Jim seated himself by the fire. He recognized his helplessness in this trouble. There was nothing he could do. If one of the boys was what Allen would have called it, "down on his luck," he would have asked him to have a drink, but with Josephine and the girls he was at his wit"s end. The sufferings of his loved daughter cut deeply into his big heart.
"You been in the saddle since sunup," he said. "You hain"t had nuthin"
to eat since breakfast--I don"t see what keeps you alive."
"Hope, Dad, hope. It is what we women live upon. Some cherish it all their lives, and never reap a harvest. I watch the sun leap over the edge of the world at dawn, and hope that before it sinks behind the western hills the man I love will come home to my heart. Oh, Dad, I"m not myself! I haven"t been myself since the day I sent him away--my heart isn"t here. It"s out in the desert behind yon mountains--with Jack."
"Thar, thar, don"t take on so, honey."
Kneeling beside her father, she laid her head on his lap, as she did in childhood when overwhelmed with the little troubles of the hour.
Looking into his eyes, she sighed: "Oh, Dad, it"s all so tangled. I haven"t known a peaceful moment since he went away. I"ve sent him away into G.o.d knows what unfriendly lands, perhaps never to return--never to know how much I loved him."
Patting her head, as if she were a tired child, he said: "It"ll all come out right in the end. You can"t never tell from the sody-card what"s in hock at the bottom of the deck."
Further confidences between father and daughter were interrupted by the boys of the round-up dashing up to the wagon, with Peruna in the midst of the group. Peruna had been disarmed. Dragging the prisoner from his bronco, they led him before Allen, who had risen from his seat.
"What"s all this, boys?" asked the ranchman.
Sage-brush, as foreman, explained: "This yere"s Peruna of the Lazy K outfit."
Allen looked at the prisoner, who maintained a sullen silence. "What"s he been doin"?"
"Mostly everything, but Fresno caught red-handed brandin" one of our yearlin"s," cried Sage-brush.
"It"s a lie!" broke in Peruna, glancing doggedly from one to another of his guards. He knew death was the penalty of the crime of which he stood accused. He felt that a stout denial would gain him time, and that Buck and his outfit might come up and save him.
"Polite your conversation in the presence of a lady," cried Parenthesis, nodding toward Echo.
"That calf was follerin" my cow," answered Peruna sullenly.
"It was follerin" one of our longhorned Texas cows with the Sweet.w.a.ter brand spread all over her," shouted Show Low, moving menacingly toward the cowering Peruna.
"Fresno he calls him," continued Sage-brush, taking up the story; "an"
this yere Peruna--drinking bad turns loose his battery and wings Fresno some bad--then little Billie Nicker comes along, and Peruna plugs him solid."
Poor Billie had been Show Low"s bunkie on many a long drive. That veteran now paid this last tribute to his friend. "Billie, who ain"t never done no harm to no one--"
"He reached for his gun--" began Peruna. Sage-brush would not let him finish his lame defense.
"You shet up!" he cried. "We don"t want your kind on this range, an"
the quicker that"s published the quicker we"ll get shet of ye. We"re goin" to take the law in our own hands now--come on, boys."
Two of the boys seized Peruna, dragging him toward his horse. Echo halted them, however, with the query: "What are you going to do with this man?"
"Take him down to the creek and hang him to that big cottonwood--"
cried Show Low savagely.
Before Echo could answer, Peruna demanded a hearing. "Hol" on a minute, I got something to say about that!"
"Out with it," growled Sage-brush.
"Las" time there was an affair at that cottonwood the rope broke, an"
the hoss-thief dropped into the creek, swum acrost, and got away."
Sage-brush glared grimly at Peruna. "Well, we"ll see that the rope don"t break with you."
In all seriousness Peruna replied: "I hope so. I can"t swim."
Polly, glancing down the valley, saw Buck McKee with a half-dozen of his outfit, riding furiously to the rescue of Peruna.
"Look out, boys, here comes Buck McKee now!" she shouted.
Unconsciously the men laid their hands on their guns and a.s.sumed offensive att.i.tudes.
Allen cried sharply: "Keep your hands off your guns, boys. One bad break means the starting of a lot of trouble."
Buck and his band threw themselves off their horses, ranging themselves opposite Sage-brush the Sweet.w.a.ter boys.
Swaggering up to Sage-brush, the half-breed insolently demanded: "Who"s the boss of this yere Payson outfit?"
"I reckon you are talkin" to him now," coolly replied the foreman.
"You"ve got one of my boys over here," bellowed Buck, adding with the implied threat: "an" we"ve come for him."
Sage-brush was not bluffed by Buck"s insolence or his swaggering manners. "I reckon you can"t have him just yet."
"What"s he been doing?" demanded Buck.
"He killed Billie Nicker--that"s one thing."
"Self-defense," loftily replied Buck. "He was "tendin" to his own business when your two men come up and begin pickin" on him."
Bursting with anger, Parenthesis strode up to Buck, and shouted: "He was brandin" one of our yearlin"s, that"s what his business was."
Sage-brush suggested, in addition: "Perhaps you mean that brandin"
other folks" cattle is the reg"lar business of the Lazy K outfit."
"Anythin" with hide and no mark is Lazy K to you all--" growled Show Low.
"Your goin" strong on reg"lar proceedin"s, I see," said Buck to Sage-brush. "You ain"t sheriff of this yere county, air you?"
"That"s jest it. Somebody"s got to act sooner or later, an" if there ain"t no reg"lar law, we"ll go back to the old times, an" make our own."
The Sweet.w.a.ter outfit a.s.sented unanimously to Sage-brush"s declaration of freedom from outlaw rule in the county.
"You"re a fine lot to set up as law-abidin" citizens--" sneered Buck.
"Workin" for a man that had to hop the country to keep clear of the rope," interjected Peruna, who, heartened up by the advent of McKee, began pouring oil on a smoldering fire.
Sage-brush turned savagely upon him: "That"ll do for you."