Again Smith shook his head.
"Can"t call him to mind, Buck. It might be Huston for size, but he hasn"t got a sorrel in his string, an" then he"s took on too much fat lately to be mistook for you. Go on inside. You"ll want to eat, I guess. I"ll put up the lady"s horse an" be with you in two shakes."
"Thanks, John. But I had supper back at Harte"s. Can you let me have a horse in the morning? I"ll send him back by one of the boys."
"Sure. Take the big roan. An" you don"t have to send him back, either.
I"m ridin" that way myself tomorrow, an" I"ll drop by an" get him."
"Which way are you ridin"?"
"To the Bar X. I got word last week three or four of my steers was over there. I want to see about "em. Before," he added drily, "they get any closer to Dead Man"s."
Thornton"s nod indicated that he understood. And then, suddenly, he said,
"If you"re going that way you can see Miss Waverly through, can"t you?
She"s going to the Corners."
Smith whistled softly.
"Now what the devil is the like of her goin" to that town for?" he demanded.
"I don"t know the answer. But she"s going there." And as partial explanation, he added, "She"s Henry Pollard"s niece."
For a moment Smith pondered the information in silence. Then his only reference to it was a short spoken, "Well, she don"t look it! Anyway, that"s her look-out, an" I"ll see her within half a dozen miles of the border. You"ll turn off this side the Poison Hole, huh?"
"I"ll turn off right here, and right now. I"ve got a curiosity, John,"
and his voice was harder than Winifred Waverly had ever heard it, "to know a thing or two about the way my horse went lame. I"m going to sling my saddle on your roan and take a little ride back to Harte"s. Maybe I can pick up that other jasper"s trail in the canon back there."
The two men went down to the stable, and while the rancher watered and fed the pony Thornton roped the big roan in the fenced-in pasture. Ten minutes after he had come to the Smith place he had saddled and ridden back along the trail toward Harte"s.
The two women in the cabin looked up as Smith came in.
"Where"s Mr. Thornton?" his wife asked.
"He"s gone back," Smith told her. He drew out his chair, sat down and filled his pipe. Before Mrs. Smith"s surprise could find words the girl had started to her feet, crying quickly:
"Gone back! Where?"
"To Harte"s. A man knifed his horse back there." He stopped, lighted his pipe, and then said slowly, with much deep thoughtfulness, "If I was that man I"d ride some tonight! I"d keep right on ridin" until I"d put about seven thousand miles between me an" Buck Thornton. An"
then ... well, then, I guess I"d jest naturally dig a hole an" crawl in it so deep nothin" but my gun stuck out!"
"What did he say?" she asked breathlessly.
"That"s jest it, Miss. He didn"t say much!"
CHAPTER XI
THE BEDLOE BOYS
All thoughts of denouncing Buck Thornton before these people fled before the girl had followed the rancher"s wife into the cabin. They spoke of him only in tones warm with friendship and with something more than mere friendship, an admiration that was tinged with respect. They had known him since first he had come into this country, and although that had been only a little more than a year ago, they had grown to know him as men and women in these far-out places come to know each other, swiftly, intimately.
He was a favourite topic of conversation and they talked of him naturally, readily, and Mrs. Smith, fluently. She recounted, not guessing how eagerly the girl was listening to every word, many an episode which in the aggregate had given him the reputation he bore throughout these wild miles of cattle land, the reputation of a man who was hard, hard as rock "on the outside," as she put it, hard inside, too, when they drove him to it, but naturally as soft-hearted as a baby.
She wished _she_ had a boy like him! Why, when she and John hit hard luck, last year, what with the cattle getting diseased first and her and John getting laid up next, flat of their backs with the grip, that man was an angel in britches and spurs if there ever was an angel in anything! He"d nursed them and cooked for them, and lifted her out of her bed while he made it up himself, just as smooth and nice as you could have done, Miss. And he rode clean into town for a doctor, and brought him out and a lot of store stuff that was nice for sick folks to eat. And he"d paid the doctor, too, and laughed and said he"d come some day and borry the money back when he got busted playing poker!
"And then, all of a sudden, when you"d have thought he was soft that way clean through," she went on, her eyes blazing now at the memory of it, "them Bedloe boys come over lookin" for trouble. An" Buck sure gave it to them!"
"Tell me about it," the girl said quickly. "Who are the Bedloe boys?
What did they do?"
"The Bedloe boys," Mrs. Smith ran on, eager in the recounting, "belong over to the Corners. Or the Corners belongs to them, I don"t know which you"d say. Never heard of them boys? Well, most folks has. There used to be lots like the Bedloe boys when I was a girl, Miss, but thank gracious they"re getting thinned out powerful fast. First an" last an" all the time they"re rowdies an" gunfighters an" bad men. There"s more of their kind in Hill"s Corners, but these are the worst of the outfit. They keep close in to the Corners, seeing it"s right on the state line, where they can dodge from one state to another when it comes handy. Which is right often.
