"He straightened up surprised an" mean-lookin". An" I let him have it, plumb center! He wilted, an" the greasers run. I reckon I"ll never sleep again. But I had to do it."
Duane asked if the shot had attracted any attention outside.
"I didn"t see anybody but the greasers, an" I sure looked sharp. Comin"
back I cut across through the cottonwoods past Bland"s cabin. I meant to keep out of sight, but somehow I had an idee I might find out if Bland was awake yet. Sure enough I run plumb into Beppo, the boy who tends Bland"s hosses. Beppo likes me. An" when I inquired of his boss he said Bland had been up all night fightin" with the Senora. An", Buck, here"s how I figger. Bland couldn"t let up last night. He was sore, an" he went after Kate again, tryin" to wear her down. Jest as likely he might have went after Jennie, with wuss intentions. Anyway, he an" Kate must have had it hot an" heavy. We"re pretty lucky."
"It seems so. Well, I"m going," said Duane, tersely.
"Lucky! I should smiler Bland"s been up all night after a most draggin"
ride home. He"ll be f.a.gged out this mornin", sleepy, sore, an" he won"t be expectin" h.e.l.l before breakfast. Now, you walk over to his house.
Meet him how you like. Thet"s your game. But I"m suggestin", if he comes out an" you want to parley, you can jest say you"d thought over his proposition an" was ready to join his band, or you ain"t. You"ll have to kill him, an" it "d save time to go fer your gun on sight. Might be wise, too, fer it"s likely he"ll do thet same."
"How about the horses?"
"I"ll fetch them an" come along about two minnits behind you. "Pears to me you ought to have the job done an" Jennie outside by the time I git there. Once on them hosses, we can ride out of camp before Alloway or anybody else gits into action. Jennie ain"t much heavier than a rabbit.
Thet big black will carry you both."
"All right. But once more let me persuade you to stay--not to mix any more in this," said Duane, earnestly.
"Nope. I"m goin". You heard what Benson told me. Alloway wouldn"t give me the benefit of any doubts. Buck, a last word--look out fer thet Bland woman!"
Duane merely nodded, and then, saying that the horses were ready, he strode away through the grove. Accounting for the short cut across grove and field, it was about five minutes" walk up to Bland"s house. To Duane it seemed long in time and distance, and he had difficulty in restraining his pace. As he walked there came a gradual and subtle change in his feelings. Again he was going out to meet a man in conflict. He could have avoided this meeting. But despite the fact of his courting the encounter he had not as yet felt that hot, inexplicable rush of blood. The motive of this deadly action was not personal, and somehow that made a difference.
No outlaws were in sight. He saw several Mexican herders with cattle.
Blue columns of smoke curled up over some of the cabins. The fragrant smell of it reminded Duane of his home and cutting wood for the stove.
He noted a cloud of creamy mist rising above the river, dissolving in the sunlight.
Then he entered Bland"s lane.
While yet some distance from the cabin he heard loud, angry voices of man and woman. Bland and Kate still quarreling! He took a quick survey of the surroundings. There was now not even a Mexican in sight. Then he hurried a little. Halfway down the lane he turned his head to peer through the cottonwoods. This time he saw Euchre coming with the horses.
There was no indication that the old outlaw might lose his nerve at the end. Duane had feared this.
Duane now changed his walk to a leisurely saunter. He reached the porch and then distinguished what was said inside the cabin.
"If you do, Bland, by Heaven I"ll fix you and her!" That was panted out in Kate Bland"s full voice.
"Let me looser I"m going in there, I tell you!" replied Bland, hoa.r.s.ely.
"What for?"
"I want to make a little love to her. Ha! ha! It"ll be fun to have the laugh on her new lover."
"You lie!" cried Kate Bland.
"I"m not saying what I"ll do to her AFTERWARD!" His voice grew hoa.r.s.er with pa.s.sion. "Let me go now!"
"No! no! I won"t let you go. You"ll choke the--the truth out of her--you"ll kill her."
"The TRUTH!" hissed Bland.
"Yes. I lied. Jen lied. But she lied to save me. You needn"t--murder her--for that."
Bland cursed horribly. Then followed a wrestling sound of bodies in violent straining contact--the sc.r.a.pe of feet--the jangle of spurs--a crash of sliding table or chair, and then the cry of a woman in pain.
Duane stepped into the open door, inside the room. Kate Bland lay half across a table where she had been flung, and she was trying to get to her feet. Bland"s back was turned. He had opened the door into Jennie"s room and had one foot across the threshold. Duane caught the girl"s low, shuddering cry. Then he called out loud and clear.
With cat-like swiftness Bland wheeled, then froze on the threshold.
His sight, quick as his action, caught Duane"s menacing unmistakable position.
Bland"s big frame filled the door. He was in a bad place to reach for his gun. But he would not have time for a step. Duane read in his eyes the desperate calculation of chances. For a fleeting instant Bland shifted his glance to his wife. Then his whole body seemed to vibrate with the swing of his arm.
Duane shot him. He fell forward, his gun exploding as it hit into the floor, and dropped loose from stretching fingers. Duane stood over him, stooped to turn him on his back. Bland looked up with clouded gaze, then gasped his last.
"Duane, you"ve killed him!" cried Kate Bland, huskily. "I knew you"d have to!"
She staggered against the wall, her eyes dilating, her strong hands clenching, her face slowly whitening. She appeared shocked, half stunned, but showed no grief.
"Jennie!" called Duane, sharply.
"Oh--Duane!" came a halting reply.
"Yes. Come out. Hurry!"
She came out with uneven steps, seeing only him, and she stumbled over Bland"s body. Duane caught her arm, swung her behind him. He feared the woman when she realized how she had been duped. His action was protective, and his movement toward the door equally as significant.
"Duane," cried Mrs. Bland.
It was no time for talk. Duane edged on, keeping Jennie behind him. At that moment there was a pounding of iron-shod hoofs out in the lane.
Kate Bland bounded to the door. When she turned back her amazement was changing to realization.
"Where "re you taking Jen?" she cried, her voice like a man"s. "Get out of my way," replied Duane. His look perhaps, without speech, was enough for her. In an instant she was transformed into a fury.
"You hound! All the time you were fooling me! You made love to me! You let me believe--you swore you loved me! Now I see what was queer about you. All for that girl! But you can"t have her. You"ll never leave here alive. Give me that girl! Let me--get at her! She"ll never win any more men in this camp."
She was a powerful woman, and it took all Duane"s strength to ward off her onslaughts. She clawed at Jennie over his upheld arm. Every second her fury increased.
"HELP! HELP! HELP!" she shrieked, in a voice that must have penetrated to the remotest cabin in the valley.
"Let go! Let go!" cried Duane, low and sharp. He still held his gun in his right hand, and it began to be hard for him to ward the woman off.
His coolness had gone with her shriek for help. "Let go!" he repeated, and he shoved her fiercely.
Suddenly she s.n.a.t.c.hed a rifle off the wall and backed away, her strong hands fumbling at the lever. As she jerked it down, throwing a sh.e.l.l into the chamber and c.o.c.king the weapon, Duane leaped upon her. He struck up the rifle as it went off, the powder burning his face.
"Jennie, run out! Get on a horse!" he said.
Jennie flashed out of the door.
With an iron grasp Duane held to the rifle-barrel. He had grasped it with his left hand, and he gave such a pull that he swung the crazed woman off the floor. But he could not loose her grip. She was as strong as he.