Purdy scowled: "Well, what if she is? What you drivin" at? If you got somethin" to say, why the h.e.l.l don"t you say it?"
Grimshaw cleared his throat: "They ain"t never no good comes from mixin"
up with women--in our business. If they"re good women they ain"t goin"
to have no truck with such as us, nohow--an" if they ain"t, they"ll double-cross you sure as h.e.l.l sometime or other. I"ve read where most of the crooks an" outlaws that"s caught, is caught "cause they was stuck on some woman--either the woman double-crossed "em, or the sheriffs or officers watches the woman, an" nabs the man when he goes to see her.
"Twas a woman got Billy the Kid caught--an" I could name some more right here in Montana."
"Guess ridin" over to git McWhorter to fetch me out some tobacco from town ain"t goin" to hurt none."
"No. Only McWhorter won"t be goin" to town till after lambin", an" it looks like he could remember tobacco with one tellin", instead of six in ten days."
Purdy"s anger flared up: "Keep pretty close cases, don"t you? Whose business is it if I was over there sixteen times? I ain"t in jail, am I?"
"No--not yet, you ain"t." Grimshaw"s voice was low and hard. The game had ceased, and the four others were watching the two. "An", by the way things is framin", I don"t expect you"ll ever git there." There was something ominous in the man"s words, and Purdy shifted uncomfortably.
"I didn"t s"pose it mattered what a man done--between jobs," he muttered.
"It don"t--so long as he leaves women alone, an" don"t do nothin" that puts this gang in bad."
"I never told her nothin" about the gang. I ain"t goin" to marry her."
"I know d.a.m.ned well you ain"t. She despises you because yer a horse-thief." Grimshaw"s voice suddenly dropped lower, "an", if she know"d what I know--an" what all Wolf River knows she"d know that yer horse-thievin" is the best thing about you."
Purdy laughed nastily: "Cinnabar Joe spilled a mouthful, did he? I fell down on that job--maybe I"ll have better luck, next time."
Grimshaw nodded: "Mebbe you will. But, McWhorter"s like Cinnabar Joe, an" all the rest that"s friends of mine--he"s safe, an" his stock"s safe, an" By G.o.d, his _girl"s_ safe!" The leader paused and allowed his eyes to travel slowly over the faces of his five companions, "That goes--an" whatever else I say goes." And Purdy, watching narrowly from the corner of his eye, saw that, of the other four only Bill"s eyes stood Grimshaw"s gaze unflinching, and in the dim shadow his lips twisted into a sardonic grin. What Purdy did not see was that Grimshaw had seen exactly what he saw, and not only that, he had seen Purdy"s smile, but with a perfectly impa.s.sive face, the leader spread his blanket and stretched himself upon the floor.
CHAPTER XV
PURDY MAKES A RIDE
Purdy"s altercation with Grimshaw occurred on the night Alice Endicott and the Texan spent on the river. A raid on a bunch of Flying A mares had been planned for the following night, and early in the morning Grimshaw and the man called Bill, pulled out to the northward to locate the mares, while the other outlaws separated to skirmish the surrounding country and make sure that the coast was clear. Purdy"s patrol took him into the vicinity of Red Sand Creek, and as he rode the outlaw smiled grimly: "Grimshaw"s busted," he muttered, "this one job an" he"s through. It"ll be the Purdy gang, then--an", believe me, we ain"t goin"
to stop at runnin" off a few head of horses. This country"s lousy with money, just layin" around for someone to reach out an" take it--an" I"m the bird c"n do it! They"ll be four of us, an" that"s a-plenty. We"ll clean up the Wolf River bank, an" the Zortman gold stage, an" the Lewiston bank, an" a train or two--then it"s me for South America--an"
to h.e.l.l with "em all!" He pulled up abruptly and sat gazing down upon the buildings of McWhorter"s ranch. The cabin door opened, a woman stepped out, emptied a pan of dishwater, and entered the cabin again.
