Jase began to complain of having "all-gone" feelings during the winter after Billy Louise came home and took up the whole burden of the Wolverine ranch. He complained to Billy Louise, when she rode over one clear, sunny day in January; he said that he was getting old--which was perfectly true--and that he was not as able-bodied as he might be, and didn"t expect to last much longer. Billy Louise spoke of it to Marthy, and Marthy snorted.
"He"s able-bodied enough at mealtimes, I notice," she retorted. "I"ve heard that tune ever since I knowed him; he can"t fool me!"
"Not about the all-goneness, have you?" Billy Louise was preparing to wipe the dishes for Marthy. "I know he always had "cricks" in different parts of his anatomy, but I never heard about his feeling all-gone, before. That sounds mysterious, don"t you think?"
"No; and he never had nothin" the matter with his anatomy, neither; his anatomy"s just as sound as mine. Jase was born lazy, is all ails him."
"But, Marthy, haven"t you noticed he doesn"t look as well as he used to? He has a sort of gray look, don"t you think? And his eyes are so puffy underneath, lately."
"No, I ain"t noticed nothing wrong with him that ain"t always been wrong." Marthy spoke grudgingly, as if she resented even the possibility of Jase"s having a real ailment. "He"s feelin" his years, mebby. But he ain"t no call to; Jase ain"t but three years older "n I be, and I ain"t but fifty-nine last birthday. And I"ve worked and slaved here in this Cove fer twenty-seven years, now; what it is I"ve made it. Jase ain"t ever done a hand"s turn that he wasn"t obliged to do. I"ve chopped wood, and I"ve built corrals and dug ditches, and Jase has puttered around and whined that he wasn"t able-bodied enough to do no heavy lifting. That there orchard out there I planted and packed water in buckets to it till I got the ditch through. Them corrals down next the river I built. I dug the post-holes, and Jase set the posts in and held "em steady while I tamped the dirt! In winter I"ve hauled hay and fed the cattle; and Jase, he packed a bucket uh slop, mebby, to the pigs! If he ain"t as able-bodied as I be, it"s because he ain"t done nothing to git strong on. He can"t come around me now with that all-gone feeling uh his; I know Jase Meilke like a book."
There was more that she said about Jase. Standing there, a squat, unkempt woman with a seamed, leathery face and hard eyes now quite faded to gray, she told Billy Louise a good deal of the bitterness of the years behind; years of hardship and of slavish toil and no love to lighten it. She spoke again of Minervy, and the name brought back to Billy Louise poignant memories of her own lonely childhood and of her "pretend" playmate.
Half shyly, because she was still sometimes touched with the inarticulateness of youth, Billy Louise told Marthy a little of that playmate. "Why, do you know, every time I rode old Badger anywhere, after that day you told me about Minervy, I used to pretend that Minervy rode behind me. I used to talk to her by the hour and take her places. And up our canyon is a cave that I used to play was Minervy"s cave. I had another one, and I used to go over and visit Minervy. And I had another pretend playmate--a boy--and we used to have adventures.
It"s a queer place; I just found that cave by accident. I don"t believe there"s another person in the country who knows it"s there at all. Well, that"s Minervy"s cave to me yet. And, Marthy--" Billy Louise giggled a little and eyed the old woman with a sidelong look that would have set a young man"s blood a-jump--"I hope you won"t be mad; I was just a kid, and I didn"t know any better. But just to show you how much I thought: I had a little pig, and I named it Minervy, after you told me about her. And mommie told me that was no name for it; it was--it wasn"t a girl pig, mommie said. So I called it Man-ervy, as the next best thing." She gave Marthy another wasted glance from the corners of her eyes. "Oh, Marthy!" she cried remorsefully, setting down the gravy bowl that she might pat Marthy on her fat, age-rounded shoulder. "What a little beast I am! I shouldn"t have told that; but honest, I thought it was an honor. I--I just worshiped that pig!"
Jase maundered in at that moment, and Marthy, catching up a corner of her dirty ap.r.o.n--Billy Louise could not remember ever seeing Marthy in a perfectly clean dress or ap.r.o.n--wiped away what traces of emotion her weathered face could reveal. Also, she turned and glared at Jase with what Billy Louise considered a perfectly uncalled-for animosity. In reality, Marthy was covertly looking for visible symptoms of the all-goneness. She shut her harsh lips together tightly at what she saw; Jase certainly was puffy under his watery, pink-rimmed eyes, and the withered cheeks above his thin graying beard really did have a pasty, gray look.
