The settling of the Tonto Basin by Texans was a subject often in dispute. His own father had been in the first party of adventurous pioneers who had traveled up from the south to cross over the Reno Pa.s.s of the Mazatzals into the Basin. "Newcomers from outside get impressions of the Tonto accordin" to the first settlers they meet,"
declared Blaisdell. "An" sh.o.r.e it"s my belief these first impressions never change, just so strong they are! Wal, I"ve heard my father say there were men in his wagon train that got run out of Texas, but he swore he wasn"t one of them. So I reckon that sort of talk held good for twenty years, an" for all the Texans who emigrated, except, of course, such notorious rustlers as Daggs an" men of his ilk. Sh.o.r.e we"ve got some bad men heah. There"s no law. Possession used to mean more than it does now. Daggs an" his Hash Knife Gang have begun to hold forth with a high hand. No small rancher can keep enough stock to pay for his labor."
At the time of which Blaisdell spoke there were not many sheepmen and cattlemen in the Tonto, considering its vast area. But these, on account of the extreme wildness of the broken country, were limited to the comparatively open Gra.s.s Valley and its adjacent environs.
Naturally, as the inhabitants increased and stock raising grew in proportion the grazing and water rights became matters of extreme importance. Sheepmen ran their flocks up on the Rim in summer time and down into the Basin in winter time. A sheepman could throw a few thousand sheep round a cattleman"s ranch and ruin him. The range was free. It was as fair for sheepmen to graze their herds anywhere as it was for cattlemen. This of course did not apply to the few acres of cultivated ground that a rancher could call his own; but very few cattle could have been raised on such limited area. Blaisdell said that the sheepmen were unfair because they could have done just as well, though perhaps at more labor, by keeping to the ridges and leaving the open valley and little flats to the ranchers. Formerly there had been room enough for all; now the grazing ranges were being encroached upon by sheepmen newly come to the Tonto. To Blaisdell"s way of thinking the rustler menace was more serious than the sheeping-off of the range, for the simple reason that no cattleman knew exactly who the rustlers were and for the more complex and significant reason that the rustlers did not steal sheep.
"Texas was overstocked with bad men an" fine steers," concluded Blaisdell. "Most of the first an" some of the last have struck the Tonto. The sheepmen have now got distributin" points for wool an"
sheep at Maricopa an" Phoenix. They"re sh.o.r.e waxin" strong an" bold."
"Ahuh! ... An" what"s likely to come of this mess?" queried Jean.
"Ask your dad," replied Blaisdell.
"I will. But I reckon I"d be obliged for your opinion."
"Wal, short an" sweet it"s this: Texas cattlemen will never allow the range they stocked to be overrun by sheepmen."
"Who"s this man Greaves?" went on Jean. "Never run into anyone like him."
"Greaves is hard to figure. He"s a snaky customer in deals. But he seems to be good to the poor people "round heah. Says he"s from Missouri. Ha-ha! He"s as much Texan as I am. He rode into the Tonto without even a pack to his name. An" presently he builds his stone house an" freights supplies in from Phoenix. Appears to buy an" sell a good deal of stock. For a while it looked like he was steerin" a middle course between cattlemen an" sheepmen. Both sides made a rendezvous of his store, where he heard the grievances of each. Laterly he"s leanin" to the sheepmen. n.o.body has accused him of that yet. But it"s time some cattleman called his bluff."
"Of course there are honest an" square sheepmen in the Basin?" queried Jean.
"Yes, an" some of them are not unreasonable. But the new fellows that dropped in on us the last few year--they"re the ones we"re goin" to clash with."
"This--sheepman, Jorth?" went on Jean, in slow hesitation, as if compelled to ask what he would rather not learn.
"Jorth must be the leader of this sheep faction that"s harryin" us ranchers. He doesn"t make threats or roar around like some of them.
But he goes on raisin" an" buyin" more an" more sheep. An" his herders have been grazin" down all around us this winter. Jorth"s got to be reckoned with."
"Who is he?"
"Wal, I don"t know enough to talk aboot. Your dad never said so, but I think he an" Jorth knew each other in Texas years ago. I never saw Jorth but once. That was in Greaves"s barroom. Your dad an" Jorth met that day for the first time in this country. Wal, I"ve not known men for nothin". They just stood stiff an" looked at each other. Your dad was aboot to draw. But Jorth made no sign to throw a gun."
