"I"ll play her a lone hand."
"Alone!" exclaimed Johnson, his confidence visibly cooling.
"Alone! Do you think you can make her?"
"I"ll be back with those cattle in not more than ten days."
"And the man," supplemented the Senor.
"And the man. What"s more, I want that money here when I come in. I don"t aim to stay in this country over night."
A grin overspread Buck Johnson"s countenance. He understood.
"Climate not healthy for you?" he hazarded. "I guess you"d be safe enough all right with us. But suit yourself. The money will be here."
"That"s agreed?" insisted the two-gun man.
"Sure."
"I want a fresh horse--I"ll leave mine--he"s a good one. I want a little grub."
"All right. Parker"ll fit you out."
The stranger rose.
"I"ll see you in about ten days."
"Good luck," Senor Buck Johnson wished him.
CHAPTER FOUR
THE ACCOMPLISHMENT
The next morning Buck Johnson took a trip down into the "pasture" of five hundred wire-fenced acres.
"He means business," he confided to Jed Parker, on his return. "That cavallo of his is a heap sight better than the Shorty horse we let him take. Jed, you found your man with nerve, all right. How did you do it?"
The two settled down to wait, if not with confidence, at least with interest. Sometimes, remembering the desperate character of the outlaws, their fierce distrust of any intruder, the wildness of the country, Buck Johnson and his foreman inclined to the belief that the stranger had undertaken a task beyond the powers of any one man.
Again, remembering the stranger"s cool grey eye, the poise of his demeanour, the quickness of his movements, and the two guns with tied holsters to permit of easy withdrawal, they were almost persuaded that he might win.
"He"s one of those long-chance fellows," surmised Jed. "He likes excitement. I see that by the way he takes up with my knife play.
He"d rather leave his hide on the fence than stay in the corral."
"Well, he"s all right," replied Senor Buck Johnson, "and if he ever gets back, which same I"m some doubtful of, his dinero"ll be here for him."
In pursuance of this he rode in to Willets, where shortly the overland train brought him from Tucson the five thousand dollars in double eagles.
In the meantime the regular life of the ranch went on. Each morning Sang, the Chinese cook, rang the great bell, summoning the men. They ate, and then caught up the saddle horses for the day, turning those not wanted from the corral into the pasture. Shortly they jingled away in different directions, two by two, on the slow Spanish trot of the cow-puncher. All day long thus they would ride, without food or water for man or beast, looking the range, identifying the stock, branding the young calves, examining generally into the state of affairs, gazing always with grave eyes on the magnificent, flaming, changing, beautiful, dreadful desert of the Arizona plains. At evening when the coloured atmosphere, catching the last glow, threw across the Chiricahuas its veil of mystery, they jingled in again, two by two, untired, unhasting, the glory of the desert in their deep-set, steady eyes.
And all the day long, while they were absent, the cattle, too, made their pilgrimage, straggling in singly, in pairs, in bunches, in long files, leisurely, ruminantly, without haste. There, at the long troughs filled by the windmill of the blindfolded pump mule, they drank, then filed away again into the mists of the desert. And Senor Buck Johnson, or his foreman, Parker, examined them for their condition, noting the increase, remarking the strays from another range. Later, perhaps, they, too, rode abroad. The same thing happened at nine other ranches from five to ten miles apart, where dwelt other fierce, silent men all under the authority of Buck Johnson.
And when night fell, and the topaz and violet and saffron and amethyst and mauve and lilac had faded suddenly from the Chiricahuas, like a veil that has been rent, and the ramparts had become slate-grey and then black--the soft-breathed night wandered here and there over the desert, and the land fell under an enchantment even stranger than the day"s.
So the days went by, wonderful, fashioning the ways and the characters of men. Seven pa.s.sed. Buck Johnson and his foreman began to look for the stranger. Eight, they began to speculate. Nine, they doubted. On the tenth they gave him up--and he came.
They knew him first by the soft lowing of cattle. Jed Parker, dazzled by the lamp, peered out from the door, and made him out dimly turning the animals into the corral. A moment later his pony"s hoofs impacted softly on the baked earth, he dropped from the saddle and entered the room.
"I"m late," said he briefly, glancing at the clock, which indicated ten; "but I"m here."
His manner was quick and sharp, almost breathless, as though he had been running.
"Your cattle are in the corral: all of them. Have you the money?"
"I have the money here," replied Buck Johnson, laying his hand against a drawer, "and it"s ready for you when you"ve earned it. I don"t care so much for the cattle. What I wanted is the man who stole them. Did you bring him?"
"Yes, I brought him," said the stranger. "Let"s see that money."
Buck Johnson threw open the drawer, and drew from it the heavy canvas sack.
"It"s here. Now bring in your prisoner."
The two-gun man seemed suddenly to loom large in the doorway. The muzzles of his revolvers covered the two before him. His speech came short and sharp.
"I told you I"d bring back the cows and the one who rustled them," he snapped. "I"ve never lied to a man yet. Your stock is in the corral.
I"ll trouble you for that five thousand. I"m the man who stole your cattle!"
PART III
THE RAWHIDE
CHAPTER ONE
THE Pa.s.sING OF THE COLT"S FORTY-FIVE
The man of whom I am now to tell you came to Arizona in the early days of Chief Cochise. He settled in the Soda Springs Valley, and there persisted in spite of the devastating forays of that Apache. After a time he owned all the wells and springs in the valley, and so, naturally, controlled the grazing on that extensive free range. Once a day the cattle, in twos and threes, in bands, in strings, could be seen winding leisurely down the deep-trodden and converging trails to the water troughs at the home ranch, there leisurely to drink, and then leisurely to drift away into the saffron and violet and amethyst distances of the desert. At ten other outlying ranches this daily scene was repeated. All these cattle belonged to the man, great by reason of his priority in the country, the balance of his even character, and the grim determination of his spirit.
When he had first entered Soda Springs Valley his companions had called him Buck Johnson. Since then his form had squared, his eyes had steadied to the serenity of a great authority, his mouth, shadowed by the moustache and the beard, had closed straight in the line of power and taciturnity. There was about him more than a trace of the Spanish.
So now he was known as Senor Johnson, although in reality he was straight American enough.
Senor Johnson lived at the home ranch with a Chinese cook, and Parker, his foreman. The home ranch was of adobe, built with loopholes like a fort. In the obsolescence of this necessity, other buildings had sprung up unfortified. An adobe bunkhouse for the cow-punchers, an adobe blacksmith shop, a long, low stable, a shed, a windmill and pond-like reservoir, a whole system of corrals of different sizes, a walled-in vegetable garden--these gathered to themselves cottonwoods from the moisture of their being, and so added each a little to the green spot in the desert. In the smallest corral, between the stable and the shed, stood a buckboard and a heavy wagon, the only wheeled vehicles about the place. Under the shed were rows of saddles, riatas, spurs mounted with silver, bits ornamented with the same metal, curved short irons for the range branding, long, heavy "stamps" for the corral branding. Behind the stable lay the "pasture," a thousand acres of desert fenced in with wire. There the hardy cow-ponies sought out the spa.r.s.e, but nutritious, bunch gra.s.s, sixty of them, beautiful as antelope, for they were the pick of Senor Johnson"s herds.