"So, my pretty," sneered the man, "you carry yer nose high. Yer too good for a horse-thief, eh? If you had your way McWhorter would have a posse camped on the ranch till they"d wiped us out. Guess I"ll just slip down an" give you one more chanct. When Purdy"s boss of the gang you won"t be so d.a.m.n _safe_! I ain"t afraid of losin" no friends. Friends never got me nothin". d.a.m.n the nesters! There won"t be no deals when I"m runnin"
the gang. It"ll be every man for himself an" the devil take the hindmost. If a nester"s got anything I want I"ll reach out an" take it--nesters, or banks, or railroads--they all look alike to me. An" if McWhorter"s huzzy don"t throw in with me willin", she"ll come along unwillin". I"ll break her. I"ll take the snap out of them eyes, an" the sneer offen them red lips--she"s the purtiest thing I"ve laid eyes on sence--sence Wolf River--an" I"m goin" to have her!" He swung down into the creek bed, spurred his horse into a run, and pulled up before the door with a flourish, heedless of the fact that one of his horse"s hoofs ground a tiny lamb into the dirt. The door flew open and Janet McWhorter appeared. Her eyes rested for a moment on the little dead lamb, deep red mounted to her cheeks, and when she met Purdy"s glance, her eyes blazed.
The man laughed, and reaching into his pocket, tossing her a gold piece: "What"s lambs worth?" he asked, "that had ought to pay for two or three of "em. Why didn"t the fool thing git out of the way?"
"You brute!" The girl"s voice trembled with pa.s.sion, and s.n.a.t.c.hing the coin from the ground she hurled it into his face.
Purdy caught it in a gloved hand, and again he laughed: "Plenty more of these yeller boys where this come from," he announced flipping the shining disk into the air and catching it, "I"m goin" away fer a few days, jest you say the word, an" when I come back I"ll bring you a--a diamon" ring--diamon" as big as yer thumb nail--I"ll treat you swell if you"ll let me."
The girl cuddled the dead lamb in her arms: "I despise you! I utterly loathe you!"
"Purtier"n ever when yer mad," he opined. "I"ll make you mad sometimes jest for fun----"
"Some day I think I"ll kill you," she spoke in a low, level tone and her eyes stared directly into his.
Purdy laughed loudly: "That"s a good one. Here, do it now." He drew a gun from its holster and grasping it by the barrel, extended the b.u.t.t toward the girl. She shrank into the doorway still clutching the lamb.
The man returned the gun to its place and leaned forward in the saddle, "If you"ll be reasonable--listen: You throw in with me, an" I"ll quit the horse game. I"ve got a-plenty, an" we"ll go somewhere"s an" buy us an outfit--bigger outfit than this, too--an" we"ll settle down. I never liked the business, nohow. I was forced into it when I was young, an"
I"ve always wanted to get out--with a good woman to--to kind of help a feller along----"
The girl laughed harshly. "Don"t try that on me--you can"t get away with it. I"ll tell you once and for all, I despise you. I wouldn"t trust you as far as I would a rattlesnake. You are the most loathesome creature in the world. You"re nothing but a low-down horse-thief, and you never will be anything but a horse-thief, till somebody shoots you--then you"ll be a carrion." Her eyes were blazing again, and Purdy actually winced at her words. "If you were dying of thirst I"d pour alkali dust down your throat. Do I make myself plain? Do you understand now thoroughly just what I think of you? Because if you don"t I"ll go on and explain----"
"Oh, I guess I git you, all right," sneered Purdy, "from what you mentioned I gather you ain"t seriously considerin" me for a husban".
Well, you"ve had yer say--next time it"ll be my turn. Them was hard words, but some day you"ll eat "em--an" when you"ve got "em et, you"ll sing a different tune. Where"s McWhorter?"
"Lambing camp," she answered shortly, and disappeared into the cabin slamming the door behind her.
Purdy sat for a moment staring at the door, then whirled his horse, and rode away. The girl"s words had thrown him into a terrible rage: "This time a week from now, you"ll wish to G.o.d you hadn"t spoke "em," he muttered, and, avoiding the lambing camp, swung toward the river. "Kill me some day, will she? She meant it, too. She"s a h.e.l.l-cat!"