Jean saw the growing and weaving and thickening threads of a tangle that had already involved him. And the sudden pang of regret he sustained was not wholly because of sympathies with his own people.
"The other day back up in the woods on the Rim I ran into a sheepman who said his name was Colter. Who is he?
"Colter? Sh.o.r.e he"s a new one. What"d he look like?"
Jean described Colter with a readiness that spoke volumes for the vividness of his impressions.
"I don"t know him," replied Blaisdell. "But that only goes to prove my contention--any fellow runnin" wild in the woods can say he"s a sheepman."
"Colter surprised me by callin" me by my name," continued Jean. "Our little talk wasn"t exactly friendly. He said a lot about my bein" sent for to run sheep herders out of the country."
"Sh.o.r.e that"s all over," replied Blaisdell, seriously. "You"re a marked man already."
"What started such rumor?"
"Sh.o.r.e you cain"t prove it by me. But it"s not taken as rumor. It"s got to the sheepmen as hard as bullets."
"Ahuh! That acc.u.n.ts for Colter"s seemin" a little sore under the collar. Well, he said they were goin" to run sheep over Gra.s.s Valley, an" for me to take that hunch to my dad."
Blaisdell had his chair tilted back and his heavy boots against a post of the porch. Down he thumped. His neck corded with a sudden rush of blood and his eyes changed to blue fire.
"The h.e.l.l he did!" he e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed, in furious amaze.
Jean gauged the brooding, rankling hurt of this old cattleman by his sudden break from the cool, easy Texan manner. Blaisdell cursed under his breath, swung his arms violently, as if to throw a last doubt or hope aside, and then relapsed to his former state. He laid a brown hand on Jean"s knee.
"Two years ago I called the cards," he said, quietly. "It means a Gra.s.s Valley war."
Not until late that afternoon did Jean"s father broach the subject uppermost in his mind. Then at an opportune moment he drew Jean away into the cedars out of sight.
"Son, I sh.o.r.e hate to make your home-comin" unhappy," he said, with evidence of agitation, "but so help me G.o.d I have to do it!"
"Dad, you called me Prodigal, an" I reckon you were right. I"ve shirked my duty to you. I"m ready now to make up for it," replied Jean, feelingly.
"Wal, wal, sh.o.r.e thats fine-spoken, my boy.... Let"s set down heah an"
have a long talk. First off, what did Jim Blaisdell tell you?"
Briefly Jean outlined the neighbor rancher"s conversation. Then Jean recounted his experience with Colter and concluded with Blaisdell"s reception of the sheepman"s threat. If Jean expected to see his father rise up like a lion in his wrath he made a huge mistake. This news of Colter and his talk never struck even a spark from Gaston Isbel.
"Wal," he began, thoughtfully, "reckon there are only two points in Jim"s talk I need touch on. There"s sh.o.r.e goin" to be a Gra.s.s Valley war. An" Jim"s idea of the cause of it seems to be pretty much the same as that of all the other cattlemen. It "ll go down a black blot on the history page of the Tonto Basin as a war between rival sheepmen an" cattlemen. Same old fight over water an" gra.s.s! ... Jean, my son, that is wrong. It "ll not be a war between sheepmen an" cattlemen. But a war of honest ranchers against rustlers maskin" as sheep-raisers! ...
Mind you, I don"t belittle the trouble between sheepmen an" cattlemen in Arizona. It"s real an" it"s vital an" it"s serious. It "ll take law an" order to straighten out the grazin" question. Some day the government will keep sheep off of cattle ranges.... So get things right in your mind, my son. You can trust your dad to tell the absolute truth. In this fight that "ll wipe out some of the Isbels--maybe all of them--you"re on the side of justice an" right. Knowin" that, a man can fight a hundred times harder than he who knows he is a liar an" a thief."
The old rancher wiped his perspiring face and breathed slowly and deeply. Jean sensed in him the rise of a tremendous emotional strain.
Wonderingly he watched the keen lined face. More than material worries were at the root of brooding, mounting thoughts in his father"s eyes.
