"Why, Bud, if you"re a man, you"ll be plumb spoiled for your little old East." Then he swung back his feet and the horses broke into a lope which jarred the unaccustomed frame of Thurston mightily, though he kept the pace doggedly.
"I"ve got to go down to the Stevens place," Park informed him. "You met Mona yesterday--it was her come down on the train with me, yuh remember." Thurston did remember very distinctly. "Hank says yuh compose stories. Is that right?"
Thurston"s mind came back from wondering how Mona Stevens" mouth looked when she was pleased with one, and he nodded.
"Well, there"s a lot in this country that ain"t ever been wrote about, I guess; at least if it was I never read it, and I read considerable. But the trouble is, them that know ain"t in the writing business, and them that write don"t know. The way I"ve figured it, they set back East somewhere and write it like they think maybe it is; and it"s a h.e.l.l of a job they make of it."
Thurston, remembering the time when he, too, "set back East" and wrote it like he thought maybe it was, blushed guiltily. He was thankful that his stories of the West had, without exception, been rejected as of little worth. He shuddered to think of one of them falling into the hands of Park Holloway.
"I came out to learn, and I want to learn it thoroughly," he said, in the face of much physical discomfort. Just then the horses slowed for a climb, and he breathed thanks. "In the first place," he began again when he had readjusted himself carefully in the saddle, "I wish you"d tell me just where you are going with the wagons, and what you mean by trailing a herd."
"Why, I thought I said we were going to Billings," Park answered, surprised. "What we"re going to do when we get there is to receive a shipment of cattle young steer that"s coming up from the Panhandle which is a part uh Texas. And we trail "em up here and turn "em loose this side the river. After that we"ll start the calf roundup. The Lazy Eight runs two wagons, yuh know. I run one, and Deacon Smith runs the other; we work together, though, most of the time. It makes quite a crew, twenty-five or thirty men."
"I didn"t know," said Thurston dubiously, "that you ever shipped cattle into this country. I supposed you shipped them out. Is Mr. Graves buying some?"
"Hank? I guess yes! six thousand head uh yearlings and two year-olds, this spring; some seasons it"s more. We get in young stock every year and turn "em loose on the range till they"re ready to ship. It"s cheaper than raising calves, yuh know. When yuh get to Billings, Bud, you"ll see some cattle! Why, our bunch alone will make seven trains, and that ain"t a commencement. Cattle"s cheap down South, this year, and seems like everybody"s buying. Hank didn"t buy as much as some, because he runs quite a bunch uh cows; we"ll brand six or seven thousand calves this spring. Hank sure knows how to rake in the coin."
Thurston agreed as politely as he could for the jolting. They had again struck the level and seven miles, at Park"s usual pace, was heartbreaking to a man not accustomed to the saddle. Thurston had written, just before leaving home, a musical bit of verse born of his luring dreams, about "the joy of speeding fleetly where the gra.s.sland meets the sky," and he was gritting his teeth now over the idiotic lines.
When they reached the ranch and Mona"s mother came to the door and invited them in, he declined almost rudely, for he had a feeling that once out of the saddle he would have difficulty in getting into it again. Besides, Mona was not at home, according to her mother.
So they did not tarry, and Thurston reached the Lazy Eight alive, but with the glamour quite gone from his West. If he had not been the son of his father, he would have taken the first train which pointed its nose to the East, and he would never again have essayed the writing of Western stories or musical verse which sung the joys of galloping blithely off to the sky-line. He had just been galloping off to a sky-line that was always just before and he had not been blithe; nor did the memory of it charm. Of a truth, the very thought of things Western made him swear mild, city-bred oaths.
He choked back his awe of the cook and asked him, quite humbly, what was good to take the soreness from one"s muscles; afterward he had crept painfully up the stairs, clasping to his bosom a beer bottle filled with pungent, home-made liniment which the cook had gravely declared "out uh sight for saddle-galls."
Hank Graves, when he heard the story, with artistic touches from the cook, slapped his thigh and laughed one of his soundless chuckles. "The son-of-a-gun! He"s the right stuff. Never whined, eh? I knew it. He"s his dad over again, from the ground up." And loved him the better.
