CHAPTER IX
A new spirit, or a liberation of her own, had fired Columbine, and was now burning within her, unquenchable and unutterable. Some divine spark had penetrated into that mysterious depth of her, to inflame and to illumine, so that when she arose from this hour of calamity she felt that to the tenderness and sorrow and fidelity in her soul had been added the lightning flash of pa.s.sion.
"Oh, Ben--shall I be able to hold onto this?" she cried, flinging wide her arms, as if to embrace the winds of heaven.
"This what, la.s.s?" he asked.
"This--this _woman!_" she answered, pa.s.sionately, with her hands sweeping back to press her breast.
"No woman who wakes ever goes back to a girl again," he said, sadly.
"I wanted to die--and now I want to live--to fight.... Ben, you"ve uplifted me. I was little, weak, miserable.... But in my dreams, or in some state I can"t remember or understand, I"ve waited for your very words. I was ready. It"s as if I knew you in some other world, before I was born on this earth; and when you spoke to me here, so wonderfully--as my mother might have spoken--my heart leaped up in recognition of you and your call to my womanhood!... Oh, how strange and beautiful!"
"Miss Collie," he replied, slowly, as he bent to his saddle-straps, "you"re young, an" you"ve no understandin" of what"s strange an"
terrible in life. An" beautiful, too, as you say.... Who knows? Maybe in some former state I was somethin" to you. I believe in that. Reckon I can"t say how or what. Maybe we were flowers or birds. I"ve a weakness for that idea."
"Birds! I like the thought, too," replied Columbine. "I love most birds.
But there are hawks, crows, buzzards!"
"I reckon. La.s.s, there"s got to be balance in nature. If it weren"t for the ugly an" the evil, we wouldn"t know the beautiful an" good.... An"
now let"s ride home. It"s gettin" late."
"Ben, ought I not go back to Wilson right now?" she asked, slowly.
"What for?"
"To tell him--something--and why I can"t come to-morrow, or ever afterward," she replied, low and tremulously.
Wade pondered over her words. It seemed to Columbine that her sharpened faculties sensed something of hostility, of opposition in him.
"Reckon to-morrow would be better," he said, presently. "Wilson"s had enough excitement for one day."
"Then I"ll go to-morrow," she returned.
In the gathering, cold twilight they rode down the trail in silence.
"Good night, la.s.s," said Wade, as he reached his cabin. "An" remember you"re not alone any more."
"Good night, my friend," she replied, and rode on.
Columbine encountered Jim Montana at the corrals, and it was not too dark for her to see his foam-lashed horse. Jim appeared non-committal, almost surly. But Columbine guessed that he had ridden to Kremmling and back in one day, on some order of Jack"s.
"Miss Collie, I"ll tend to p.r.o.nto," he offered. "An" yore supper"ll be waitin"."
A bright fire blazed on the living-room hearth. The rancher was reading by its light.
"h.e.l.lo, rosy-cheeks!" greeted the rancher, with unusual amiability.
"Been ridin" ag"in" the wind, hey? Wal, if you ain"t pretty, then my eyes are pore!"
"It"s cold, dad," she replied, "and the wind stings. But I didn"t ride fast nor far.... I"ve been up to see Wilson Moore."
"Ahuh! Wal, how"s the boy?" asked Belllounds, gruffly.
"He said he was all right, but--but I guess that"s not so," responded Columbine.
"Any friends lookin" after him?"
"Oh yes--he must have friends--the Andrewses and others. I"m glad to say his cabin is comfortable. He"ll be looked after."
"Wal, I"m glad to hear thet. I"ll send Lem or Wade up thar an" see if we can do anythin" fer the boy."
"Dad--that"s just like you," replied Columbine, with her hand seeking his broad shoulder.
"Ahuh! Say, Collie, hyar"s letters from "most everybody in Kremmlin"
wantin" to be invited up fer October first. How about askin" "em?"
"The more the merrier," replied Columbine.
"Wal, I reckon I"ll not ask anybody."
"Why not, dad?"
"No one can gamble on thet son of mine, even on his weddin"-day,"
replied Belllounds, gloomily.
"Dad, What"d Jack do to-day?"
"I"m not sayin" he did anythin"," answered the rancher.
"Dad, you can gamble on me."
"Wal, I should smile," he said, putting his big arm around her. "I wish you was Jack an" Jack was you."
At that moment the young man spoken of slouched into the room, with his head bandaged, and took a seat at the supper-table.
"Wal, Collie, let"s go an" get it," said the rancher, cheerily. "I can always eat, anyhow."
"I"m hungry as a bear," rejoined Columbine, as she took her seat, which was opposite Jack.
"Where "ye you been?" he asked, curiously.
"Why, good evening, Jack! Did you finally notice me?... I"ve been riding p.r.o.nto, the first time since he was hurt. Had a lovely ride--up through Sage Valley."
Jack glowered at her with the one unbandaged eye, and growled something under his breath, and then began to stab meat and potatoes with his fork.
"What"s the matter, Jack? Aren"t you well?" asked Columbine, with a solicitude just a little too sweet to be genuine.