The pathos of her situation, the slim, helpless, wonderful youth of the girl, touched the not very accessible heart of Dinsmore.
"You bet I"m not. He"ll cut out that kind o" talk right now," he said.
The eyes of Ramona met his, and she knew she was safe. This man had the respect for a good woman that was characteristic of the turbulent West in its most lawless days. He might be a miscreant and a murderer, but he would fight at the drop of a hat in response to the appeal of any woman who was "straight."
"Playin" up to Clint, are you, Homer?" sneered the other man. "You better take her straight home like she wants, since you"re so friendly to the family."
"That"s exactly what I"m goin" to do," retorted Dinsmore. "Any objections?"
Gurley dropped his sneer instantly. His alarm voiced itself in a wheedling apology. "I didn"t go for to rile you, Homer. O" course you cayn"t do that. We got to stick together. The Indians is one reason. An"
there"s another. No need for me to tell you what it is."
"You"ll have to wait for me in the canon till I get back. It"s not far from here to you-know-where. I"m goin" to take the horses an" see this girl back to her home."
"You"re good," Ramona said simply.
"You"re not figurin" on takin" my horse, are you?" Gurley burst out with an oath.
"You"ve done guessed it, Steve. You"ll have to hoof it into the canon."
"Like h.e.l.l I will. Take another think, my friend."
The eyes of the men clashed, one pair filled with impotent rage, the other cold and hard as polished steel on a frosty morning.
Gurley yielded sullenly. "It"s no square deal, Homer. We didn"t bring her here. Why cayn"t she go along with us an" hole up till the "Paches are gone an" till ... things kinda settle down?"
"Because she"s got no business with folks like us. Her place is back at the A T O, an" that"s where I aim to take her. She"s had one h.e.l.l of a time, if you ask me. What that kid needs is for her home folks to tuck her up in bed an" send her to sleep. She"s had about all the trouble a li"l" trick like her can stand, I shouldn"t wonder."
"You ain"t her nurse," growled Gurley.
"That"s why I"m goin" to take her home to those that are. "Nuff said, Steve. What I say goes."
"You act mighty high-heeled," grumbled the other man.
"Mebbeso," replied Dinsmore curtly. "Saddle the horses, Steve."
"I dunno as I"m yore horse-rustler," mumbled Gurley, smothering his sullen rage. None the less he rose slowly and shuffled away toward the hobbled horses.
"Mona touched Dinsmore on the sleeve. Her soft eyes poured grat.i.tude on him. "I"ll remember this as long as I live. No matter what anybody says I"ll always know that you"re good."
The blood crept up beneath the tan of the outlaw"s face. It had been many years since an innocent child had made so nave a confession of faith in him. He was a bad-man, and he knew it. But at the core of him was a dynamic spark of self-respect that had always remained alight. He had ridden crooked trails through all his gusty lifetime. His hand had been against every man"s, but at least he had fought fair and been loyal to his pals. And there had never been a time when a good woman need be afraid to look him in the face.
"Sho! Nothin" to that. I gotta take you home so as you won"t be in the way," he told her with a touch of embarra.s.sed annoyance.
No man alive knew this country better than Homer Dinsmore. Every draw was like its neighbor, every rolling rise a replica of the next. But the outlaw rode as straight a course as if his road had been marked out for him by stakes across the plains. He knew that he might be riding directly toward a posse of Rangers headed for Palo Duro to round up the stage robbers. He could not help that. He would have to take his chance of an escape in case they met such a posse.
The sun climbed high in the heavens.
"How far do you think we are now from the ranch?" asked Ramona.
"Most twenty miles. We"ve been swingin" well to the left. I reckon we can cut in now."
They climbed at a walk a little hill and looked across a wide sweep of country before them. Ramona gave a startled cry and pointed an outstretched finger at some riders emerging from a dry wash.
""Paches!" cried Dinsmore. "Back over the hill, girl."
They turned, but too late. On the breeze there came to them a yell that sent the blood from "Mona"s heart.
CHAPTER x.x.xVII
ON A HOT TRAIL
Roberts picked up from the fort a Mescalero Apache famous as a trailer.
He reckoned to be rather expert in that line himself, but few white men could boast of such skill as old Guadaloupe had.
Jumbo Wilkins was one of the posse Jack had hastily gathered. "I"m good an" glad I was in town an" not out herdin" _vacas_, Tex. A fellow kinda needs a little excitement oncet in a while. I got a hunch we"re goin" to git these birds this time."
"You"re the greatest little optimist I ever did see, Jumbo," answered the Ranger with a smile. "We"re goin" to strike a cold trail of men who know every inch of this country an" are ridin" h.e.l.l-for-leather to make a get-away. We"re liable to ride our broncs to shadows an" never see hair or hide of the fellows we want. I"d like to know what license you"ve got for yore hunch."
"You"re such a lucky guy, Tex. If you was lookin" for a needle in a haystack you"d find it in yore mouth when you picked up a straw to chew on."
"Lucky, nothin". A man makes his own luck, I always did tell you, an" I haven"t b.u.mped into any yet. You don"t see any big bunch of fat cows with my brand on "em, do you? I"m pluggin" along for a dollar a day with a promise from Cap Ellison that I"ll probably cash in soon with my boots on. Old Man Luck always hides behind the door when I pa.s.s, if there"s any such Santa Claus in the business."
"All the way you look at it. Didn"t Clint Wadley offer you the job of bossin" the best cow-ranch in the Panhandle?"
"An" didn"t I have to turn down his offer an" hang on to a dollar-a-day job?"
"Then you saved Miss "Mona from that bull an" made a friend of her."
"Yes, an" then I b.u.t.ted in an" kept the Kiowas from mussin" up Art Ridley, who is liable to ask me to stand up with him when he marries Miss Ramona," added the Ranger.
"Shucks! She"ll never marry Ridley so long as you"re runnin" around unbranded, son."
"A lot you know about girls, Jumbo," said Roberts with a rueful grin. "I don"t know sic" "em about the things they like. I"m one chaparral-raised roughneck. That little lady never wasted two thoughts on me. But Art--he knows a lot about books an" style an" New York"s four hundred. He"s good to look at, clean, knows how to talk, an" makes a sure-enough hit with the girls."
"He"s a sissy boy beside you. No Texas girl would look twice--"
"Nothin" a-tall to that. Didn"t he save Clint Wadley"s life? Didn"t he stay by Dinsmore when the Kiowas had "em holed? He fought good enough to get shot up this mo"nin", didn"t he? No, sir. You"ll find he"s got me backed off the map so far as Miss Ramona goes. I know it, old-timer."
"Where do you get that notion you"re a roughneck, Tex?" asked Jumbo.
"You"ve read more books than any man on the range. You don"t h.e.l.l around like most of the boys. You don"t drink. Mebbe you ain"t exactly pretty, but yore face doesn"t scare critters when they see it onexpected. An"
when the band begins to play--Gentlemen, watch Tex."
"If the girls would only let you do the pickin" for "em, Jumbo,"