CHAPTER IV. THE TRAIL-HERD
Thurston tucked the bulb of his camera down beside the bellows and closed the box with a snap. "I wonder what old Reeve would say to that view," he mused aloud.
"Old who?"
"Oh, a fellow back in New York. Jove! he"d throw up his dry-point heads and take to oils and landscapes if he could see this."
The "this" was a panoramic view of the town and surrounding valley of Billings. The day was sunlit and still, and far objects stood up with sharp outlines in the clear atmosphere. Here and there the white tents of waiting trail-outfits splotched the bright green of the prairie.
Hors.e.m.e.n galloped to and from the town at top speed, and a long, grimy red stock train had just snorted out on a siding by the stockyards where the bellowing of thirsty cattle came faintly like the roar of pounding surf in the distance.
Thurston--quite a different Thurston from the trim, pale young man who had followed the lure of the West two weeks before--drew a long breath and looked out over the hurrying waters of the Yellowstone. It was good to be alive and young, and to live the tented life of the plains; it was good even to be "speeding fleetly where the gra.s.sland meets the sky "--for two weeks in the saddle had changed considerably his view-point.
He turned again to the dust and roar of the stockyards a mile or so away.
"Perhaps," he remarked hopefully, "the next train will be ours." Strange how soon a man may identify himself with new conditions and new aims. He had come West to look upon the life from the outside, and now his chief thought was of the coming steers, which he referred to unblushingly as "our cattle." Such is the spell of the range.
"Let"s ride on over, Bud," Park proposed. "That"s likely the Circle Bar shipment. Their bunch comes from the same place ours does, and I want to see how they stack up."
Thurston agreed and went to saddle up. He had mastered the art of saddling and could, on lucky days and when he was in what he called "form," rope the horse he wanted; to say nothing of the times when his loop settled unexpectedly over the wrong victim. Park Holloway, for instance, who once got it neatly under his chin, much to his disgust and the astonishment of Thurston.
"I"m going to take my Kodak," said he. "I like to watch them unload, and I can get some good pictures, with this sunlight."
"When you"ve hollered "em up and down the chutes as many times as I have," Park told him, "yuh won"t need no pictures to help yuh remember what it"s like."
It was an old story with Park, and Thurston"s enthusiasm struck him as a bit funny. He perched upon a corner of the fence out of the way, and smoked cigarettes while he watched the cattle and shouted pleasantries to the men who prodded and swore and gesticulated at the wild-eyed huddle in the pens. Soon his turn would come, but just now he was content to look on and take his ease.
"For the life of me," cried Thurston, sidling gingerly over to him, "I can"t see where they all come from. For two days these yards have never been empty. The country will soon be one vast herd."
"Two days--huh! this thing"ll go on for weeks, m"son. And after all is over, you"ll wonder where the d.i.c.kens they all went to. Montana is some bigger than you realize, I guess. And next fall, when shipping starts, you"ll think you"re seeing raw porterhouse steaks for the whole world.
Let"s drift out uh this dust; you"ll have time to get a carload uh pictures before our bunch rolls in."
As a matter of fact, it was two weeks before the Lazy Eight consignment arrived. Thurston haunted the stockyards with his Kodak, but after the first two or three days he took no pictures. For every day was but a repet.i.tion of those that had gone before: a great, grimy engine shunting cars back and forth on the siding; an endless stream of weary, young cattle flowing down the steep chutes into the pens, from the pens to the branding chutes, where they were burned deep with the mark of their new owners; then out through the great gate, crowding, pushing, wild to flee from restraint, yet held in and guided by mounted cowboys; out upon the green prairie where they could feast once more upon sweet gra.s.ses and drink their fill from the river of clear, mountain water; out upon the weary march of the trail, on and on for long days until some boundary which their drivers hailed with joy was pa.s.sed, and they were free at last to roam at will over the wind-brushed range land; to lie down in some cool, sweet-scented swale and chew their cuds in peace.
Two weeks, and then came a telegram for Park. In the reading of it he shuffled off his att.i.tude of boyish irresponsibility and became in a breath the cool, business-like leader of men. Holding the envelope still in his hand he sought out Thurston, who was practicing with a rope. As Park approached him he whirled the noose and cast it neatly over the peak of the night-hawk"s teepee.