"D" you turn them calves out into the corral?" she demanded, her voice harder because of her secret uneasiness.
"I was goin" to, but the wind"s changed into the north, "n" I thought mebby you wouldn"t want "em out." Jase turned back aimlessly to the door. His voice was getting cracked and husky, and the deprecating note dominated pathetically all that he said. "You"ll have to face the wind goin" home," he said to Billy Louise. "More "n likely you"ll be facin" snow, too. Looks bad, off that way."
"You go on and turn them calves out!" Marthy commanded him harshly.
"Billy Louise ain"t goin" home if it storms; I sh"d think you"d know enough to know that."
"Oh, but I"ll have to go, anyway," the girl interrupted. "Mommie can"t be there alone; she"d worry herself to death if I didn"t show up by dark. She worries about every little thing since daddy died. I ought to have gone before--or I oughtn"t to have come. But she was worrying about you, Marthy; she hadn"t seen or heard of you for a month, and she was afraid you might be sick or something. Why don"t you get someone to stay with you? I think you ought to."
She looked toward the door, which Jase had closed upon his departure.
"If Jase should--get sick, or anything--"
"Jase ain"t goin" to git sick," Marthy retorted glumly. "Yuh don"t want to let him worry yuh, Billy Louise. If I"d worried every time he yowled around about being sick, I"d be dead or crazy by now. I dunno but maybe I"ll have somebody to help with the work, though," she added, after a pause during which she had swiped the dish-rag around the sides of the pan once or twice, and had opened the door and thrown the water out beyond the doorstep like the sloven she was. "I got a nephew that wants to come out. He"s been in a bank, but he"s quit and wants to git on to a ranch. I dunno but I"ll have him come, in the spring."
"Do," urged Billy Louise, perfectly unconscious of the potentialities of the future. "I hate to think of you two down here alone. I don"t suppose anyone ever comes down here, except me--and that isn"t often."
"n.o.body"s got any call to come down," said Marthy stolidly. "They sure ain"t going to come for our comp"ny and there ain"t nothing else to bring "em."
"Well, there aren"t many to come, you know," laughed Billy Louise, shaking out the dish towel and spreading it over two nails, as she did at home. "I"m your nearest neighbor, and I"ve got six miles to ride--against the wind, at that. I think I"d better start. We"ve got a halfbreed doing ch.o.r.es for us, but he has to be looked after or he neglects things. I"ll not get another chance to come very soon, I"m afraid; mommie hates to have me ride around much in the winter. You send for that nephew right away, why don"t you, Marthy?" It was like Billy Louise to mix command and entreaty together. "Really, I don"t think Jase looks a bit well."
"A good strong steepin" of sage"ll fix him all right, only he ain"t sick, as I see. You take this shawl."
Billy Louise refused the shawl and ran down the twisted path fringed with long, reaching fingers of the hare berry bushes. At the stable she stopped for an aimless dialogue with Jase and then rode away, past the orchard whose leafless branches gave glimpses of the low, sod-roofed cabin, with Marthy standing rather disconsolately on the rough doorstep watching her go.
Absently she let down the bars in the narrowest place in the gorge and lifted them into their rude sockets after she had led her horse through. All through the years since Marthy had gone down that rocky gash in search of Buck and Bawley, no human being had entered or left the Cove save through that narrow opening. The tingle of romance which swept always the nerves of the girl when she rode that way fastened upon her now. She wished the Cove belonged to her; she thought she would like to live in a place like that, with warlike Indians all around and that gorge to guard day and night. She wished she had been Marthy, discovering that place and taming it, little by little, in solitary achievement the sweeter because it had been hard.
"It"s a bigger thing," said Billy Louise aloud to her horse, "to make a home here in this wilderness, than to write the greatest poem in the world or paint the greatest picture or--anything. I wish..."
Blue was climbing steadily out of the gorge, twitching an ear backward with flattering attention when his lady spoke. He held it so for a minute, waiting for that sentence to be finished, perhaps; for he was wise beyond his kind--was Blue. But his lady was staring at the rock wall they were pa.s.sing then, where the winds and the cold and heat had carved jutting ledges into the crude form of cabbages; though Billy Louise preferred to call them roses. Always they struck her with a new wonder, as if she saw them for the first time. Blue went on, calmly stepping over this rock and, around that as if it were the simplest thing in the world to find sure footing and carry his lady smoothly up that trail. He threw up his head so suddenly that Billy Louise was startled out of her aimless dreamings, and pointed nose and ears toward the little creek-bottom above, where Marthy had lighted her camp-fire long and long ago.
