Now, the day afterward, they were on the way home, and not without a few secret misgivings.
As they neared the Bar T a single man rode out to meet them. It was Lester, who had come the night before and was waiting for Bud, so as to be present at the interview with Smithy Caldwell, whom he had not yet seen.
He congratulated the pair warmly and rode with them to the corral.
Suddenly there was a shriek, and Martha Bissell tore out of the cook-house. She ran to Julie, kissed her, and welcomed her back; then when she heard the news she picked up her ap.r.o.n to start crying, and dropped it again, undecided what to do.
What with Bissell"s safe arrival and Julie"s glorious home-coming the poor woman was nearly out of her mind.
The excitement brought Beef Bissell around the house from the front veranda, where he had been grumbling and swearing all the morning. At sight of Larkin he halted in his tracks and began to redden. But he got no farther, for Julie flung herself into his arms, tears of happiness streaming down her face, and overwhelmed him with caresses.
Bissell was mightily relieved to see her. In fact, it had been all his wife could do to restrain him from starting out to unearth Julie when he arrived home and found her gone. But Martha said that the girl had gone to find Larkin, and added that the two were old enough to settle their troubles between them. So Bissell, remembering his last miserable interview with his daughter, decided not to interfere.
"Father, I"m married; please be happy and good to me," the girl said, clinging to him, and the fury that had flown to his head like wine died a natural death. After all, to see her happy was what he most wanted.
"Are you sure he will love you always?" he asked gently.
"Yes, father, I am. I refused to marry him long ago in Chicago." He kissed her for the first time in a long while, and then gently disengaged himself and took a step toward Bud.
"Larkin," he said, "yuh were always lucky, but yuh"ve beat all records for Wyoming now. I allow yuh can take her away with yuh on one condition."
"What"s that?"
"That yuh never beat her like yuh beat me."
"Agreed!" laughed Bud, and grasped the other"s hand. "But can you stand a sheepman in the family?"
"I sure can, Larkin. Ever since I seen Jimmie Welsh and his men fight, I ain"t got anythin" against sheepmen."
"Jimmie Welsh!" cried Bud. "Tell me, did any of his party come through alive?"
"Jes" Jimmie himself; the boys couldn"t kill him, so he"s over at Billy Speaker"s mendin" up. Heart"s pretty near broke because he hasn"t seen yuh to explain why he"s still alive."
"Good old Jimmie!" said Bud, the tears leaping to his eyes. "Dearest," he added, turning to Julie, "there"s one more stop on our honeymoon, and that"s at Billy Speaker"s to-morrow."
Bissell continued the conversation, and asked for the full story of how Bud had run down and captured the rustlers, saying that the whole cow country owed him a debt, and if they had only known of the capture in time would have let his sheep through without protest.
"I imagined as much," remarked Bud; "but I didn"t care to get them through that way once I had started the other. I hope, Mr. Bissell, that we can be friends, although we have been enemies up to now. I"m sorry I had to sacrifice those cattle of the a.s.sociation, but there was no other way out of it."
"I"ll tell yuh this, Larkin," returned Bissell. "Anybody that can beat me at anything is good enough to be my friend fer life, an" I"m here to state that yuh could count my friends of that type, before you came, on the hairs of a hairless dog!"
Bud laughed, they shook hands again, and peace was finally made between them; but not until Beef Bissell had signed away half of the interest in the Bar T to Julie as her dower.
That was a happy and hilarious dinner at the ranch. Some of the cowboys coming in at noon from near-by ranges heard of the marriage and cheered the bride l.u.s.tily when she appeared on the veranda. Bud made himself solid with the disgruntled punchers by walking out to them and talking over the battle of Welsh"s b.u.t.te, while he rolled cigarettes and smoked them one after another.
Shortly afterward, Bud and Lester found themselves in a room with Smithy Caldwell. The blackmailer, when he saw Lester, fell down in a faint, so great was the shock to his already wrecked nervous system. The man was really in a terrible condition both from physical fear and the tormenting by his comrades. He started at every slight sound, whirled about fearfully to meet any footfall that sounded near, and trembled with uncontrollable nervous spasms.
To both the Larkins he was a piteous sight, and Bud wondered that the miserable creature had not gone mad.
The wretch fell on his knees and pleaded with them for his life, so that when Bud put the proposition squarely up to him that he forswear everything in regard to the Larkin family, he could not accept it eagerly enough.
"But about the papers that you said were in Chicago?" asked Bud.
"I lied about them," replied Smithy. "They"re sewed in the lining of my shirt. Give me your knife and I"ll get "em for you."
"Give me your shirt and I"ll find them," countered Bud; and he presently did.
Together the brothers looked them over. Every bit of incriminating evidence was there, and as Bud slipped it all into his pocket he gave a great sigh: "Thank Heaven, that"s over!"
He did not let Caldwell off, however, without securing from him the written and signed statement that he wanted. When all was done they let him go, and now his mind was almost as unbalanced by joy as it had formerly been by fear.
Bissell, knowing Caldwell"s condition, had agreed to his being released on clearing his account with the Larkins, for he realized that the man, in fearing death, had suffered the penalty a thousand times, and that the memory would remain with him through life, and perhaps help keep him straight.
Shortly after Bud and Lester had joined the others on the veranda again, a sudden scream was heard from the bunk-house, followed by the sounds of a terrible struggle. All hands rushed around to the rear and, with drawn revolvers, forced an entrance among the sullen rustlers.
On the floor in the middle of the room lay Smithy Caldwell, white and contorted, while Mike Stelton was just rising from his prostrate body, making sounds in his throat like a wild animal. Smithy was dead.
"How"d it happen, boys?" asked Bissell.
"This here Caldwell come out an" "lowed as how he wasn"t goin" to swing like the rest of us, an" he began packin" up his truck. Stelton asked him about it, an" when Smithy repeated what he said before and got plumb c.o.c.ky about it, Mike there smeared him plenty. Then he broke his neck. Smithy betrayed Stelton, yuh know."
There is not much more to tell, except that, three days later, the rustlers paid the penalty of their lawless daring. It was the biggest "hangin" bee" Wyoming had ever seen, and was largely attended by men of all sections who stood for right and justice, if not law and order.
Bud and Julie brought pride and sunlight to a slowly recuperating Jimmie Welsh on their way north, and from him and Billy Speaker heard again the details of the great fight. Now, if you go to Welsh"s b.u.t.te, you will see a tall white shaft rising amid the tumbling of the wretched hogbacks. On one side are the names of the sheepmen who fell (including Jimmie, who is still alive), and on the other those of the cowmen. It is the humble offering of Bud and Julie Larkin.
Time has proven that Bud"s prophecy in regard to sheep was right. Wyoming has far more sheep than cattle now, and one of the biggest of the ranches is the former Bar T, run under the Larkin name, in connection with the home ranch in Montana.
I hope it will not be a shock to some readers to know that the first Bud and Julie have another Bud and Julie, who are over twenty years of age, quite old enough to have romances of their own.
All their lives they have heard the story of the adventures that brought their parents together, but all four rather sadly admit that the Free Range, which Bud fought for so hard, is now almost a thing of the past, that the great drives have pa.s.sed never to return, and that the cowboy himself is a dim figure against the prairie sunset.
THE END
JOHN FOX, JR"S. STORIES OF THE KENTUCKY MOUNTAINS
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THE TRAIL OF THE LONESOME PINE.
Ill.u.s.trated by F. C. Yohn.