She slipped off and threw the bridle, and then, swiftly untying the second pack, she laid it down.
The rider, with slow, painful steps and bent back, approached Sage King and put a lean, strong, brown hand on him, and touched him as if he wished to feel if he were real. Then he whistled softly. When he turned to Lucy his eyes shone with a beautiful light.
"It"s Sage King, Bostil"s favorite," said Lucy.
"Sage King! ... He looks it.... But never a wild horse?"
"No."
"A fine horse," replied the rider. "Of course he can run?" This last held a note of a rider"s jealousy.
Lucy laughed. "Run! ... The King is Bostil"s favorite. He can run away from any horse in the uplands."
"I"ll bet you Wildfire can beat him," replied the rider, with a dark glance.
"Come on!" cried Lucy, daringly.
Then the rider and girl looked more earnestly at each other. He smiled in a way that changed his face--brightened out the set hardness.
"I reckon I"ll have to crawl," he said, ruefully. "But maybe I can ride in a few days--if you"ll come back again."
His remark brought to Lucy the idea that of course she would hardly see this rider again after to-day. Even if he went to the Ford, which event was unlikely, he would not remain there long. The sensation of blankness puzzled her, and she felt an unfamiliar confusion.
"I--I"ve brought you--some things," she said, pointing to the larger pack.
"Grub, you mean?"
"No."
"That was all I asked you for, miss," he said, somewhat stiffly.
"Yes, but--I--I thought--" Lucy became unaccountably embarra.s.sed.
Suppose this strange rider would be offended. "Your clothes were--so torn.... And no wonder you were thrown--in those boots! ... So I thought I"d--"
"You thought I needed clothes as bad as grub," he said, bitterly. "I reckon that"s so."
His look, more than his tone, cut Lucy; and involuntarily she touched his arm. "Oh, you won"t refuse to take them! Please don"t!"
At her touch a warmth came into his face. "Take them? I should smile I will."
He tried to reach down to lift the pack, but as it was obviously painful for him to bend, Lucy intercepted him.
"But you"ve had no breakfast," she protested. "Why not eat before you open that pack?"
"Nope. I"m not hungry.... Maybe I"ll eat a little, after I dress up."
He started to walk away, then turned. "Miss Bostil, have you been so good to every wanderin" rider you happened to run across?"
"Good!" she exclaimed, flushing. She dropped her eyes before his.
"Nonsense. ... Anyway, you"re the first wandering rider I ever met--like this."
"Well, you"re good," he replied, with emotion. Then he walked away with slow, stiff steps and disappeared behind the willows in the little hollow.
Lucy uncoiled the rope on her saddle and haltered Sage King on the best gra.s.s near at hand. Then she opened the pack of supplies, thinking the while that she must not tarry here long.
"But on the King I can run back like the wind," she mused.
The pack contained dried fruits and meat and staples, also an a.s.sortment of good things to eat that were of a perishable nature, already much the worse for the long ride. She spread all this out in the shade of a cedar. The utensils were few--two cups, two pans, and a tiny pot. She gathered wood, and arranged it for a fire, so that the rider could start as soon as he came back. He seemed long in coming.
Lucy waited, yet still he did not return. Finally she thought of the red stallion, and started off down the wash to take a look at him. He was grazing. He had lost some of the dirt and dust and the bedraggled appearance. When he caught sight of her he lifted his head high and whistled. How wild he looked! And his whistle was shrill, clear, strong. Both the other horses answered it. Lucy went on closer to Wildfire. She was fascinated now.
"If he doesn"t know me!" she cried. Never had she been so pleased. She had expected every sign of savageness on his part, and certainly had not intended to go near him. But Wildfire did not show fear or hate in his recognition. Lucy went directly to him and got a hand on him.
Wildfire reared a little and shook a little, but this disappeared presently under her touch. He held his head very high and watched her with wonderful eyes. Gradually she drew his head down. Standing before him, she carefully and slowly changed the set of the hackamore, which had made a welt on his nose. It seemed to have been her good fortune that every significant move she had made around this stallion had been to mitigate his pain. Lucy believed he knew this as well as she knew it. Her theory, an often disputed one, was that horses were as intelligent as human beings and had just the same fears, likes, and dislikes. Lucy knew she was safe when she untied the la.s.so from the strong root where she had fastened it, and led the stallion down the wash to a pool of water. And she stood beside him with a hand on his shoulder while he bent his head to sniff at the water. He tasted it, plainly with disgust. It was stagnant water, full of vermin. But finally he drank. Lucy led him up the wash to another likely place, and tied him securely.
When she got back to the camp in the cedars the rider was there, on his knees, kindling the fire. His clean-shaved face and new apparel made him vastly different. He was young, and, had he not been so gaunt, he would have been fine-looking, Lucy thought.
"Wildfire remembered me," Lucy burst out. "He wasn"t a bit scary. Let me handle him. Followed me to water."
"He"s taken to you," replied the rider, seriously. "I"ve heard of the like, but not so quick. Was he in a bad fix when you got to him yesterday?"
Lucy explained briefly.
"Aha! ... If that red devil has any love in him I"ll never get it. I wish I could have done so much for him. But always when he sees me he"ll remember."
Lucy saw that the rider was in difficulties. He could not bend his back, and evidently it pained him to try. His brow was moist.
"Let me do that," she said.
"Thanks. It took about all my strength to get into this new outfit," he said, relinquishing, his place to Lucy.
When she looked up from her task, presently, he was sitting in the shade of the cedar, watching her. He had the expression of a man who hardly believed what he saw.
"Did you have any trouble gettin" away, without tellin"--about me?" he asked.
"No. But I sure had a job with those packs," she replied.
"You must be a wonder with a horse."
As far as vanity was concerned Lucy had only one weakness--and he had touched upon it.
"Well, Dad and Holley and Farlane argue much about me. Still, I guess they all agree I can ride."
"Holley an" Farlane are riders?" he questioned.
"Yes, Dad"s right-hand men."
"Your dad hires many riders, I supposed?"
"Sure I never heard of him turning any rider down, at least not without a try."
"I wonder if he would give me a job?"