"Now next take what Jim said aboot your comin" to chase these sheep-herders out of the valley.... Jean, I started that talk. I had my tricky reasons. I know these greaser sheep-herders an" I know the respect Texans have for a gunman. Some say I bragged. Some say I"m an old fool in his dotage, ravin" aboot a favorite son. But they are people who hate me an" are afraid. True, son, I talked with a purpose, but sh.o.r.e I was mighty cold an" steady when I did it. My feelin" was that you"d do what I"d do if I were thirty years younger. No, I reckoned you"d do more. For I figured on your blood. Jean, you"re Indian, an" Texas an" French, an" you"ve trained yourself in the Oregon woods. When you were only a boy, few marksmen I ever knew could beat you, an" I never saw your equal for eye an" ear, for trackin" a hoss, for all the gifts that make a woodsman.... Wal, rememberin" this an"
seein" the trouble ahaid for the Isbels, I just broke out whenever I had a chance. I bragged before men I"d reason to believe would take my words deep. For instance, not long ago I missed some stock, an", happenin" into Greaves"s place one Sat.u.r.day night, I sh.o.r.e talked loud.
His barroom was full of men an" some of them were in my black book.
Greaves took my talk a little testy. He said. "Wal, Ga.s.s, mebbe you"re right aboot some of these cattle thieves livin" among us, but ain"t they jest as liable to be some of your friends or relatives as Ted Meeker"s or mine or any one around heah?" That was where Greaves an"
me fell out. I yelled at him: "No, by G.o.d, they"re not! My record heah an" that of my people is open. The least I can say for you, Greaves, an" your crowd, is that your records fade away on dim trails." Then he said, nasty-like, "Wal, if you could work out all the dim trails in the Tonto you"d sh.o.r.e be surprised." An" then I roared. Sh.o.r.e that was the chance I was lookin" for. I swore the trails he hinted of would be tracked to the holes of the rustlers who made them. I told him I had sent for you an" when you got heah these slippery, mysterious thieves, whoever they were, would sh.o.r.e have h.e.l.l to pay. Greaves said he hoped so, but he was afraid I was partial to my Indian son. Then we had hot words. Blaisdell got between us. When I was leavin" I took a partin"
fling at him. "Greaves, you ought to know the Isbels, considerin"
you"re from Texas. Maybe you"ve got reasons for throwin" taunts at my claims for my son Jean. Yes, he"s got Indian in him an" that "ll be the worse for the men who will have to meet him. I"m tellin" you, Greaves, Jean Isbel is the black sheep of the family. If you ride down his record you"ll find he"s sh.o.r.e in line to be another Poggin, or Reddy Kingfisher, or Hardin", or any of the Texas gunmen you ought to remember.... Greaves, there are men rubbin" elbows with you right heah that my Indian son is goin" to track down!""
Jean bent his head in stunned cognizance of the notoriety with which his father had chosen to affront any and all Tonto Basin men who were under the ban of his suspicion. What a terrible reputation and trust to have saddled upon him! Thrills and strange, heated sensations seemed to rush together inside Jean, forming a hot ball of fire that threatened to explode. A retreating self made feeble protests. He saw his own pale face going away from this older, grimmer man.
"Son, if I could have looked forward to anythin" but blood spillin" I"d never have given you such a name to uphold," continued the rancher.
"What I"m goin" to tell you now is my secret. My other sons an" Ann have never heard it. Jim Blaisdell suspects there"s somethin" strange, but he doesn"t know. I"ll sh.o.r.e never tell anyone else but you. An"
you must promise to keep my secret now an" after I am gone."
"I promise," said Jean.
"Wal, an" now to get it out," began his father, breathing hard. His face twitched and his hands clenched. "The sheepman heah I have to reckon with is Lee Jorth, a lifelong enemy of mine. We were born in the same town, played together as children, an" fought with each other as boys. We never got along together. An" we both fell in love with the same girl. It was nip an" tuck for a while. Ellen Sutton belonged to one of the old families of the South. She was a beauty, an" much courted, an" I reckon it was hard for her to choose. But I won her an"
we became engaged. Then the war broke out. I enlisted with my brother Jean. He advised me to marry Ellen before I left. But I would not.
That was the blunder of my life. Soon after our partin" her letters ceased to come. But I didn"t distrust her. That was a terrible time an" all was confusion. Then I got crippled an" put in a hospital. An"
in aboot a year I was sent back home."