"There"s three of "em. Charley an" Ed an" the youngest one everybody calls the Kid. That"s three an" I guess there"s a good many more would be glad of the chance to shoot Buck up. I guess the Bedloes heard that time that John was sick. Anyway, they come over, all three of "em, hunting trouble. Buck was out in the barn, feeding the horses, an" they didn"t know he was on the ranch. The Kid, he"s the youngest of the mess an" the worst an" the han"somest, with them little yeller curls, an" his daredevil blue eyes, come on ahead, riding his horse right up to the door, yelling like a drunk Injun an" cussing so it made a woman wonder how any woman could ever have a son like him. He tried to ride his horse right in the door, an" when it got scared of me an" John lyin" in bed, an" rared up, the Kid hit it over the head with the gun in his hand, an"
slipped out"n the saddle, laughin" at it stagger.
"But he come on in an" Charley come in, too. Ed Bedloe was out in the far corral, gettin" ready to throw the gate open an" turn out the cows an" stampede "em off"n the ranch. What for?" She lifted her bony shoulders. "Oh, nothin". They"d jus" had trouble with my John about six months before, an" was taking a good chance to smash up things in general about the ranch. They swore they was going to burn the cabin an"
the barn an" scatter the stock an" do anything else they could put their hands to. An" while they was in here, cussing an" abusing my John, who couldn"t even get up an" grab his shotgun in the corner, an" insulting me all they could lay their dirty tongues to, there"s a step at the door right behind "em, light as a cat, an" here"s Buck come in from the barn.
"I wish you"d seen that man"s eyes! Then you"d know what I mean when I say he gets hard, hard an" bitter sometimes. An" his voice--it was so low an" soft you might "a" thought he was putting a baby to sleep with it! There was two of them boys, big an" ugly-mean, an" they both had guns on, in sight. There was jus" one of Buck Thornton, an" I didn"t know yet he ever toted a gun. He uses his hands, mostly, I reckon, Buck does. He didn"t say much. He just got them two hands of his on Charley Bedloe"s neck, an" I thought he was goin" to break it sure. An" Charley got flung clean out in the yard before the Kid had finished going for his gun! You wouldn"t believe a man could be that quick.
"Quick? It wasn"t nothin" to his next play. I tell you the Kid"s hand was on the way to his gun an" Buck didn"t have a gun _on_ him, you"d have said. An" then he _did_ have a gun, an" John an" me didn"t even see where he got it, an" he didn"t seem to be in a hurry, an" he"d shot before the Kid could more"n pull his gun up!"
"He killed him?"
"He could have killed him just as easy as a man rolls a cigareet! There wasn"t six feet between "em. Only men like Buck Thornton don"t kill men unless they got to, I guess. But he shot the Kid in the arm, takin" them chances as cool as an icicle; an" when the Kid dropped his gun an" then grabbed at it with his other hand, Buck shot him in the left arm the same way. An" then, using his hands, he threw _him_ out. An" I don"t believe Charley Bedloe more"n got on his hands an" knees outside! An"
then somehow Buck has a gun in each hand, and has stepped outside, too.
And I reckon the Bedloe boys saw the same thing in his eyes me an" John saw there when he come back in. Anyway, they got on their horses an" we ain"t seen hide nor hair of "em since."
Miss Waverly sat very still, leaning forward a little, her eyes big and bright upon the eyes of this other woman. The man, despite her calmer judgment, appealed to her imagination....
"You"d think," Mrs. Smith went on, "that that man would be tired enough for one day, wouldn"t you? Ridin" all day, walking seven mile toting that big saddle on his back; an" now he goes an" starts out to ride the Lord knows how far. What do you suppose a man like him is made out"n?"
Smith answered her out of the corner of his mouth from which a slow curl of smoke was mounting:
"Sand, mostly."
No, the girl could not say to these people that which she had to say of Buck Thornton. She switched the conversation abruptly, asking them to tell her of Hill"s Corners.
She knew something of the place already. Mr. Templeton had told her a great deal when insistently urging her not to do the thing she had determined to do and she had thought that he exaggerated merely in order to turn her aside from her purpose. She had even heard far-reaching rumours of the border town in Crystal City, where her own home had been for the five years since the deaths of her parents. These rumours, too, she had supposed inflated as rumours will be when they are bad and have travelled far. Now it was a little anxiously that she asked for further information, and not altogether because she sought some new topic.
"She"s Henry Pollard"s niece, Mary," Smith said rather hurriedly. The girl glanced at him sharply. There was something in his tone which told her that he was warning his wife, cautioning her to speak guardedly of Pollard or not at all.
When, an hour later, she went to bed, she lay long sleepless, wondering, nervously dreading the morrow. For these people who should know gave Hill"s Corners the same name that Mr. Templeton had given it, the same name it bore as far as Crystal City and beyond. It was one of those far removed towns which are the last stand of the lawless, the ultimate breastwork before the final ditch into which in his hour the gunfighter has finally gone down. Desperate characters, men wanted in two states and perhaps in many more, flocked here where they found the one chance to live out their riotous lives riotously. Here they could "straddle"
the line, and when wanted upon one side slip to the other. And hereabouts, for very many miles in all directions, the big cattle men, the small ranchers, the "little fellows," all slept "with their eyes open and their gunlocks oiled."