He headed up stream, following the sh.o.r.e of the swollen river, muttering, cursing, plotting as he rode. And so he came to the high bluff that overlooked the mouth of a broad coulee. He paused on the rim of the bluff and stared out over the raging flood. Something directly below him caught his eye, and he glanced downward. A water-logged craft, which he recognized as Long Bill Kearney"s ferry boat, lay grounded against the narrow strip of sloping beach that lay between the foot of the bluff and the river. At the same instant an object lying part way up the slope caught his eye and instinctively he jerked his horse back, swung to the ground and, crawling to the rim of the bluff looked cautiously over the edge. For a long time he stared downward at the motionless form of a woman. Her face was not visible but he could see that she wore a riding costume, and a hat of approved cowboy pattern. In vain his eyes searched the beach, and the bluff, and even the river.
"Crossin" on Long Bill"s ferry an" the cable busted," he muttered, "but, it"s a cinch she wasn"t crossin" alone--an" it"s a cinch they ain"t no one else around--onless they"re up the coulee. Maybe whoever was along got drownded--anyhow, I"m goin" to find out--an" if she"s all alone--"
the man grinned--"maybe she won"t be so d.a.m.ned uppity as McWhorter"s gal." He sprang into the saddle, and, after a careful survey of the bluff and the surrounding bench, headed away from the river and came to the coulee a half-mile back from its mouth at a point where the sides allowed easy descent.
Once in the coulee Purdy again headed for the river, riding slowly, with a hand on the b.u.t.t of his gun. Rounding an abrupt bend, he drew up sharply. Not fifty yards from him, a blaze-faced buckskin, saddled and bridled, with a lariat rope trailing from the saddle horn, was cropping gra.s.s. His eyes surveyed every nook and cranny of the coulee for signs of the rider, but seeing none he approached the horse which raised its head and nickered friendly greeting. He loosened his rope, but the horse made no effort to escape, and riding close the man reached down and secured the reins which he made fast to the horn of his own saddle and dismounted. "Yer a plumb gentle brute," he muttered as he coiled the trailing rope and secured it in place, "Y Bar brand--that"s over somewhere acrost the river." Again he grinned, evilly: "Looks like they come from the other side, in which case, providin" they don"t no men-folks show up in the next few minutes er so, things looks purty favourable for yours truly. With the river like it is, an" the ferry gone, they can"t no one bother from the other side, an" by the time they find out she"s missin", they"ll think she got drownded along with the rest. Things is sure framin" my way, now," he grinned, as he swung into the saddle and, leading the buckskin, headed down the coulee with his thoughts centred on the woman who lay on the little gra.s.sed slope at its mouth. "Be h.e.l.l if she was dead," he growled, "be just my luck--but if she is, I"ll cache her in a mud crack somewheres an" maybe her friends from acrost will stick up a reward, an" I"ll make Cinnabar Joe or Long Bill go an" collect it an" fork it over."
Proceeding cautiously, Purdy rode down the coulee, and at its mouth, dismounted and proceeded directly to the motionless form. Swiftly he stooped and lifted the hat-brim that had pushed forward over her face, then with an oath he leaped erect and jerking his gun from its holster, glared wildly about him. But save for the two horses, and a buzzard that wheeled high in the blue above, there was no living, moving thing within his range of vision, and the only sounds were the soft rattle of bit-chains as the horses thrashed lazily at pestering flies, and the sullen gurgle of the swollen river. Again he swore. His lips drew into a snarl of hate as his glance once more sought the face of the woman. In his eyes the gleam of hot desire commingled with a glitter of revenge as his thoughts flew swiftly to Wolf River--the Texan"s open insult and the pilgrim"s swift shot in the dark. Here, helpless, completely in his power to do with as he pleased, lay the woman who had been the unwitting cause of his undoing! Vengeance was his at last, and he licked his lips in wolfish antic.i.p.ation of the wrecking of that vengeance. The thought of revenge was more sweet in that he never antic.i.p.ated it. The Texan had disappeared altogether, and he had heard from Long Bill that the girl had married the pilgrim in Timber City, and that they had gone back East. But if so, what was she doing here--alone?
