Sawtooth Ranch

Chapter 23

"The girl and the Swede got in the way when I tried to b.u.mp Brit off.

I"d have gone into the canyon and finished him with a rock, but they beat me to it. The girl herself I couldn"t get at very well and make it look accidental--and anyway, I never did kill a woman, and I"d hate it like h.e.l.l. I figured if her dad got killed, she"d leave.

"And let me tell you, folks, Warfield raised h.e.l.l with me because Brit Hunter wasn"t killed when he pitched over the grade. He held out on me for that job--so I"m collecting five hundred dollars" worth of fun right now. He did say he"d pay me after Brit was dead, but it looks like he"s going to pull through, so I ain"t counting much on getting my money outa Warfield.

"Frank I got, and made a clean job of it. And yesterday morning the girl played into my hands. She rode over to the Sawtooth, and I got her at Thurman"s place, on her way home, and figured I"d marry her and take a chance on keeping her quiet afterwards. I"d have been down the Pa.s.s in another two hours and heading for the nearest county seat.

She"d have married me, too. She knows I"d have killed her if she didn"t--which I would. I"ve been square with her--she"ll tell you that. I told her, when I took her, just what I was going to do with her. So that"s all straight. She"s been scared, I guess, but she ain"t gone hungry, and she ain"t suffered, except in her mind. I don"t fight women, and I"ll say right now, to her and to you, that I"ve got all the respect in the world for this little girl, and if I"d married her I"d have been as good to her as I know how, and as she"d let me be.



"Now I want to tell you folks a few more things about Bill Warfield.

If you want to stop the d.a.m.nest steal in the country, tie a can onto that irrigation scheme of his. He"s out to hold up the State for all he can get, and bleed the poor devils of farmers white, that buys land under that ca.n.a.l. It may look good, but it ain"t good--not by a d.a.m.n sight.

"Yuh know what he"s figuring on doing? Get water in the ca.n.a.l, sell land under a contract that lets him out if the ditch breaks, or something so he _can"t_ supply water at any time. And when them poor suckers gets their crops all in, and at the point where they"ve got to have water or lose out, something"ll happen to the supply. Folks, I _know_! I"m a reliable man, and I"ve rode with a rope around my neck for over five years, and Warfield offered me the same old five hundred every time I monkeyed with the water supply as ordered. He"d have done it slick; don"t worry none about that. The biggest band of thieves he could get together is that company. So if you folks have got any sense, you"ll bust it up right now.

"Bill Warfield, what I"ve got to say to you won"t take long. You thought you"d make a grand-stand play with the law, and at the same time put me outa the way. You figured I"d resist arrest, and you"d have a chance to shoot me down. I know your rotten mind better than you do. You wanted to b.u.mp me off, but you wanted to do it in a way that"d put you in right with the public. Killing me for kidnapping this girl would sound d.a.m.n romantic in the newspapers, and it wouldn"t have a thing to do with Thurman or Frank Johnson, or any of the rest that I"ve sent over the trail for you.

"Right now you"re figuring how you"ll get around this bawling-out I"m giving you. There"s n.o.body to take down what I say, and I"m just a mean, ornery outlaw and killer, talking for spite. With your pull you expect to get this smoothed over and hushed up, and have me at a hanging bee, and everything all right for Bill! Well----"

His eyes left Warfield"s face and went beyond the staring group. His face darkened, a sneer twisted his lips.

"Who"re them others?" he cried harshly. "Was you afraid four wouldn"t be enough to take me?"

The four turned heads to look. Bill Warfield never looked back, for Al"s gun spoke, and Warfield sagged at the knees and the shoulders, and he slumped to the ground at the instant when Al"s gun spoke again.

"That"s for you, Lone Morgan," Al cried, as he fired again. "She talked about you in her sleep last night. She called you Loney, and she wanted you to come and get her. I was going to kill you first chance I got. I coulda loved this little girl. I--could----"

He was down, bleeding and coughing and trying to talk. Swan had shot him, and two of the deputies who had been there through half of Al"s bitter talk. Lorraine, unable to get up and run, too st.u.r.dy of soul to faint, had rolled over and away from him, her lips held tightly together, her eyes wide with horror. Al crawled after her, his eyes pleading.

"Little Spitfire--I shot your Loney--but I"d have been good to you, girl. I watched yuh all night--and I couldn"t help loving yuh.

I--couldn"t----" That was all. Within three feet of her, his face toward her and his eyes agonising to meet hers, he died.

CHAPTER XXIV

ANOTHER STORY BEGINS

This chapter is very much like a preface: it is not absolutely necessary, although many persons will read it and a few will be glad that it was written.

The story itself is ended. To go on would be to begin another story; to tell of the building up of the Quirt outfit, with Lone and Lone"s savings playing a very important part, and with Brit a semi-invalided, retired stockman who smoked his pipe and told the young couple what they should do and how they should do it.

Frank he mourned for and seldom mentioned. The Sawtooth, under the management of a greatly chastened young Bob Warfield, was slowly winning its way back to the respect of its neighbours.

For certain personal reasons there was no real neighbourliness between the Quirt and the Sawtooth. There could not be, so long as Brit"s memory remained clear, and Bob was every day reminded of the crimes his father had paid a man to commit. Moreover, Southerners are jealous of their women,--it is their especial prerogative. And Lone suspected that, given the opportunity, Bob Warfield would have fallen in love with Lorraine. Indeed, he suspected that any man in the country would have done that. Al Woodruff had, and he was noted for his indifference to women and his implacable hardness toward men.

But you are not to accuse Lone of being a jealous husband. He was not, and I am merely pointing out the fact that he might have been, had he been given any cause.

Oh, by the way, Swan "proved up" as soon as possible on his homestead and sold out to the Quirt. Lone managed to buy the Thurman ranch also, and the TJ up-and-down is on its feet again as a cattle ranch. Sorry and Jim will ride for the Quirt, I suppose, as long as they can crawl into a saddle, but there are younger men now to ride the Skyline Meadow range.

Some one asked about Yellowjacket, having, I suppose, a sneaking regard for his infirmities. He hasn"t been peeled yet--or he hadn"t, the last I heard of him. Lone and Lorraine told me they were trying to save him for the "Little Feller" to practise on when he is able to sit up without a cushion behind his back, and to hold something besides a rubber rattle. And--oh, do you know how Lone is teaching the Little Feller to sit up on the floor? He took a horse collar and scrubbed it until he nearly wore out the leather. Then he brought it to the cabin, put it on the floor and set the Little Feller inside it.

They sent me a snap-shot of the event, but it is not very good. The film was under-exposed, and nothing was to be seen of the Little Feller except a hazy spot which I judged was a hand, holding a black object I guessed was the ridgy, rubber rattle with the whistle gone out of the end,--down the Little Feller"s throat, they are afraid. And there was his smile, and a glimpse of his eyes.

Aren"t you envious as sin, and glad they"re so happy?

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