"Reckon I sure smelled buffalo meat," observed Wade, with much satisfaction. "It"s long since I chewed a hunk of that."
"All ready. Now pitch in.... Yes, thar"s some buffalo left in here. Not hunted much. Thar"s lots of elk an" herds of deer. After a little snow you"d think a drove of sheep had been trackin" around. An" some bear."
Wade did not waste many words until he had enjoyed that meal. Later, while he helped his host, he recurred to the subject of game.
"If there"s so many deer then there"s lions an" wolves."
"You bet. I see tracks every day. Had a shot at a lofer not long ago.
Missed him. But I reckon thar"s more varmints over in the Troublesome country back of White Slides."
"Troublesome! Do they call it that?" asked Wade, with a queer smile.
"Sure. An" it is troublesome. Belllounds has been tryin" to hire a hunter. Offered me big wages to kill off the wolves an" lions."
"That"s the job I"m goin" to take."
"Good!" exclaimed Lewis. "I"m sure glad. Belllounds is a nice fellar. I felt sort of cheap till I told him I wasn"t really a hunter. You see, I"m prospectin" up here, an" pretendin" to be a hunter."
"What do you make that bluff for?" queried Wade.
"You couldn"t fool any one who"d ever prospected for gold. I saw your signs out here."
"Wal, you"ve sharp eyes, thet"s all. Wade, I"ve some ondesirable neighbors over here. I"d just as lief they didn"t see me diggin" gold.
Lately I"ve had a hunch they"re rustlin" cattle. Anyways, they"ve sold cattle in Kremmlin" thet came from over around Elgeria."
"Wherever there"s cattle there"s sure to be some stealin"," observed Wade.
"Wal, you needn"t say anythin" to Belllounds, because mebbe I"m wrong.
An" if I found out I was right I"d go down to White Slides an" tell it myself. Belllounds done some favors."
"How far to White Slides?" asked Wade, with a puff on his pipe.
"Roundabout trail, an" rough, but you"ll make it in one day, easy.
Beautiful country. Open, big peaks an" ranges, with valleys an" lakes.
Never seen such gra.s.s!"
"Did you ever see Belllounds"s son?"
"No. Didn"t know he hed one. But I seen his gal the fust day I was thar.
She was nice to me. I went thar to be fixed up a bit. Nearly chopped my hand off. The gal--Columbine, she"s called--doctored me up. Fact is, I owe considerable to thet White Slides Ranch. There"s a cowboy, Wils somethin", who rode up here with some medicine fer me--some they didn"t have when I was thar. You"ll like thet boy. I seen he was sweet on the gal an" I sure couldn"t blame him."
Bent Wade removed his pipe and let out a strange laugh, significant with its little note of grim confirmation.
"What"s funny about thet?" demanded Lewis, rather surprised.
"I was only laughin"," replied Wade. "What you said about the cowboy bein" sweet on the girl popped into my head before you told it. Well, boys will be boys. I was young once an" had my day."
Lewis grunted as he bent over to lift a red coal to light his pipe, and as he raised his head he gave Wade a glance of sympathetic curiosity.
"Wal, I hope I"ll see more of you," he said, as his guest rose, evidently to go.
"Reckon you will, as I"ll be chasin" hounds all over. An" I want a look at them neighbors you spoke of that might be rustlers.... I"ll turn in now. Good night."
CHAPTER V
Bent Wade rode out of the forest to look down upon the White Slides country at the hour when it was most beautiful.
"Never seen the beat of that!" he exclaimed, as he halted.
The hour was sunset, with the golden rays and shadows streaking ahead of him down the rolling sage hills, all rosy and gray with rich, strange softness. Groves of aspens stood isolated from one another--here crowning a hill with blazing yellow, and there fringing the brow of another with gleaming gold, and lower down reflecting the sunlight with brilliant red and purple. The valley seemed filled with a delicate haze, almost like smoke. White Slides Ranch was hidden from sight, as it lay in the bottomland. The gray old peak towered proud and aloof, clear-cut and sunset-flushed against the blue. The eastern slope of the valley was a vast sweep of sage and hill and gra.s.sy bench and aspen bench, on fire with the colors of autumn made molten by the last flashing of the sun.
Great black slopes of forest gave sharp contrast, and led up to the red-walled ramparts of the mountain range.
Wade watched the scene until the fire faded, the golden shafts paled and died, the rosy glow on sage changed to cold steel gray. Then he rode out upon the foothills. The trail led up and down slopes of sage. Gra.s.s grew thicker as he descended. Once he startled a great flock of prairie-chickens, or sage-hens, large gray birds, lumbering, swift fliers, that whirred up, and soon plumped down again into the sage.
Twilight found him on a last long slope of the foothills, facing the pasture-land of the valley, with the ranch still five miles distant, now showing misty and dim in the gathering shadows.
Wade made camp where a brook ran near an aspen thicket. He had no desire to hurry to meet events at White Slides Ranch, although he longed to see this girl that belonged to Belllounds. Night settled down over the quiet foothills. A pack of roving coyotes visited Wade, and sat in a half-circle in the shadows back of the camp-fire. They howled and barked. Nevertheless sleep visited Wade"s tired eyelids the moment he lay down and closed them.
Next morning, rather late, Wade rode down to White Slides Ranch. It looked to him like the property of a rich rancher who held to the old and proven customs of his generation. The corrals were new, but their style was old. Wade reflected that it would be hard for rustlers or horse-thieves to steal out of those corrals. A long lane led from the pasture-land, following the brook that ran through the corrals and by the back door of the rambling, comfortable-looking cabin. A cowboy was leading horses across a wide square between the main ranch-house and a cl.u.s.ter of cabins and sheds. He saw the visitor and waited.
"Mornin"," said Wade, as he rode up.
"Hod do," replied the cowboy.
Then these two eyed each other, not curiously nor suspiciously, but with that steady, measuring gaze common to Western men.
"My name"s Wade," said the traveler. "Come from Meeker way. I"m lookin"
for a job with Belllounds."
"I"m Lem Billings," replied the other. "Ridin" fer White Slides fer years. Reckon the boss"ll be glad to take you on."
"Is he around?"
"Sure. I jest seen him," replied Billings, as he haltered his horses to a post. "I reckon I ought to give you a hunch."
"I"d take that as a favor."
"Wal, we"re short of hands," said the cowboy. "Jest got the round-up over. Hudson was hurt an" Wils Moore got crippled. Then the boss"s son has been put on as foreman. Three of the boys quit. Couldn"t stand him.
This hyar son of Belllounds is a son-of-a-gun! Me an" pards of mine, Montana an" Bludsoe, are stickin" on--wal, fer reasons thet ain"t egzactly love fer the boss. But Old Bill"s the best of bosses.... Now the hunch is--thet if you git on hyar you"ll hev to do two or three men"s work."
"Much obliged," replied Wade. "I don"t shy at that."
"Wal, git down an" come in," added Billings, heartily.
He led the way across the square, around the corner of the ranch-house, and up on a long porch, where the arrangement of chairs and blankets attested to the hand of a woman. The first door was open, and from it issued voices; first a shrill, petulant boy"s complaint, and then a man"s deep, slow, patient reply.