"We"ll hog-tie you and sit on your head," laughed Sage-brush, as the guests entered the house.
CHAPTER VI
A Tangled Web
After fording Sweet.w.a.ter River several times to throw pursuit off the track, Buck McKee and Bud Lane entered an arroyo to rest their mounts and hold council as to their future movements. During the flight both had been silent; McKee was busy revolving plans for escape in his mind, and Bud was brooding over the tragic ending of the lawless adventure into which he had been led by his companion. When McKee callously informed him that the agent had been killed in the encounter, Bud was too horrified to speak. A dry sob arose in his throat at the thought of his old friend lying dead, all alone, in the station. His first impulse was to turn back to Florence and surrender himself to the Sheriff. Had this entailed punishment of himself alone, he would have done it but he still retained a blind loyalty in his a.s.sociate and princ.i.p.al in the crime. Murder, it seemed, was to be expected when one took the law in his own hands to right an injustice. He didn"t clearly understand it. It was his first experience with a killing. The heartlessness of McKee both awed and horrified him. Evidently the half-breed was used to such actions. It appeared to be entirely justified in his code. So Bud followed in dull silence the masterful man who had involved him in the fearful deed.
When they dismounted, however, his pent-up emotion burst forth.
"You said there would be no killing," he gasped, pa.s.sing his hand wearily across his forehead as if to wipe out the memory of the crime.
"Well, what did the old fool pull his gun for?" grumbled McKee petulantly, as if Terrill was the aggressor in the encounter.
Bud threw himself wearily on the ground.
"I"d give the rest of my life to undo to-day"s work," he groaned, speaking more to himself than to his companion.
McKee heard him. His anger began to arise. If Bud weakened detection was certain. Flight back to Texas must be started without delay. If he could strengthen the will of the boy either by promise of reward or fear of punishment, the chances of detection would lessen as the days pa.s.sed.
"And that would be about twenty-four hours if you don"t keep quiet.
Why didn"t he put up his hands when I hollered? He starts to wrastle and pull gun, and I had to nail him." McKee shuddered spite of his bravado.
Pulling himself together with an apparent effort, he continued: "We"ll hold the money for a spell--not spend a cent of it till this thing blows over--they"ll never get us. Here, we"ll divide it."
"Keep it all. I never want to touch a penny of it," said Bud earnestly, moving along the ground to place a greater distance between him and the murderer.
"Thanks. But you don"t git out of your part of the hold-up that easy.
Take your share, or I"ll blow it into you," said McKee, pulling his revolver.
Bud, with an effort, arose and walked over to Buck. With clenched fists, in agonized tones, he cried: "Shoot, if you want to. I wish I"d never seen you--you dragged me into this--you made me your accomplice in a murder."
McKee looked at him in amazement. This phase of human character was new to him, trained as he been on the border, where men rarely suffered remorse and still more rarely displayed it.
"Shucks! I killed him--you didn"t have no hand in it," answered Buck.
"This ain"t my first killin". I guess Buck McKee"s pretty well known in some sections. I took all the chances. I did the killin". You git half. Now, brace up and take yer medicine straight."
"But I didn"t want to take the money for myself," replied Bud, as if to soothe his conscience. "Oh! Buck, why didn"t you let me alone?" he continued, as the thought of his position again overwhelmed him.
Buck gasped at the shifting of the full blame upon his shoulders.
"Well, I"ll be darned!" he muttered. "You make me sick, Kid." His voice rose in anger and disgust. "Why, to hear you talk, one would think you was the only one had right feelin"s. I"m goin" to take my share and start a decent life. I"m goin" back to Texas an" open a saloon. You take your half, marry your gal, and settle down right here. "Ole Man" Terrill"s dead; nothin" will bring him back, an" you might as well get the good o" the money. It"s Slim Hoover"s, anyhow.
If Jack Payson can marry your brother d.i.c.k"s gal on d.i.c.k"s money--fer there"s no hope o" stoppin" that now--you can cut Slim out with Polly, on Slim"s salary. Aw, take the money!" and McKee pressed half of the bills into Bud"s lax fingers.
The young man"s hand closed upon them mechanically. A vague thought that he might some day make rest.i.tution conspired with McKee"s insidious appeal to his hatred and jealousy to induce him to retain the blood-money, and he thrust it within an inside pocket of his loose waistcoat.