"Good shot," Park encouraged, "but I"d advise yuh to take another target. You"ll have the tent down over Scotty"s ears, and then you"ll think yuh stirred up a mess uh hornets.
"Say, Bud, our cattle are coming, and I"m going to be short uh men. If you"d like a job I"ll take yuh on, and take chances on licking yuh into shape. Maybe the wages won"t appeal to yuh, but I"m willing to throw in heaps uh valuable experience that won"t cost yuh a cent." He lowered an eyelid toward the cook-tent, although no one was visible.
Thurston studied the matter while he coiled his rope, and no longer.
Secretly he had wanted all along to be a part of the life instead of an onlooker. "I"ll take the job, Park--if you think I can hold it down."
The speech would doubtless have astonished Reeve-Howard in more ways than one; but Reeve-Howard was already a part of the past in Thurston"s mind. He was for living the present.
"Well," Park retorted, "it"ll be your own funeral if yuh get fired.
Better stake yourself to a pair uh chaps; you"ll need "em on the trip."
"Also a large, rainbow-hued silk handkerchief if I want to look the part," Thurston bantered.
"If yuh don"t want your darned neck blistered, yuh mean," Park flung over his shoulders. "Your wages and schooling start in to-morrow at sunup."
It was early in the morning when the first train arrived, hungry, thirsty, tired, bawling a general protest against fate and man"s mode of travel. Thurston, with a long pole in his hand, stood on the narrow plank near the top of a chute wall and prodded vaguely at an endless, moving incline of backs. Incidentally he took his cue from his neighbors, and shouted till his voice was a croak-though he could not see that he accomplished anything either by his prodding or his shouting.
Below him surged the sea of hide and horns which was barely suggestive of the animals as individuals. Out in the corrals the dust-cloud hung low, just as it had hovered every day for more than two weeks; just as it would hover every day for two weeks longer. Across the yards near the big, outer gate Deacon Smith"s crew was already beginning to brand. The first train was barely unloaded when the second trailed in and out on the siding; and so the third came also. Then came a lull, for the consignment had been split in two and the second section was several hours behind the first.
Thurston rode out to camp, aching with the strain and ravenously hungry, after toiling with his muscles for the first time in his life; for his had been days of physical ease. He had yet to learn the art of working so that every movement counted something accomplished, as did the others; besides, he had been in constant fear of losing his hold on the fence and plunging headlong amongst the trampling hoofs below, a fate that he shuddered to contemplate. He did not, however, mention that fear, or his muscle ache, to any man; he might be green, but he was not the man to whine.
When he went back into the dust and roar, Park ordered him curtly to tend the branding fire, since both crews would brand that afternoon and get the corrals cleared for the next shipment. Thurston thanked Park mentally; tending branding-fire sounded very much like child"s play.
Soon the gray dust-cloud took on a shade of blue in places where the smoke from the fires cut through; a new tang smote the nostrils: the rank odor of burning hair and searing hides; a new note crept into the clamoring roar: the low-keyed blat of pain and fright.
Thurston turned away his head from the sight and the smell, and piled on wood until Park stopped him with. "Say, Bud, we ain"t celebrating any election! It ain"t a bonfire we want, it"s heat; just keep her going and save wood all yuh can." After an hour of fire-tending Thurston decided that there were things more wearisome than "hollering "em down the chutes." His eyes were smarting intolerably with smoke and heat, and the smell of the branding was not nice; but through the long afternoon he stuck to the work, shrewdly guessing that the others were not having any fun either. Park and "the Deacon" worked as hard as any, branding the steers as they were squeezed, one by one, fast in the little branding chutes. The setting sun shone redly through the smoke before Thurston was free to kick the half-burnt sticks apart and pour water upon them as directed by Park.
"Think yuh earned your little old dollar and thirty three cents, Bud?"
Park asked him. And Thurston smiled a tired, sooty smile that seemed all teeth.
"I hope so; at any rate, I have a deep, inner knowledge of the joys of branding cattle."
"Wait "till yuh burn Lazy Eights on wriggling, blatting calves for two or three hours at a stretch before yuh talk about the joys uh branding."
Park rubbed eloquently his aching biceps.