The male members of the family kept guard in turn over the ranch that night. And another day dawned. It brought word from Blaisdell that Blue, Fredericks, Gordon, and Colmor were all at his house, on the way to join the Isbels. This news appeared greatly to rejuvenate Gaston Isbel. But his enthusiasm did not last long. Impatient and moody by turns, he paced or moped around the cabin, always looking out, sometimes toward Blaisdell"s ranch, but mostly toward Gra.s.s Valley.
It struck Jean as singular that neither Esther Isbel nor Mrs. Jacobs suggested a reburial of their husbands. The two bereaved women did not ask for a.s.sistance, but repaired to the pasture, and there spent several hours working over the graves. They raised mounds, which they sodded, and then placed stones at the heads and feet. Lastly, they fenced in the graves.
"I reckon I"ll hitch up an" drive back home," said Mrs. Jacobs, when she returned to the cabin. "I"ve much to do an" plan. Probably I"ll go to my mother"s home. She"s old an" will be glad to have me."
"If I had any place to go to I"d sure go," declared Esther Isbel, bitterly.
Gaston Isbel heard this remark. He raised his face from his hands, evidently both nettled and hurt.
"Esther, sh.o.r.e that"s not kind," he said.
The red-haired woman--for she did not appear to be a girl any more--halted before his chair and gazed down at him, with a terrible flare of scorn in her gray eyes.
"Gaston Isbel, all I"ve got to say to you is this," she retorted, with the voice of a man. "Seein" that you an" Lee Jorth hate each other, why couldn"t you act like men? ... You d.a.m.ned Texans, with your b.l.o.o.d.y feuds, draggin" in every relation, every friend to murder each other!
That"s not the way of Arizona men.... We"ve all got to suffer--an" we women be ruined for life--because YOU had differences with Jorth. If you were half a man you"d go out an" kill him yourself, an" not leave a lot of widows an" orphaned children!"
Jean himself writhed under the lash of her scorn. Gaston Isbel turned a dead white. He could not answer her. He seemed stricken with merciless truth. Slowly dropping his head, he remained motionless, a pathetic and tragic figure; and he did not stir until the rapid beat of hoofs denoted the approach of hors.e.m.e.n. Blaisdell appeared on his white charger, leading a pack animal. And behind rode a group of men, all heavily armed, and likewise with packs.
"Get down an" come in," was Isbel"s greeting. "Bill--you look after their packs. Better leave the hosses saddled."
The booted and spurred riders trooped in, and their demeanor fitted their errand. Jean was acquainted with all of them. Fredericks was a lanky Texan, the color of dust, and he had yellow, clear eyes, like those of a hawk. His mother had been an Isbel. Gordon, too, was related to Jean"s family, though distantly. He resembled an industrious miner more than a prosperous cattleman. Blue was the most striking of the visitors, as he was the most noted. A little, shrunken gray-eyed man, with years of cowboy written all over him, he looked the quiet, easy, cool, and deadly Texan he was reputed to be. Blue"s Texas record was shady, and was seldom alluded to, as unfavorable comment had turned out to be hazardous. He was the only one of the group who did not carry a rifle. But he packed two guns, a habit not often noted in Texans, and almost never in Arizonians.
Colmor, Ann Isbel"s fiance, was the youngest member of the clan, and the one closest to Jean. His meeting with Ann affected Jean powerfully, and brought to a climax an idea that had been developing in Jean"s mind. His sister devotedly loved this lean-faced, keen-eyed Arizonian; and it took no great insight to discover that Colmor reciprocated her affection. They were young. They had long life before them. It seemed to Jean a pity that Colmor should be drawn into this war. Jean watched them, as they conversed apart; and he saw Ann"s hands creep up to Colmor"s breast, and he saw her dark eyes, eloquent, hungry, fearful, lifted with queries her lips did not speak. Jean stepped beside them, and laid an arm over both their shoulders.
"Colmor, for Ann"s sake you"d better back out of this Jorth-Isbel fight," he whispered.
Colmor looked insulted. "But, Jean, it"s Ann"s father," he said. "I"m almost one of the family."
"You"re Ann"s sweetheart, an", by Heaven, I say you oughtn"t to go with us!" whispered Jean.
"Go--with--you," faltered Ann.
"Yes. Dad is goin" straight after Jorth. Can"t you tell that? An"
there "ll be one h.e.l.l of a fight."
Ann looked up into Colmor"s face with all her soul in her eyes, but she did not speak. Her look was n.o.ble. She yearned to guide him right, yet her lips were sealed. And Colmor betrayed the trouble of his soul.
The code of men held him bound, and he could not break from it, though he divined in that moment how truly it was wrong.
"Jean, your dad started me in the cattle business," said Colmor, earnestly. "An" I"m doin" well now. An" when I asked him for Ann he said he"d be glad to have me in the family.... Well, when this talk of fight come up, I asked your dad to let me go in on his side. He wouldn"t hear of it. But after a while, as the time pa.s.sed an" he made more enemies, he finally consented. I reckon he needs me now. An" I can"t back out, not even for Ann."
