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“What?”<br />
“I think everybody know you here. People in laundry say talking you move boxes to this place.”<br />
Johnson froze. Of course they knew. He’d merely exchanged one room in town for another. “Kang,<br />
you know my wagon?”<br />
“Yes, yes.”<br />
“It’s at the stable. Can you get it and bring it here?”<br />
“Yes.”<br />
It seemed he returned only a few minutes later.<br />
“Tell your friends to load the boxes as fast as possible.”<br />
Kang did that, and soon the wagon was loaded. Johnson gave them a dollar and told them to run<br />
away. “Kang, stay with me.”<br />
Chinese Town was larger than it looked, with new streets being built constantly. Kang showed him<br />
how to guide the wagon through the narrow lanes. At one point they stopped as four horsemen went by<br />
in a hurry in the street ahead.<br />
“Look for you, I think,” said Kang.<br />
They eased out onto a side road, and in a few minutes they came to the tall pine where Johnson had<br />
buried Little Wind. The ground was still soft, and he and Kang gently exhumed Little Wind, holding<br />
their breaths as they pulled him out of the hole. The stench was wretched. The ten boxes took up the<br />
space of about two more graves, and Johnson widened the hole he had made for Little Wind and<br />
stacked the boxes as evenly as he could. Then he laid Little Wind on top of the boxes, as if he were<br />
sleeping atop them.<br />
If I had my camera and it was daytime, I would take a photograph of that, Johnson told himself.<br />
He piled the dirt back over Little Wind, spreading it around so the excess would not be so<br />
apparent, then brushed pine needles over the spot.<br />
“This is our secret,” he told Kang.<br />
“Yes, but it can be a better secret.”<br />
“Yes, of course.” Johnson pulled a five-dollar gold piece from his pocket. “You do not tell<br />
anyone.”<br />
“No, no.”<br />
But he did not trust the boy not to talk. “When I leave, Kang, I will pay you another five dollars if<br />
you have kept the secret.”<br />
“Another five dollar?”<br />
“Yes, the day I leave Deadwood.”