It was not until the third day that Williams, riding the line in person, came upon the new settler. He sat upon his horse and swore. His face was dark with pa.s.sion, but after a few minutes" pause he drew rein and rode away.
"Another b.u.t.ter maker," he said to his men as he slipped from the saddle at his own door, "some ten miles up the river."
"Where?"
"Next to Pratt"s. I reckon it"s that brother o" his he"s been talking about. They cut my wires and squatted on the Rosebud flat."
"Give the word and we"ll run "em out," said one of his men. "Every son-of-a-gun of "em."
Williams shook his head. "No, that won"t do. W"ve got to go slow in rippin" these squatters out o" their holes. They anchor right down to the roots of the tree of life. I reckon we"ve got to let "em creep in; we"ll scare "em all we can before they settle, but when they settle we"ve got to go around "em. If the man was a stranger we might do something, but Jake Pratt don"t bluff--besides, boys, I"ve got worse news for you."
"What"s that?"
"A couple of Mexicans with five thousand sheep crossed Lizard Creek yesterday."
The boys leaped to their feet, variously crying out: "Oh, come off! It can"t be true."
"It is true--I saw "em myself," insisted Williams.
"Well, that means war. Does the V. T. outfit know it?"
"I don"t think so. We"ve got to stand together now, or we"ll be overrun with sheep. The truck farmers are a small matter compared to these cursed greasers."
"I guess we"d better send word up the river, hadn"t we?" asked his partner.
"Yes, we want to let the whole county know it."
Cheyenne County was an enormous expanse of hilly plain, if the two words may be used together. Low heights of sharp ascent, pyramid-shaped b.u.t.tes, and wide benches (cut here and there by small creek valleys) made up its surface, which, broadly considered, was only the vast, treeless, slowly-rising eastern slope of the Rocky Mountains. At long distances, on the flat, sandy river, groups of squat and squalid ranch buildings huddled as if to escape the wind. For years it has been a superb range for cattle, and up till the coming of the first settlements on the Cannon Ball, it had been parceled out among a few big firms, who cut Government timber, dug Government stone, and pastured on Government gra.s.s. When the wolves took a few ponies, the ranchers seized the opportunity to make furious outcry and bring in the Government troops to keep the Indians in awe, and so possessed the land in serenity. Nothing could be more perfect, more commodious.
But for several years before the coming of the Pratts certain other ominous events were taking place. Over the mountains from the West, or up the slope from New Mexico, enormous herds of small, greasy sheep began to appear. They were "walking" for better pasture, and where they went they destroyed the gra.s.ses and poisoned the ground with foul odors.
Cattle and horses would not touch any gra.s.s which had been even touched by these ill-smelling woolly creatures. There had been ill-feeling between sheepmen and cattlemen from the first, but as water became scarcer and the range more fully stocked, bitterness developed into hatred and warfare. Sheep herders were considered outcasts, and of no social account. To kill one was by some considered a kindness, for it ended the misery of a man who would go crazy watching the shifting, crawling maggots anyway. It was bad enough to be a cow milker, but to be a sheep herder was living death.
These herds thickened from year to year. They followed the feed, were clipped once, sometimes twice, and then were headed back to winter in the south, dying in myriads on the way--only to reappear augmented in numbers the succeeding year. They were worthless as mutton, and at first were never shipped, but as the flocks were graded up, the best were culled and sent to Eastern markets. They menaced the cattlemen in the West and South, while the rancher made slow but inexorable advance on the East. As the cattleman came to understand this his face grew dark and sullen, but thus far no herd had entered the Big Sandy Range, though Williams feared their coming and was ready to do battle.
At the precise time that Daniel Pratt was entering Cheyenne County from the East, a Mexican sheepman was moving toward the Cannon Ball from the Southwest, walking behind ten thousand sheep, leaving a dusty, bare and stinking trail behind him. Williams" report drew the attention of the cattlemen, and the Pratts were for the time forgotten.
