“That’s what they said about me at Memphis, when we sent the towel-heads scurrying back to Kansas.” The Colonel winked at him. “I’ll take a lucky man any day.”
Moseby detected an edge to the Colonel’s easy banter. The man was worried about something, his eyes sliding away, preferring to watch Moseby indirectly, taking his measure at his own pace, without himself being examined. A good tactic. Most men wouldn’t have even been aware of it, lulled into mistakes by the Colonel’s charm.
“You’re not the first finder I brought here, Mr. Moseby,” said the Colonel. “The others came well recommended too, but the task…the mission proved too much for them.”
“Useless fucks,” said Gravenholtz.
“Some of them have worked out better than others, but none of them have really worked out,” said the Colonel, ignoring Gravenholtz. “We’ve opened up a dozen tunnels, got three that still might yield something. I’m an impatient man, John, it’s been my curse, but I’ve made the best of it. I pay top dollar for success, but I have no tolerance for failure. None whatsoever.”
“Don’t get your hopes up, Colonel,” said Gravenholtz. “This one feels wrong to me.”
“Now, now, Lester, no need to insult our guest.” The Colonel eyed Moseby. “Still, I do hope I haven’t been misled about your abilities.” He stroked one of his long sideburns with a thumb. “I heard last year some big Catholic church in Savannah hired you to locate some religious gewgaws swept into a limestone cavern during last year’s floods. The underground was a vast honeycomb filled with everything from wrecked cars to drowned cows bloated up like gray balloons. Took you three weeks, but they said you found the Madonna they were looking for. Is that a true story?”
“Colonel, if you want me to find something for you, I’m going to have to be briefed. All I know is your people are opening up a lot of old coal tunnels.”
The Colonel looked at Gravenholtz. “You haven’t acquainted this man with our situation?”
“I don’t trust him,” said Gravenholtz. “Thought it best to wait until you got back.”
“Goddamnit, Lester…” The Colonel ran a hand through his hair. “Fine. I need an update myself.” He looked at Moseby. “You believe in God, John?”
Moseby almost laughed but the Colonel was serious, head inclined toward him, waiting for an answer. He was handsome, his long hair slick with pomade, blue eyes hard as turquoise. In spite of all his accolades during and after the war, the Colonel’s only decoration was the Congressional Medal of Honor from the former United States that hung from a silk ribbon around his neck.
“Consider yourself a good Christian, do you?” asked the Colonel.
“I do my best,” said Moseby. “Figure we wouldn’t have needed salvation if we weren’t sinners.”
“A fine answer,” said the Colonel. “What church do you attend?”
“Calvary…Calvary Baptist,” said Moseby.
“Deep-water Baptist?” said the Colonel.
Moseby nodded. Remembered the preacher anointing his head with a smear of oil before pushing him backward into the Susquehanna River.
“That’s good,” said the colonel, fixing him with those hard blue eyes. “A deep-water Baptist is just what I need, because, you see, boy…” He beckoned him closer. “…what you’re looking for is under a hundred feet of water at the bottom of a coal seam, a lake of black water cold enough to shrink your pecker to the size of a pinworm.”
Gravenholtz laughed.
“Look at him, Lester,” said the Colonel. “Look at him. He didn’t even flinch. I think we may have found our answer to prayer.”
“Speak for yourself, Colonel,” said Gravenholtz.
“What am I looking for, Colonel?”
“That’s not important, not to you anyway,” said the Colonel. “Two or three men should easily be able to raise it. The hard part is finding the right lake. This part of the mountain is mostly limestone and shale, so there’s tunnels and plenty of lakes to choose from, but we’ve narrowed things down. We’re getting close.”
“If I know what I’m looking for, I’ll have a better chance of finding it,” said Moseby.
“The Colonel gave you his answer,” said Gravenholtz.
“Lester said you brought your own equipment,” said the Colonel. “Anything else you need, just say the word.”
“What’s the current status of the digs?” Moseby waved toward the video stations. “Sounded like there was some kind of problem going on.”
The Colonel looked at Gravenholtz.
“Number three is still proceeding on schedule,” Gravenholtz said to the Colonel. “Number seven was another dud.”
“What about number four?” said the Colonel. “They back yet?”
Gravenholtz slouched, scratched at his front teeth with a grimy thumb. “Number eleven’s gone to hell. Had a cave-in a couple days ago. Seemed like half the mountain gave way.”
The Colonel started toward the video stations. “You should have informed me immediately, Lester.”
Moseby was right behind him.
“Didn’t see the need for it, Colonel,” said Gravenholtz. “Not like we can do anything.”
The Colonel stared at the video screen. Turned and glared at Gravenholtz, then turned back to the screen.
“How y’all holding up, boy?” drawled the Colonel.
The man on the video screen sat slumped against a boulder, head resting in his hands. The low-light camera cast a greenish glow on everything.
“Travis?” said the Colonel, louder now.
The video tech switched the sound to the external speakers.
The man’s face on-screen glistened with dust, his hair and eyebrows silvery. A young man made old by rock dust and fatigue. He looked around. “Colonel?” He got awkwardly to his feet, dirt falling off his coveralls. Saluted.
“At ease, Travis,” said the Colonel. “Save your strength.”
Travis licked his lips. Breathing hard. The whites of his eyes stark against his grimy skin. “Sir…are you coming for us?”
“We’re doing our level best,” said the Colonel.
Gravenholtz, standing beside the Colonel, rolled his eyes at Moseby.
“Air’s getting pretty bad, Colonel,” said Travis.
“Just hang on, boy,” said the Colonel. “I’ll be back in a few moments. Got to check on the progress of the rescue team.” He touched a button, cut the sound. Turned to a technician in the corner of the command center. “Well?”
The technician covered the microphone of his headset. Shook his head. “Whole tunnel is unstable, sir.”
“Don’t want to say I told you so, but I did, Colonel,” said Gravenholtz. “Ain’t no big deal. They were on their way out when the roof come down-the lake they found was just a puddle. Nothing there but creepy crawlies.”
Moseby peered at the video screen. Watched as Travis sat back down again, panting now. He reached over, flipped the switch. “Travis? I’m John. Could you move the camera? I want to see the rock face where the cave-in occurred.”
“Sure,” said Travis. “Sure.” He got up slowly, picked up the camera. The screen view bobbled as he staggered down the tunnel, the light from the camera bouncing off the walls. The sound of his breathing echoed. “It…it was down here.”
“Hey!” said Gravenholtz. “That’s not your business!”
“Stand down, Lester,” said the Colonel.
Moseby leaned closer to the screen. “Travis, could you please hold the camera still?”
“Okay,” said Travis. “Hard, though. Can’t decide if I’m freezing or roasting.”
“Just do your best,” said Moseby. The image steadied, and Moseby felt an ache in his stomach.
“I’m tired, sir,” said Travis. “You mind if I lie down?”
“No…not at all,” said Moseby. “You should rest, Travis.”
Travis sat back down, slumped forward.
“You should have called me when it first caved in,” Moseby said to Gravenholtz. “Might have had a chance drilling a slant tunnel. It’s too late now.”
“Who died and made you boss?” snarled Gravenholtz.
“Daddy!”
They all turned as a young woman launched herself across the control center, blew past the guards, and wrapped herself around the Colonel.