"Miss Hallman is going to make you a lot of trouble," she began abruptly. "I thought perhaps it might be better for you--all of you--if you knew it in advance, so there would be no sudden anger and excitement. All the settlers are antagonistic, Mr. Green--all but me, and one or two of the girls. They are going to do everything they can to prevent your land-scheme from going through. You are going to be watched and--and your land contested--"
"Well, we"ll be right there, I guess, when the dust settles," he filled in her thought unmoved.
"I--almost hope so," she ventured. "For my part, I can see the side--your side. I can see where it is very hard for the cattle men to give up their range. It is like the big plantations down south, when the slaves were freed. It had to be done, and yet it was hard upon those planters who depended on free labor. They resented it deeply; deeply enough to shed blood--and that is one thing I dread here. I hope, Mr.
Green, that you will not resort to violence. I want to urge you all to--to--"
"I understand," said Andy softly. "A-course, we"re pretty bad when we get started, all right. We"re liable to ride up on dark nights and shoot our enemies through the window--I can"t deny it, Miss Allen. And if it comes right to a show-down, I may as well admit that some of us would think nothing at all of taking a man out and hanging him to the first three we come to, that was big enough to hold him. But now that ladies have come into the country, a-course we"ll try and hold our tempers down all we can. Miss Hallman, now--I don"t suppose there"s a man in the bunch that would shoot her, no matter what she done to us. We take pride in being polite to women. You"ve read that about us, haven"t you, Miss Allen? And you"ve seen us on the stage--well, it"s a fact, all right.
Bad as we are, and wild and tough, and savage when we"re crossed, a lady can just do anything with us, if she goes at it the right way."
"Thank you. I felt sure that you would not harm any of us. Will you promise not to be violent--not to--to--"
Andy sat sidewise in the saddle, so that he faced her. Miss Allen could just make out his form distinctly; his face was quite hidden, except that she could see the shine of his eyes.
"Now, Miss Allen," he protested with soft apology "You musta known what to expect when you moved out amongst us rough characters. You know I can make any promises about being mild with the men that try to get the best of us. If you"ve got friends--brothers--anybody here that you think a lot of Miss Allen, I advise you to send "em outa the country, before trouble breaks loose; because when she starts she"ll start a-popping.
I know I can"t answer for my self, what I"m liable to do if they bother me; and I"m about the mildest one in the bunch. What the rest of the boys would do--Irish Mallory for instance--I hate to think, Miss Allen.
I--hate--to--think!"
Afterwards, when he thought it all over dispa.s.sionately, Andy wondered why he had talked to Miss Allen like that. He had not done it deliberately, just to frighten her--yet he had frightened her to a certain extent. He had roused her apprehension for the safety of her neighbors and the ultimate well-being of himself and his fellows. She had been so anxious over winning him to more peaceful ways that she had forgotten to give him any details of the coming struggle. Andy was sorry for that. He wished, on the way home, that he knew just what Florence Grace Hallman intended to do.
Not that it mattered greatly. Whatever she did, Andy felt that it would be futile. The Happy Family were obeying the land laws implicitly, except as their real incentive had been an unselfish one. He could not feel that it was wrong to try and save the Flying U; was not loyalty a virtue? And was not the taking of land for the preservation of a fine, fair dealing outfit that had made itself a power for prosperity and happiness in that country, a perfectly laudable enterprise? Andy believed so.
Even though they did, down in their deepest thoughts, think of the Flying U"s interest, Andy did not believe that Florence Grace Hallman or anyone else could produce any evidence that would justify a contest for their land. Though they planned among themselves for the good of the Flying U, they were obeying the law and the dictates of their range-conscience and their personal ideas of right and justice and loyalty to their friends and to themselves. They were not conspiring against the general prosperity of the country in the hope of great personal gain. When you came to that, they were saving fifty men from bitter disappointment--counting one settler to every eighty acres, as the Syndicate apparently did.
