Heart"s Desire.
by Emerson Hough.
CHAPTER I
THE LAND OF HEART"S DESIRE
_This being in Part the Story of Curly, the Can of Oysters, and the Girl from Kansas_
"It looks a long ways acrost from here to the States," said Curly, as we pulled up our horses at the top of the Capitan divide. We gazed out over a vast, rolling sea of red-brown earth which stretched far beyond and below the nearer foothills, black with their growth of stunted pines. This was a favorite pausing place of all travellers between the county-seat and Heart"s Desire; partly because it was a summit reached only after a long climb from either side of the divide; partly, perhaps, because it was a notable view-point in a land full of n.o.ble views. Again, it may have been a customary tarrying point because of some vague feeling shared by most travellers who crossed this trail,--the same feeling which made Curly, hardened citizen as he was of the land west of the Pecos, turn a speculative eye eastward across the plains. We could not see even so far as the Pecos, though it seemed from our lofty situation that we looked quite to the ultimate, searching the utter ends of all the earth.
"Yours is up that-a-way;" Curly pointed to the northeast. "Mine was that-a-way." He shifted his leg in the saddle as he turned to the right and swept a comprehensive hand toward the east, meaning perhaps Texas, perhaps a series of wild frontiers west of the Lone Star state.
I noticed the nice distinction in Curly"s tenses. He knew the man more recently arrived west of the Pecos, possibly later to prove a backslider. As for himself, Curly knew that he would never return to his wild East; yet it may have been that he had just a touch of the home feeling which is so hard to lose, even in a homeless country, a man"s country pure and simple, as was surely this which now stretched wide about us. Somewhere off to the east, miles and miles beyond the red sea of sand and _grama_ gra.s.s, lay Home.
"And yet," said Curly, taking up in speech my unspoken thought, "you can"t see even halfway to Vegas up there." No. It was a long two hundred miles to Las Vegas, long indeed in a freighting wagon, and long enough even in the saddle and upon as good a horse as each of us now bestrode. I nodded. "And it"s some more"n two whoops and a holler to my ole place," said he. Curly remained indefinite; for, though presently he hummed something about the sun and its brightness in his old Kentucky home, he followed it soon thereafter with musical allusion to the Suwanee River. One might have guessed either Kentucky or Georgia in regard to Curly, even had one not suspected Texas from the look of his saddle cinches.
It was the day before Christmas. Yet there was little winter in this sweet, thin air up on the Capitan divide. Off to the left the Patos Mountains showed patches of snow, and the top of Carrizo was yet whiter, and even a portion of the highest peak of the Capitans carried a blanket of white; but all the lower levels were red-brown, calm, complete, unchanging, like the whole aspect of this far-away and finished country, whereto had come, long ago, many Spaniards in search of wealth and dreams; and more recently certain Anglo-Saxons, also dreaming, who sought in a stolen hiatus of the continental conquest nothing of more value than a deep and sweet oblivion.
It was a Christmas-tide different enough from that of the States toward which Curly pointed. We looked eastward, looked again, turned back for one last look before we tightened the cinches and started down the winding trail which led through the foothills along the flank of the Patos Mountains, and so at last into the town of Heart"s Desire.
"Lord!" said Curly, reminiscently, and quite without connection with any thought which had been uttered. "Say, it was fine, wasn"t it, Christmas? We allus had firecrackers then. And eat! Why, man!" This allusion to the firecrackers would have determined that Curly had come from the South, which alone has a midwinter Fourth of July, possibly because the populace is not content with only one annual smell of gunpowder. "We had trees where I came from," said I. "And eat! Yes, man!"
"Some different here now, ain"t it?" said Curly, grinning; and I grinned in reply with what fort.i.tude I could muster. Down in Heart"s Desire there was a little, a very little cabin, with a bunk, a few blankets, a small table, and a box nailed against the wall for a cupboard. I knew what was in the box, and what was not in it, and I so advised my friend as we slipped down off the bald summit of the Capitans and came into the shelter of the short, black pinons. Curly rode on for a little while before he made answer.
"Why," said he, at length, "ain"t you heard? You"re in with our rodeo on Christmas dinner. McKinney, and Tom Osby, and Dan Anderson, the other lawyer, and me,--we"re going to have Christmas dinner at Andersen"s "dobe in town to-morrer. You"re in. You mayn"t like it.