A few days after Daniel"s a.s.sault on the fences of the big ranch, a conference of cattlemen met and appointed a committee to wait upon the owner of the approaching flock of sheep. The Pratts heard of this, and, for reasons of their own, determined to be present. Mose, eager to see the outcome of these exciting movements, accompanied the Pratts on their ride over the hills.
They found the man and his herders encamped on the bank of a little stream in a smooth and beautiful valley. He had a covered wagon and a small tent, and a team of hobbled horses was feeding near. Before the farmers had time to cross the stream the cattlemen came in sight, riding rapidly, and the Pratts waited for them to come up. As they halted on the opposite bank of the stream the sheep owner came out of his tent with a rifle in his arm and advanced calmly to meet them.
"Good evening, gentlemen," he called pleasantly, but the slant of his chin was significant. He was a tall, thin man with a long beard. He wore an ordinary sombrero, with wide, stiff brim, a gray shirt, and loose, gray trousers. At his belt, and significantly in front and b.u.t.toned down, hung two splendid revolvers. Aside from these weapons, he looked like a clergyman camping for the summer.
Hitching their horses to the stunted willow and cottonwood trees, the committee approached the tent, and Williams, of Circle Bar, became spokesman: "We have come," he said, "to make a statement. We are peaceably disposed, but would like to state our side of the case. The range into which you are walking your sheep is already overstocked with cattle and horses, and we are going to suffer, for you know very well cattle will not follow sheep. The coming of your flock is likely to bring others, and we can"t stand it. We have come to ask you to keep off our range. We have been to big expense to build sheds and fences, and we can"t afford to have sheep thrown in on us."
To this the sheepman made calm reply. He said: "Gentlemen, all that you have said is true, but it does not interest me. This land belongs as much to me as to you. By law you can hold only one quarter section each by squatters" right. That right I shall respect, but no more. I shall drive my sheep anywhere on grounds not actually occupied by your feeding cattle. Neither you nor I have much more time to do this kind of thing.
The small settler is coming westward. Until he comes I propose to have my share of Government gra.s.s."
The meeting grew stormy. Williams, of Circle Bar, counselled moderation.
Others were for beginning war at once. "If this man is looking for trouble he can easily find it," one of them said.
The sheepman grimly replied: "I have the reputation in my country of taking care of myself." He drew a revolver and laid it affectionately in the hollow of his folded left arm. "I have two of these, and in a mix-up with me, somebody generally gets hurt."
There was deadly serenity in the stranger"s utterance, and the cowboys allowed themselves to be persuaded into peace measures, though some went so far as to handle guns also. They withdrew for a conference, and Jake said: "Stranger, we"re with you in this fight; we"re truck farmers at the mouth o" the Cannon Ball. My name is Pratt."
The sheepman smiled pleasantly. "Mighty glad to know you, Mr. Pratt. My name is Delmar."
"This is my brother Dan," said Jake, "and this is his herder."
When Mose took the small, firm hand of the sheepman and looked into his face he liked him, and the stranger returned his liking. "Your fight is mine, gentlemen," he said. "These cattlemen are holding back settlement for their own selfish purposes."
Williams, returning at this point, began speaking, but with effort, and without looking at Delmar. "We don"t want any fuss, so I want to make this proposition. You take the north side of the Cannon Ball above the main trail, and we"ll keep the south side and all the gra.s.s up to the trail. That"ll give you range enough for your herd and will save trouble. We"ve had all the trouble we want. I don"t want any gun-work myself."
To this the stranger said: "Very well. I"ll go look at the ground. If it will support my sheep I"ll keep them on it. I claim to be a reasonable man also, and I"ve had troubles in my time, and now with a family growing up on my hands I"m just as anxious to live peaceable with my fellow-citizens as any man, but I want to say to you that I"m a mean man when you try to drive me."
