"Do you like him?"
"He"s a friend of mine."
"A girl don"t flush up that way over a friend. I know. And I"ve heard, too. They say you like Bill Wingo a lot. They say you were going with Nate Samson till you met Bill. Is that right?"
"It"s none of your business."
"Lemme tell you something, young lady. Don"t you think for a minute that Bill Wingo feller can give you one tenth what I can. Just because he was elected sheriff last week don"t signify. Yours truly is the dog with the bra.s.s collar around here, and don"t you forget it. You marry Bill, and you"ll regret it."
"If I marry you, I"ll regret it,--that"s sure."
"Not a bit of it. I"m ace-high in the county now, and I"ll go higher in the territory. You can"t keep me down. I"ll make money, more"n you can shake a stick at. You needn"t think you"ll have to live on a ranch all your life. Within three years after you marry me I"ll take you--yes, I"ll take you to Hillsville to live where you can see folks all you want. You know Hillsville has almost three thousand people.
You wouldn"t be lonesome there. I----"
"It"s no use talking," she interrupted, taking care not to remove her fingers from the kettle. "I wouldn"t marry you or anybody else of your crowd, not if he was the last man on earth."
""My crowd!" What"s the matter with my crowd?"
"Your crowd! Yes, I"d ask, I would! What do you suppose I mean? The gang that runs this county, that"s what I mean! The gang that has a finger in every crooked land deal and cattle deal, the gang that cheats the Indians on the government contracts. Yes, and if it hadn"t been for your gang and for what they"ve done to the morals of Crocker County, you wouldn"t have dared to try and lynch young John Dawson the way you did! Let _me_ tell you something: The new sheriff will show you a thing or two. _He_ is honest!"
"Is that so? Honest, is he? You know who elected him, don"t you?
_We_ did, and we own him, body and soul and roll. He"ll sit up and talk when we tell him to, and he will lie down and go to sleep when we tell him to; and if he don"t, he"s mighty liable to run into a spell of bad health. Not that we"ll want him to do anything he shouldn"t. Not us." Thus Rafe Tuckleton, realizing his temper had carried him away and he had said too much by half, thinking it well to right matters if he could, continued hurriedly:
"Those cattle deals you spoke of and the government contracts weren"t crooked a-tall. Just straight business, but of course the fellers we got "em away from are riled up and bound to talk. Naturally, naturally. But don"t you get the notion in your head that everything wasn"t all right. Everything was perfectly straight and aboveboard, you bet. Shucks, of course it was. I could explain it to you mighty easy, but it would take a lot of time and whatsa use? Politics ain"t for women, or business either, for that matter. You better forget what you"ve heard about our crowd. It"s just a pack of jealous lies, that"s all, and if you"ll tell me the name of who told you anything out of the way about us, I"ll make him hard to find."
"I know what I know," said the stubborn Miss Walton. "You can"t fool me! Not for a minute! And I"ve listened to you long enough! You get out of here and don"t you come back! Flit!"
She swung the kettle from the stove. Rafe Tuckleton sprang back two yards. His temper had again gained the ascendancy. He was so mad he could have beaten her to a frazzle. But there was not a club handy, and moreover the lady had, by way of reinforcing the kettle, slipped a butcher knife from the table drawer.
"All right," gritted Rafe, and turned around from the door to shake his fist at her. "I"ll get you, you li"l devil! You needn"t think for a minute you can get away from me by marrying some one else. I don"t give a d.a.m.n whether it"s Bill Wingo or who it is! Within a week after you get married, you"ll be a widow! A widow, y"understand! I"ll show you!"
He went out, slamming the door. Hazel made haste to run around the table and drop the bar in place. Then she went to the window and watched the man cross to the cottonwoods where he had tied his horse.
She uttered a sharp "Oh!" of disgust as he jerked at the horse"s mouth and made the animal rear. He brought it down by kicking it in the stomach.
"What a beast!" muttered she, with a shudder. "What a cruel beast that man is."