Still, Andy wondered why he had represented himself and his friends to be such bloodthirsty devils. He grinned wickedly over some of the things he had said, and over her womanly perturbation and pleading that they would spare the lives of their enemies. Oh, well--if she repeated half to Florence Grace Hallman, that lady would maybe think twice before she tackled the contract of boosting the Happy Family off their claims. So at the last he managed to justify his lying to her. He liked Miss Allen.
He was pleased to think that at least she would not forget him the minute he was out of her sight.
He went to sleep worrying, not over the trouble which Florence Grace Hallman might be plotting to bring upon him, but about Miss Allen"s given name and her previous condition of servitude. He hoped that she was not a stenographer, and he hoped her first name was not Mary; and if you know the history of Andy Green you will remember that he had a reason for disliking both the name and the vocation.
CHAPTER 11. A MOVING CHAPTER IN EVENTS
Having nothing more than a general warning of trouble ahead to disturb him, Andy rode blithely back down the coulee and met the herd just after sunrise. Dreams of Miss Allen had left a pleasant mood behind them, though the dreams themselves withdrew behind the veil of forgetfulness when he awoke. He wondered what her first name was. He wondered how far Irish"s acquaintance with her had progressed, but he did not worry much about Irish. Having represented himself to be an exceedingly dangerous man, and having permitted himself to be persuaded into promising reform and a calm demeanor--for her sake--he felt tolerably sure of her interest in him. He had heard that a woman loves best the taming of a dangerous man, and he whistled and sang and smiled until the dust of the coming herd met him full. Since he felt perfectly sure of the result, he hoped that Florence Grace Hallman would start something, just so that he might show Miss Allen how potent was her influence over a bad, bad man who still has virtues worth nurturing carefully.
Weary, riding point on the loitering herd, grinned a wordless greeting.
Andy pa.s.sed with a casual wave of his hand and took his place on the left flank. From his face Weary guessed that all was well with the claims, and the a.s.surance served to lighten his spirits. Soon he heard Andy singing at the top of his voice, and his own thoughts fell into accord with the words of the ditty. He began to sing also, whenever he knew the words. Farther back, Pink took it up, and then the others joined in, until all unconsciously they had turned the monotonous drive into a triumphal march.
"They"re a little bit rough I must confess, the most of them at least,"
prompted Andy, starting on the second verse alone because the others didn"t know the song as well as he. He waited a second for them to join him, and went on extolling the valor of all true cowboys:
"But long"s you do not cross their trail you can live with them at peace.
"But if you do they"re sure to rule, the day you come to their land,
"For they"ll follow you up and shoot it out, and do it man to man."
"Say, Weary! They tell me Florence Grace is sure hittin" the warpost!
Ain"t yuh scared?"
Weary shook his head and rode forward to ease the leaders into a narrow gulch that would cut off a mile or so of the journey.
"Taking "em up One Man?" called Pink, and got a nod for answer. There was a lull in the singing while they shouted and swore at these stubborn cows who would have tried to break back on the way to a clover patch, until the gulch broadened into an arm of One Man Coulee itself. It was all peaceful and easy and just as they had planned. The morning was cool and the cattle contented. They were nearing their claims, and all that would remain for them to do was the holding of their herd upon the appointed grazing ground. So would the requirements of the law be fulfilled and the machinations of the Syndicate be thwarted and the land saved to the Flying U, all in one.
And then the leaders, climbing the hill at a point half a mile below Andy"s cabin, balked, snorted and swung back. Weary spurred up to push them forward, and so did Andy and Pink. They rode up over the ridge shouting and urging the reluctant cattle ahead, and came plump into the very dooryard of a brand new shack. A man was standing in the doorway watching the disturbance his presence had created; when he saw the three riders come bulging up over the crest of the bluff, his eyes widened.
The three came to a stop before him, too astonished to do more than stare. Once past the fancied menace of the new building and the man, the cattle went trotting awkwardly across the level, their calves galloping alongside.