"Now," said McKee, thoroughly satisfied that he had involved Bud in the crime too deeply for him to confess his share in it, "we"ll shake hands, and say "adios." Slim Hoover"s probably on our track by this time, but I reckon he"ll be some mixed in the trail around the mesa, and give the job up as a bad one when he reaches the river. I"ll show up on the Lazy K, where the whole outfit will swear I"ve been fer two days, if Hoover picks on me as one of the men he"s been follerin".
You"re safe. n.o.body"d put killin" anybody on to you, let alone your ole frien" Terrill. Why, yuh ain"t a man yet, Bud, though I don"t it to discurrudge yuh. You"ve made a start, an" some day yuh won"t think no more"n me of killin" a feller what stan"s in yer way. I shouldn"t be so turribly surprised if Jack Payson got what"s comin" to him someday.
But what have you got there, Bud?" he inquired, as he saw the young man holding a letter he had withdrawn from the pocket into which he had put the bills.
"Letter I got in Florence yesterday when I was too full to read it,"
said Bud. He opened it. "Why, it"s from Polly!" he exclaimed, "it"s an invite--by G.o.d! it"s an invite to Jack an" Echo"s wedding! It"s today! That d.a.m.ned scoundrel has hurried the thing up for fear d.i.c.k will get back in time to stop it! Buck McKee, I believe you"re right!
I could kill Jack Payson with no more pity than I would a rattler or Gila monster!"
At this exhibition of hatred by his companion, a new thought flashed suddenly through the satanic mind of the half-breed. It involved an entire change of his plans, but the devilish daring of the conception was irresistible.
"Say," he broke in, with seeming irrelevance, "don"t Payson ride a pacin" mare?"
"Yes," answered Bud, "what of it?"
"Oh, nothin"," said McKee; "it jus" struck me as sorter funny. PAYSON and PACIN", don"t you see."
Bud was mystified. Had his companion gone daft?
McKee saw instantly that it would be very easy to fix the charge of murdering the station-agent upon Payson. The ranchman had evidently left the station a short time before the murder, and had gone straight south to the Sweet.w.a.ter. Unless it had become confused with their own tracks, the trail would be a plain one, owing to the fact that it was made by a pacing horse, and the pursuit would undoubtedly follow this.
Payson rode the only pacing horse in the Sweet.w.a.ter and Bar One outfits, and it was certain to come to light, from Terrill"s receipts, that he had been with the agent about the time of the killing. The motive for the robbery would be evident. Payson was in need of three thousand dollars to pay off the mortgage on his ranch.
McKee said to Bud: "I"ve changed my mind. I think I"ll see a little fun before I break for Texas. I"ll go with you to the weddin"."
"But you ain"t got no invite," objected Bud.
"Oh, I reckon they"ll take me along on yours. I know too much fer Payson to objeck to me too strenuous."
They rode up to Allen Hacienda shortly after Slim Hoover had arrived.
They could hear the merriment of the wedding-guests in the kitchen.
Loud laughter was punctuated by the popping of corks, and McKee, who rode in advance of Bud, distinguished the voice of the Sheriff in expostulation against the general raillery concentrated upon him.
The half-breed grinned wolfishly. It was evident that the bloodhound of the law had tracked the supposed murderer just as the real criminal had conjectured and desired.
Polly ran out on the piazza. She saw the man whom she regarded as her lover"s evil genius. As he greeted her ingratiatingly: "Howdy, Miss Polly," she replied sharply:
"You ain"t got no invite to this weddin"."
"I come with my friend Bud," he explained, with an elaborate bow.
"I didn"t see you, Bud," answered Polly slightly mollified, as she crossed the door-yard to shake hands with her sweetheart. Buck offered her his hand, but she ignored him. McKee shrugged his shoulders, and started for the house.
"Bud, he"s some cast down because it"s not his weddin"," was McKee"s parting shot at the young couple. "I "low I"ll go in and join the boys. Excuse me."
"With pleasure," coldly replied the girl.
The half-breed ignored the sarcasm and, answering innocently, "Much obliged," he entered the house.
Polly turned on Bud, displaying her resentment. "You an" him always kick up the devil when you"re together. What did you bring him along fer?" she demanded.
"It"s his last chance to see any fun around here; he"s leavin" for Texas," explained Bud.