Don"t you mind. The directions says to take it, and you take it. It"s goin" to be one of the largest events ever knowed in this here settlement. Of course, there"s goin" to be some canned things, and some sardines, and some everidge liquids. You guess what besides that."
I told him I couldn"t guess.
"Sh.o.r.e you couldn"t," said Curly, dangling his bridle from the little finger of his left hand as he searched in his pocket for a match. He had rolled a cigarette with one hand, and now he called it a _cigarrillo_. These facts alone would have convicted him of coming from somewhere near the Rio Grande.
"Sh.o.r.e you couldn"t," repeated Curly, after he had his bit of brown paper going. "I reckon not in a hundred years. Champagne! Whole quart! Yes, sir. Cost eighteen dollars. Mac, he got it. Billy Hudgens had just this one bottle in the shop, left over from the time the surveyors come over here and we thought there was goin" to be a railroad, which there wasn"t. But Lord! that ain"t all. It ain"t the beginnin". You guess again. No, I reckon you couldn"t," said he, scornfully. "You couldn"t in your whole life guess what next. We got a _cake_!"
"Go on, Curly," said I, scoffingly; for I knew that the possibilities of Heart"s Desire did not in the least include anything resembling cake. Any of the boys could fry bacon or build a section of bread in a Dutch oven--they had to know how to do that or starve. But as to cake, there was none could compa.s.s it. And I knew there was not a woman in all Heart"s Desire.
Curly enjoyed his advantage for a few moments as we wound on down the trail among the pinons. "Heap o" things happened since you went down to tend co"te," said he. "You likely didn"t hear of the new family moved in last week. Come from Kansas."
"Then there"s a girl," said I; for I was far Westerner enough to know that all the girls ever seen west of the Pecos came from Kansas, the same as all the baled hay and all the fresh b.u.t.ter. Potatoes came from Iowa; but b.u.t.ter, hay, and girls came from Kansas. I asked Curly if the head of the new family came from Leavenworth.
""Course he did," said Curly. "And I"ll bet a steer he"ll be postmaster or somethin" in a few brief moments." This in reference to another well-known fact in natural history as observed west of the Pecos; for it was matter of common knowledge among all Western men that the town of Leavenworth furnished early office-holders for every new community from the Missouri to the Pacific.
Curly continued; "This feller"ll do well here, I reckon, though just now he"s broke a-plenty. But what was he goin" to do? His team breaks down and he can"t get no further. Looks like he"d just have to stop and be postmaster or somethin" for us here for a while. Can"t be Justice of the Peace; another Kansas man"s got that. As to them two girls--man! The camp"s got on its best clothes right this instant, don"t you neglect to think. Both good lookers. Youngest"s a peach.
I"m goin" to marry _her_." Curly turned aggressively in his saddle and looked me squarely in the eye, his hat pushed back from his tightly curling red hair.
"That"s all right, Curly," said I, mildly. "You have my consent. Have you asked the girl about it yet?"
"Ain"t had time yet," said he. "But you watch me."
"What"s the name of the family?" I asked as we rode along together.
"Blamed if I remember exactly," replied Curly, scratching his head, "but they"re sh.o.r.e good folks. Old man"s sort o" pious, I reckon.
Anyhow, that"s what Tom Osby says. He driv along from Hocradle canon with "em on the road from Vegas. Said the old man helt services every mornin" before breakfast. More services"n breakfast sometimes. Tom, he says old Whiskers--that"s our next postmaster--he sings a-plenty, lifts up his voice exceeding. Say," said Curly, turning on me again fiercely, "that"s one reason I"d marry the girl if for nothing else.
It takes more"n a ba.s.s voice and a copy of the Holy Scriptures to make a Merry Christmas. Why, man, say, when I think of what a time we all are going to have,--you, and me, and Mac, and Tom Osby, and Dan Anderson, with all them things of our"n, and all these here things on the side--champagne and all that,--it looks like this world ain"t run on the square, don"t it?"
I a.s.sured Curly that this had long been one of my own conclusions.
a.s.suredly I had not the bad manners to thank him for his invitation to join him in this banquet at Heart"s Desire, knowing as I did Curly"s acquaintance with the fact that young attorneys had not always abundance during their first year in a quasi-mining camp that was two-thirds cow town; such being among the possibilities of that land.
I returned to the cake.
"Where"d we git it?" said Curly. "Why, where"d you s"pose we got it?