Thereupon he shook hands with Williams and several others of the older men. After most of the cattlemen had ridden away, Jake said, "Well, now, we"ll be glad to see you over at our shack at the mouth o" the Cannon Ball." He held out his hand and the sheepman shook it heartily. As he was saying good-by the sheep owner"s eyes dwelt keenly on Mose.
"Youngster, you"re a good ways from home and mother."
Mose blushed, as became a youth, and said: "I"m camping in my hat these days."
The sheepman smiled. "So am I, but I"ve got a wife and two daughters back in Santy Fay. Come and see me. I like your build. Well, gentlemen, just call on me at any time you need me. I"ll see that my sheep don"t trouble you."
"All right; you do the same," replied the Pratts.
"You fellows hold the winning hand," said Delmar; "the small rancher will sure wipe the sheepman out in time. I"ve got sense enough to see that. You can"t fight the progress of events. Youngster, you belong to the winning side," he ended, turning to Mose, "but it"s the unpopular side just now."
All this was epic business into which to plunge a boy of eighteen whose hot blood tingled with electric fire at sight of a weapon in the hands of roused and resolute men. He redoubled his revolver practice, and through Daniel"s gossip and especially through the boasting of Jennie, his skill with the revolver soon became known to Delmar, who invited him to visit him for a trial of skill. "I used to shoot a little myself," he said; "come over and we"ll try conclusions."
Out of this friendly contest the youth emerged very humble. The old sheepman dazzled him with his cunning. He shot equally well from either hand. He could walk by a tree, wheel suddenly, and fire both revolvers over his shoulders, putting the two bullets within an inch of each other. "That"s for use when a man is sneaking onto you from behind," he explained. "I never used it but once, but it saved my life." He could fire two shots before Mose could get his pistol from his holster. "A gun is of no use, youngster, unless you can get it into action before the other man. Sling your holster in front and tie it down when you"re going to war, and never let a man come to close quarters with you. The secret of success is to be just a half second ahead of the other man. It saves blood, too."
His hands were quick and sure as the rattlesnake"s black, forked tongue.
He seemed not to aim--he appeared to shoot from his fist rather than from the extended weapon, and when he had finished Mose said:
"I"m much obliged, Mr. Delmar; I see I didn"t know the a b c"s--but you try me again in six months."
The sheepman smiled. "You"ve got the stuff in you, youngster. If you ever get in a serious place, and I"m in reaching distance, let me know and I"ll open a way out for you. Meanwhile, I can make use of you as you are. I need another man. My Mexicans are no company for me. Come over and help me; I"ll pay you well and you can have the same fare that I eat myself. I get lonesome as the old boy."
Thus it came about that Mose, without realizing it, became that despised, forlorn thing, a sheep herder. He made a serious social mistake when he "lined up" with the truck farmers, the tenderfeet and the "greaser" sheep herders, and cut out "a great gob of trouble" for himself in Cheyenne County.
He admired Delmar most fervidly, and liked him. There was a quality in his speech which appealed to the eagle"s heart in the boy. The Pratts no longer interested him; they had settled down into farmers. They had nothing for him to do but plow and dig roots, for which he had no love.
He had not ridden into this wild and splendid country to bend his back over a spade. One day he accepted Delmar"s offer and rode home to get his few little trinkets and to say good-by.
Another reason why he had accepted Delmar"s offer lay in the growing annoyance of Jennie"s courtship. She made no effort to conceal her growing pa.s.sion. She put herself in his way and laid hands on him with unblushing frankness. Her love chatter wearied him beyond measure, and he became cruelly short and evasive. Her speech grew sillier as she lost her tomboy interests, and Mose avoided her studiously.
That night as he rode up Daniel was at the barn. To him Mose repeated Delmar"s offer.
Pratt at once said: "I don"t blame ye fer pullin" out, Mose. I done the best I could, considerin". Co"se I can"t begin fer to pay ye the wages Delmar can, but be keerful; trouble is comin", sh.o.r.e pop, and I"d hate to have ye killed, on the wimmen"s account. They "pear to think more o"
you than they do o" me."