"h.e.l.lo," said Weary at last, "what do you think you"re doing here?"
"Me? I"m holding down a claim. What are you doing?" The man did not seem antagonistic or friendly or even neutral toward them. He seemed to be waiting. He eyed the cattle that kept coming, urged on by those who shouted at them in the coulee below. He watched them spread out and go trotting away after the leaders.
"Say, when did yuh take this claim?" Andy leaned negligently forward and looked at him curiously.
"Oh, a week or so ago. Why?"
"I just wondered. I took it up myself, four weeks ago. Four forties I"ve got, strung out in a line that runs from here to yonder. You"ve got over on my land--by mistake, of course. I just thought I"d tell yuh," he added casually, straightening up, "because I didn"t think you knew it before."
"Thanks." The man smiled one-sidedly and began filling a pipe while he watched them.
"A-course it won"t be much trouble to move your shack," Andy continued with neighborly interest. "A wheelbarrow will take it, easy. Back here on the bench a mile or so, yuh may find a patch of ground that n.o.body claims."
"Thanks." The man picked a match from his pocket and striking it on the new yellow door-casing lighted his pipe.
Andy moved uneasily. He did not like that man, for all he appeared so thankful for information. The fellow had a narrow forehead and broad, high cheek bones and a predatory nose. His eyes were the wrong shade of blue and the lids drooped too much at the outer corners. Andy studied him curiously. Did the man know what he was up against, or did he not?
Was he sincere in his ready thanks, or was he sarcastic? The man looked up at him then. His eyes were clean of any hidden meaning, but they were the wrong shade of blue--the shade that is opaque and that you feel hides much that should be revealed to you.
"Seems like there"s been quite a crop of shacks grown up since I rode over this way," Weary announced suddenly, returning from a brief scurry after the leaders, that inclined too much toward the south in their travel.
"Yes, the country"s settling up pretty fast," conceded the man in the doorway.
"Well, by golly!" bellowed Slim, popping up from below on a heaving horse. Slim was getting fatter every year, and his horses always puffed when they climbed a hill under his weight. His round eyes glared resentfully at the man and the shack and at the three who were sitting there so quietly on their horses--just as if they had ridden up for a friendly call. "Ain"t this shack on your land?" he spluttered to Andy.
"Why, yes. It is, just right at present." Andy admitted, following the man"s example in the matter of a smoke, except that Andy rolled and lighted a cigarette. "He"s going to move it, though."
"Oh. Thanks." With the one-sided smile.
"Say, you needn"t thank ME," Andy protested in his polite tone. "YOU"RE going to move it, you know."
"You may know, but I don"t," corrected the other.
"Oh, that"s all right. You may not know right now, but don"t let that worry yuh. This is sure a great country for pilgrims to wise up in."
Big Medicine came up over the hill a hundred feet or so from them; goggled a minute at the bold trespa.s.s and came loping across the intervening s.p.a.ce. "Say, by cripes, what"s this mean?" he bawled.
"Claim-jumper, hey? Say, young feller, do you realize what you"re doing--squattin" down on another man"s land. Don"t yuh know claim-jumpers git shot, out here? Or lynched?"
"Oh, cut out all that rough stuff!" advised the man wearily. "I know who you are, and what your bluff is worth. I know you can"t held a foot of land if anybody is a mind to contest your claims. I"ve filed a contest on this eighty, here, and I"m going to hold it. Let that soak into your minds. I don"t want any trouble--I"m even willing to take a good deal in the way of bl.u.s.ter, rather than have trouble. But I"m going to stay.
See?" He waved his pipe in a gesture of finality and continued to smoke and to watch them impersonally, leaning against the door in that lounging negligence which is so irritating to a disputant.
"Oh, all right--if that"s the way you feel about it," Andy replied indifferently, and turned away. "Come on, boys--no use trying to bluff that gazabo. He"s wise."