Swiftly the man scanned the ground for tracks, but found none. The bootless feet of the Texan had left no mark on the buffalo gra.s.s. Only one horse had gone up the coulee--and he had that horse. Whoever had been with her when the ferry cable broke, had certainly not landed with her at the mouth of the coulee. "Pilgrim"s prob"ly fell out an"
drownded--an" a d.a.m.ned good job--him an" his horse, too--prob"ly the horse got to raisin" h.e.l.l an" jerked him into the river--Long Bill, too, most likely--I"ll swing around by his shack an" see if they"s anything there I want. But, first off, I got to take care of this here lady--silk stockin"s an" all an" the quicker I git to the bad lands with her the better--it ain"t no cinch that the pilgrim, or Long Bill didn"t make sh.o.r.e somewheres else, an" if they did they"ll be huntin" her." After a vain attempt to rouse the girl Purdy led the buckskin close and throwing her over the saddle bound her firmly in place with the rope. Then, leading the buckskin, he rode rapidly up the coulee and coming out on the bench headed up the river for the bad lands only a few short miles away.
CHAPTER XVI
BIRDS OF A FEATHER
Purdy did not hit for the subterranean hang-out of the gang. Instead, after entering the bad lands, he continued on up the river for a distance of several miles, being careful to select footing for the horses among the rock ridges and coulees that would leave no trail--no trail, at least, that any white man could pick up and follow. Two hours later with five or six miles of trailless bad lands behind him he dismounted and, climbing a rocky eminence, carefully surveyed his surroundings. An object upon the river caught his attention, and after a moment"s scrutiny he made out a man in a skiff. The boat was close in sh.o.r.e and the man was evidently scanning the bank. He was still a half-mile above, and clambering hastily down, Purdy led the horses into a patch of scrub a few hundred yards from the river. Loosening the rope, he allowed the body of the unconscious girl to slip to the ground. He secured her feet and hands with a few quick turns of the rope, hobbled the horses, and hastening to the bank concealed himself in a bunch of willows. "If it"s the pilgrim," he muttered, "--well, it"s my turn now." He drew the gun from its holster and twirled the cylinder with his thumb. The boat approached slowly, the man resting on his oars except at such times as it was necessary to force the light craft out of the clutch of backwaters and eddies. Not until he was nearly opposite did Purdy see his face: "Long Bill," he growled, and returning the gun, wriggled from the willows and hailed him. Long Bill shot his boat into a pool of still water and surveyed the man on the bank.
"That you, Purdy?" he drawled.
"Yeh, it"s me. What"s yer hurry?"
Long Bill pondered. He had no wish to run ash.o.r.e. In the skiff were upwards of a hundred of the dodgers hastily struck off at the Timber City printing office, which proclaimed the reward for the Texan and the thousand-dollar reward for information concerning the whereabouts of Alice Endicott. Long Bill was canny. He knew the river and he had figured pretty accurately the probable drift of the ferry boat. He expected to come upon it any time. And he wanted that reward for himself. The hundred dollars offered for the Texan did not interest him at all, but if he could find out what had become of the girl, he could, with no risk to himself, claim the larger reward. Why acquaint Purdy with the fact of the reward? Purdy had a horse and he would ride on ahead and scour the bank. Of course, later, if he should fail to find the boat, or if its occupants had escaped, he would distribute the bills. He wanted to see the Texan caught--he owed him a grudge anyway.
"I got to be goin" on down--got some business below," he answered.
"Huntin" yer ferry?"
Long Bill glared at the questioner. Purdy must have found the flat-boat or he would not have known it was missing. And if he had found the boat, he must know something of its occupants. He could not know of the reward, however, and acting on the theory that half a loaf is better than none, Long Bill reached for his oars and pulled ash.o.r.e.
"That"s what I"m a-huntin"," he answered, "saw any thin" of her?"