A few steps farther, and Blue stopped short in the trail to look and listen. Billy Louise could see the nervous twitchings of his muscles under the skin of neck and shoulders, and she smiled to herself.
Nothing could ever come upon her unaware when she rode alone, so long as she rode Blue. A hunting dog was not more keenly alive to his surroundings.
"Go on, Blue," she commanded after a minute. "If it"s a bear or anything like that, you can make a run for it; if it"s a wolf, I"ll shoot it. You needn"t stand here all night, anyway."
Blue went on, out from behind the willow growth that hid the open. He returned to his calm, picking a smooth trail through the scattered rocks and tiny washouts. It was the girl"s turn to stare and speculate. She did not know this horseman who sat negligently in the saddle and looked up at the cedar-grown bluff beyond, while his horse stood knee-deep in the little stream. She did not know him; and there were not so many travelers in the land that strangers were a matter of indifference.
Blue welcomed the horse with a democratic nicker and went forward briskly. And the rider turned his head, eyed the girl sharply as she came up, and nodded a cursory greeting. His horse lifted its head to look, decided that it wanted another swallow or two, and lowered its muzzle again to the water.
Billy Louise could not form any opinion of the man"s age or personality, for he was encased in a wolfskin coat which covered him completely from hatbrim to ankles. She got an impression of a thin, dark face, and a sharp glance from eyes that seemed dark also. There was a thin, high nose, and beyond that Billy Louise did not look. If she had, the mouth must certainly have rea.s.sured her somewhat.
Blue stepped nonchalantly down into the stream beside the strange horse and went across without stopping to drink. The strange horse moved on also, as if that were the natural thing to do--which it was, since chance sent them traveling the same trail. Billy Louise set her teeth together with the queer little vicious click that had always been her habit when she felt thwarted and constrained to yield to circ.u.mstances, and straightened herself in the saddle.
"Looks like a storm," the fur-coated one observed, with a perfectly transparent attempt to lighten the awkwardness.
Billy Louise tilted her chin upward and gazed at the gray sweep of clouds moving sullenly toward the mountains at her back. She glanced at the man and caught him looking intently at her face.
He did not look away immediately, as he should have done, and Billy Louise felt a little heat-wave of embarra.s.sment, emphasized by resentment.
"Are you going far?" he queried in the same tone he had employed before.
"Six miles," she answered shortly, though she tried to be decently civil.
"I"ve about eighteen," he said. "Looks like we"ll both get caught out in a blizzard."
Certainly, he had a pleasant enough voice--and after all it was not his fault that he happened to be at the crossing when she rode out of the gorge. Billy Louise, in common justice, laid aside her resentment and looked at him with a hint of a smile at the corners of her lips.
"That"s what we have to expect when we travel in this country in the winter," she replied. "Eighteen miles will take you long after dark."
"Well, I was sort of figuring on putting up at some ranch, if it got too bad. There"s a ranch somewhere ahead, on the Wolverine, isn"t there?"
"Yes." Billy Louise bit her lip; but hospitality is an unwritten law of the West--a law not to be lightly broken. "That"s where I live.
We"ll be glad to have you stop there, of course."
The stranger must have felt and admired the unconscious dignity of her tone and words, for he thanked her simply and refrained from looking too intently at her face.
Fine siftings of snow, like meal flung down from a gigantic sieve, swept into their faces as they rode on. The man turned his face toward her after a long silence. She was riding with bowed head and face half turned from him and the wind alike.
"You"d better ride on ahead and get in out of this," he said curtly.
"Your horse is fresh. It"s going to be worse and more of it, before long; this cayuse of mine has had thirty miles or so of rough going."
"I think I"d better wait for you," she said primly. "There are bad places where the trail goes close to the bluff, and the lava rock will be slippery with this snow. And it"s getting dark so fast that a stranger might go over."
"If that"s the case, the sooner you are past the bad places the better.
I"m all right. You drift along."
Billy Louise speculated briefly upon the note of calm authority in his voice. He did not know, evidently, that she was more accustomed to giving commands than to obeying them; her lips gave a little quirk of amus.e.m.e.nt at his mistake.
"You go on. I don"t want a guide." He tilted his head peremptorily toward the blurred trail ahead.
Billy Louise laughed a little. She did not feel in the least embarra.s.sed now. "Do you never get what you don"t want?" she asked him mildly. "I"d a lot rather lead you past those places than have you go over the edge," she said, "because n.o.body could get you up, or even go down and bury you decently. It wouldn"t be a bit nice. It"s much simpler to keep you on top."