Do you think Dan Anderson has took to pastry along with the statoots made and pervided? As for Dan, he ain"t been here so very long, but he"s come to stay. We"re goin" to send him to Congress if we ever get time to organize our town, or find out what county we"re in. How"d our Delergate look spreadin" jelly cake? Nope, he didn"t make it. And does it look any like Mac has studied bakery doin"s out on the Carrizoso ranch? You know Tom Osby couldn"t. As for me, if hard luck has ever driv me to cookin" in the past, I ain"t referrin" to it now.
I"m a straight-up cow puncher and nothin" else. That cake? Why, it come from the Kansas outfit.
"Don"t know which one of "em done it, but it"s a honey," he went on.
"Say, she"s a foot high, with white stuff a inch high all over. She"s soft around the aidge some, for I stuck my finger intoe it just a little. We just got it recent and we"re night-herdin" it where it"s cool. Cost a even ten dollars. The old lady said she"d make the price all right, but Mac and me, we sort of sized up things and allowed we"d drop about a ten in their recep_ti_cle when we come to pay for that cake. This family, you see, moved intoe the cabin Hank Fogarty and Jim Bond left when they went away,--it"s right acrost the "royo from Dan Anderson"s office, where we"re goin" to eat to-morrer.
"Now, how that woman could make a cake like this here in one of them narrer, upside-down Mexican ovens--no stove at all--no nothing--say, that"s some like adoptin" yourself to circ.u.mstances, ain"t it? Why, man, I"d marry intoe that fam"ly if I didn"t do nothing else long as I lived. They ain"t no Mexican money wrong side of the river. No counterfeit there regardin" a happy home--cuttin" out the ba.s.s voice and givin" "em a leetle better line of gra.s.s and water, eh? Well, I reckon not. Watch me fly _to_ it."
The idiom of Curly"s speech was at times a trifle obscure to the uneducated ear. I gathered that he believed these newcomers to be of proper social rank, and that he was also of the opinion that a certain mending in their material matters might add to the happiness of the family.
"But say," he began again shortly, "I ain"t told you half about our dinner."
"That is to say--" said I.
"We"re goin" to have oysters!" he replied.
"Oh, Curly!" objected I, petulantly, "what"s the use lying? I"ll agree that you may perhaps marry the girl--I don"t care anything about that. But as to oysters, you know there never was an oyster in Heart"s Desire, and never will be, world without end."
"Huh!" said Curly. "Huh!" And presently, "Is that _so_?"
"You know it"s so," said I.
"Is that so?" reiterated he once more. "Nice way to act, ain"t it, when you"re ast out to dinner in the best society of the place? Tell a feller he"s shy on facts, when all he"s handin" out is just the plain, unfreckled truth, for onct at least. We got oysters, four cans of "em, and done had "em for a month. They"re up there." He jerked a thumb toward the top of old Carrizo Mountain. I looked at the snow, and in a flash comprehended. There, indeed, was cold storage, the only cold storage possible in Heart"s Desire!
"Tom Osby brought "em down from Vegas the last time he come down," said Curly. "They"re there, sir, four cans of "em. You know where the Carrizo spring is? Well, there"s a s...o...b..nk in that canon, about two hundred yards off to the left of the spring. The oysters is in there.
Keep? They got to keep!
"Them"s the only oysters ever was knowed between the Pecos and the Rio Grande," he continued pridefully. "Now I want to ask you, friend, if this ain"t just a leetle the dashed blamedest, hottest Christmas dinner ever was pulled off?"
"Curly," said I, "you are a continuous surprise to me."
"The trouble with you is," said Curly, lighting another cigarette, "you look the wrong way from the top of the divide. Never mind about home and mother. Them is States inst.i.tooshuns. The only feller any good here is the feller that comes to stay, and likes it. You like it?"
"Yes, Curly," I replied seriously, "I do like it, and I"m going to stay if I can."
"Well, you be mighty blamed careful if that"s the way you feel about it," said Curly. "I got my own eye on that girl from Kansas, and I serve notice right here. No use for you or Mac or any of you to be a-tryin" to cut out any stock for me. I seen it first."
We dropped down and ever down as we rode on along the winding mountain trail. The dark sides of the Patos Mountains edged around to the back of us, and the scarred flanks of big Carrizo came farther and farther forward along our left cheeks as we rode on. Then the trail made a sharp bend to the left, zigzagged a bit to get through a series of broken ravines, and at last topped the low false divide which rose at the upper end of the valley of Heart"s Desire.