're right, there's substantial threat, and it brings hell, but it must be done. Else, each of us is goin' to spend our lives with an eye over our shoulder. I know now, I can't ignore this. Neither can you. Douglas has been maintainin' for some time that things are still well and truly alive. If it stayed in the Deep, we could let it be. But it's not. Foley's presence here is evidence of this, Eli."
"Leo." He gave a grizzled sigh and tapped the arm of the chair.
"Pardon?"
"Leo. Madison, listen to me now. If you value the life I hear you got goin', the babies, the home, the man, then you'll let this be."
"Gettin' sick of hearin' this, least of all from you. You know there's no equatin' one over the other, Eli. None of that."
He breathed hard and sat himself down in the rocking chair on the porch and stared out over the land. The wind danced with the barley, and it all seemed so beautiful, so simple, so easy.
"I know you, Madison. I know what you got inside. I know you don't want to be holdin' one thing over another too, but Ortiz himself... you may as well kiss your family good bye. I will help you, always, if that is what you're askin'. But I will not support you walkin' off into your own grave. I will always love you, girl. I can't let you do this....." he got the chair going, "alone, but I wish you'd reconsider."
"I'll call again when I know a little more. I have your word?"
A gale whistled at the old brown homestead. He heard the panels of glass shudder in their frames.
"You have my word Madison Rye. I'll be waitin'."
Eli chuckled for a length of time in response. His whiskers against the mouthpiece as he rubbed at his jaw. "Yeah, well, you'd just keep ringin' if I didn't." He smiled. She smiled too.
"Why you callin' anyway, Madi-girl? You comin' back around? Or is your folks? Heard your Da took a fall from his horse not too long back?"
She sat forward on the bench and shook her head even if he was not there to see it. Dark brows rising into a crease. "I'm not callin' about a visit or Daddy. I'm callin' because some real bad stuff is happenin' Eli. It's Hexx. Again."
He swore but it was muffled by the wind that cried around him as he leaned into the porch of his house and stared across the prairie. "Okay. Talk to me."
"Douglas killed a man, who had some history with them. Foley his name was and he robbed my bar and cut the head off one of my goddamn patrons. He was tryin' to call Douglas into his fold but, as we might expect, Douglas caught sight of what they were doin' and turned. He killed Foley. But he's got this idea he's sayin' that the man wasn't all right. That he wasn't all human. What he's sayin' and what he's not, Elijah, is that this Deep West. This is leanin' into bein' that Hexxen bullcrap you first evaded."
"And you and him cleared em out. I shoot off what I can when I can, Madi. They don't have a presence anymore that is worth findin' to be a reckon with. So why you really callin'?"
"Eli, it may be that we only dealt with half the problem. Glass Eye, Lucre, the dogs.. they're dead. But there's always been the men at the top, the ones that settle the towns and run them. And maybe, just maybe, it went higher than Glass Eye, than Foley, who I am damn well suspectin' was involved further than I like that train of thought to be goin'. Douglas is makin' moves.
"You're an idiot if you pursue this, Madison. You don't have nearly enough to go on."
"I have more than enough."
"Madison, you talkin' crazy again. Last two times you did this, hell came with you. Don't do this."
"Eli", her voice edged with warning, frustration, "I haven't even gotten to where I'm goin' with this."
He held the phone away from his ear and she could hear his boots on old boards. They creaked and whined beneath him and despite that tearing wind, she could hear the man cursing.
"Madison, what is it you're sayin'."
"They wanted you dead. Someone wanted you dead because what you do, you do it damn good. You didn't die, Douglas didn't die, I didn't die and every so often it comes along that the dogs get stirrin' and there's trouble. We didn't get to the heart last time. You're right, there's substantial threat, and it brings hell, but it must be done. Else, each of us is goin' to spend our lives with an eye over our shoulder. I know now, I can't ignore this. Neither can you. Douglas has been maintainin' for some time that things are still well and truly alive. If it stayed in the Deep, we could let it be. But it's not. Foley's presence here is evidence of this, Eli."
"Leo." He gave a grizzled sigh and tapped the arm of the chair.
"Pardon?"
"Leo. Madison, listen to me now. If you value the life I hear you got goin', the babies, the home, the man, then you'll let this be."
"Gettin' sick of hearin' this, least of all from you. You know there's no equatin' one over the other, Eli. None of that."
He breathed hard and sat himself down in the rocking chair on the porch and stared out over the land. The wind danced with the barley, and it all seemed so beautiful, so simple, so easy.
"I know you, Madison. I know what you got inside. I know you don't want to be holdin' one thing over another too, but Ortiz himself... you may as well kiss your family good bye. I will help you, always, if that is what you're askin'. But I will not support you walkin' off into your own grave. I will always love you, girl. I can't let you do this....." he got the chair going, "alone, but I wish you'd reconsider."
"I'll call again when I know a little more. I have your word?"
A gale whistled at the old brown homestead. He heard the panels of glass shudder in their frames.
"You have my word Madison Rye. I'll be waitin'."