"I would if I were you," replied jean, and knew that he lied.
"Jean, I"m gamblin" to come out of the fight," said Colmor, with a smile. He had no morbid fears nor presentiments, such as troubled jean.
"Why, sure--you stand as good a chance as anyone," rejoined Jean. "It wasn"t that I was worryin" about so much."
"What was it, then?" asked Ann, steadily.
"If Andrew DOES come through alive he"ll have blood on his hands,"
returned Jean, with pa.s.sion. "He can"t come through without it....
I"ve begun to feel what it means to have killed my fellow men.... An"
I"d rather your husband an" the father of your children never felt that."
Colmor did not take Jean as subtly as Ann did. She shrunk a little.
Her dark eyes dilated. But Colmor showed nothing of her spiritual reaction. He was young. He had wild blood. He was loyal to the Isbels.
"Jean, never worry about my conscience," he said, with a keen look.
"Nothin" would tickle me any more than to get a shot at every d.a.m.n one of the Jorths."
That established Colmor"s status in regard to the Jorth-Isbel feud.
Jean had no more to say. He respected Ann"s friend and felt poignant sorrow for Ann.
Gaston Isbel called for meat and drink to be set on the table for his guests. When his wishes had been complied with the women took the children into the adjoining cabin and shut the door.
"Hah! Wal, we can eat an" talk now."
First the newcomers wanted to hear particulars of what had happened.
Blaisdell had told all he knew and had seen, but that was not sufficient. They plied Gaston Isbel with questions. Laboriously and ponderously he rehea.r.s.ed the experiences of the fight at the ranch, according to his impressions. Bill Isbel was exhorted to talk, but he had of late manifested a sullen and taciturn disposition. In spite of Jean"s vigilance Bill had continued to imbibe red liquor. Then Jean was called upon to relate all he had seen and done. It had been Jean"s intention to keep his mouth shut, first for his own sake and, secondly, because he did not like to talk of his deeds. But when thus appealed to by these somber-faced, intent-eyed men he divined that the more carefully he described the cruelty and baseness of their enemies, and the more vividly he presented his partic.i.p.ation in the first fight of the feud the more strongly he would bind these friends to the Isbel cause. So he talked for an hour, beginning with his meeting with Colter up on the Rim and ending with an account of his killing Greaves.
His listeners sat through this long narrative with unabated interest and at the close they were leaning forward, breathless and tense.
"Ah! So Greaves got his desserts at last," exclaimed Gordon.
All the men around the table made comments, and the last, from Blue, was the one that struck Jean forcibly.
"Sh.o.r.e thet was a strange an" a h.e.l.l of a way to kill Greaves. Why"d you do thet, Jean?"
"I told you. I wanted to avoid noise an" I hoped to get more of them."
Blue nodded his lean, eagle-like head and sat thoughtfully, as if not convinced of anything save Jean"s prowess. After a moment Blue spoke again.
"Then, goin" back to Jean"s tellin" aboot trackin" rustled Cattle, I"ve got this to say. I"ve long suspected thet somebody livin" right heah in the valley has been drivin" off cattle an" dealin" with rustlers.
An" now I"m sh.o.r.e of it."
This speech did not elicit the amaze from Gaston Isbel that Jean expected it would.
"You mean Greaves or some of his friends?"
"No. They wasn"t none of them in the cattle business, like we are.
Sh.o.r.e we all knowed Greaves was crooked. But what I"m figgerin" is thet some so-called honest man in our settlement has been makin"
crooked deals."
Blue was a man of deeds rather than words, and so much strong speech from him, whom everybody knew to be remarkably reliable and keen, made a profound impression upon most of the Isbel faction. But, to Jean"s surprise, his father did not rave. It was Blaisdell who supplied the rage and invective. Bill Isbel, also, was strangely indifferent to this new element in the condition of cattle dealing. Suddenly Jean caught a vague flash of thought, as if he had intercepted the thought of another"s mind, and he wondered--could his brother Bill know anything about this crooked work alluded to by Blue? Dismissing the conjecture, Jean listened earnestly.
"An" if it"s true it sh.o.r.e makes this difference--we cain"t blame all the rustlin" on to Jorth," concluded Blue.
"Wal, it"s not true," declared Gaston Isbel, roughly. "Jorth an" his Hash Knife Gang are at the bottom of all the rustlin" in the valley for years back. An" they"ve got to be wiped out!"
"Isbel, I reckon we"d all feel better if we talk straight," replied Blue, coolly. "I"m heah to stand by the Isbels. An" y"u know what thet means. But I"m not heah to fight Jorth because he may be a rustler. The others may have their own reasons, but mine is this--you once stood by me in Texas when I was needin" friends. Wal, I"m standin" by y"u now. Jorth is your enemy, an" so he is mine."