Not till Rafe rode away, quirting his mount into a wild gallop, did she return to her churning. She found the b.u.t.ter had come, and she removed the elmwood dasher and poured off the b.u.t.termilk. She put the b.u.t.ter into a long bowl full of water and began to wash and knead it, but not with her accustomed briskness. She was thinking of what Rafe Tuckleton had said. He would come again, the brute. She did not want him to.
He had made her afraid.
She shivered a little as she poured off the water in the bowl and refilled it from the water bucket behind the door. She had no desire to marry anybody yet. She supposed she would some time, of course.
All girls did eventually. But he would have to be some nice boy she loved. She guessed yes.
At that very moment a certain nice boy was riding up the draw toward the Walton ranch. He met Rafe Tuckleton riding away. Rafe gave him a nasty look. The nice boy smiled sweetly and pulled his horse across the trail. "Why all the hurry-scurry this bright and summer day?"
It was not a bright and summer day. It was late fall, the clouds were lowering darkly and there was more than a hint of winter in the air.
Rafe Tuckleton pulled up with a jerk and a slide. "What do you want?"
"I don"t know yet," was the reply, delivered with still smiling lips but accompanied by a look as chilling as the day. "You been at Walton"s?"
"Yep, I have. Not that it"s any of your business."
"Maybe you"re right. Let"s go back and make sure."
Rafe"s blazing rage was so augmented by this nave suggestion that his native prudence was almost overcome by the sharp impulse to argue the matter. But almost is not quite. His coat was b.u.t.toned, and his six-shooter was under his coat. Bill Wingo"s six-shooter was likewise under its owner"s coat, but the coat was unb.u.t.toned and--Rafe recalled another day, a day when he had held his hands above his head while the muzzle of Wingo"s gun gaped at his abdomen. That had been a quick draw on the part of Billy Wingo. Uncommonly quick. What happened once may happen again. This is logic.
The logician spat upon the ground. "Because you"re elected sheriff now, you needn"t think that you can boss everybody in the county."
"But I ain"t trying to boss anybody," denied Bill. "I"m only askin" a favor of you, only a li"l favor. And I"m hoping you"ll see it that way. I don"t _want_ any trouble with you, Rafe," he added, "or with anybody else."
Rafe hesitated. He stared into Bill"s eyes. Bill stared back. Rafe did his best to hold his eyes steady. But there was something about that gray gaze, something that seemed to bore deep down into that place where his sinful soul lived and had its being. The Tuckleton eyes wavered, veered, came back, clung an instant, then looked away over the landscape.
"Turn your horse, Rafe," said Billy Wingo in a soft voice.
Rafe Tuckleton turned his horse. They rode back to the Walton ranch in silent company. Dismounting at the door, Billy was careful to keep his horse between Rafe and himself.
Billy looked across the saddle at Rafe. "You better knock at the door, feller."
With extremely bad grace, Rafe obeyed. Following the knock, a window curtain was pulled aside and Hazel looked out. She nodded and smiled at Billy. The curtain dropped. Billy heard the grating of the bar as it was withdrawn from the iron staples. The door had been barred, then. Why? Was Rafe indeed the qualified polecat Billy had half-way suspected him of being when he meet him hurrying away from the Walton ranch? But Hazel"s smile had been natural as ever. Bill took comfort in that fact.
The door opened. Hazel stood wiping her damp hands on her ap.r.o.n.
""Lo, Hazel," said Bill. "Everything all right?"
Hazel smiled again. She _did_ have beautiful teeth. There was the fetching dimple too.
"Why, of course everything"s all right," she told him. "Why wouldn"t it be?"
Bill noticed that she did not look at Rafe Tuckleton.
"Here"s Mr. Tuckleton," said he.
"I see him," shortly.
"And--you"re--sure--everything"s--all--right?" Bill drawled in a lifeless voice.
"Of course I"m sure."
"And--you"re--sure everything--has--been--all--right--all day?"
Hazel nodded. "Of course it has. Won"t you come in, Billy--before the kitchen gets all cold?"
"I"ll put the li"l horse under the shed first. He"s kinda warm. Rafe, don"t lemme detain you. You seemed all in a rush when I met you."
Rafe Tuckleton lingered not.
Billy Wingo led his mount under the shed and returned to the house.
Hazel was pouring off the washing water when he entered the kitchen.