Winner Take All.
by Larry Evans.
CHAPTER I
IS LUCK A LADY?
By easy stages Blue Jeans had arrived at the water tanks.
That had not pleased him much, though the water which fell in a musical drip from the stack nearest the rails into what impressed one as a sensible, frugal tub, until it, too, filled and overflowed and betrayed its trivial nature, was sweet on his tongue and grateful to his mare.
Arriving anywhere by easy stages had never appealed to him. Swift and sudden, that was the better way. Rather would he have whirled into Reservoir with zest and some commotion. But Girl o" Mine was in no shape for that. She drooped. Events which had jostled him roughly in the last few weeks had dealt with her unkindly as well. There had been many weary miles and not much grain.
And yet his poverty had not been a thing of easy stages. It had seemed both swift and sudden, and he liked it none the better for that. But he would not enter Reservoir with ostentation. He"d ride in without enthusiasm, and thus call no attention to the pa.s.s to which he"d come.
Nor was he in a hurry to get there, either. The town, a quarter of a mile across the track, squat and squalid in the dust, held nothing for his mood.
Reservoir was a poor town, anyway.
And Life was a poor thing, too.
He"d tried for hours and hours to think of one fair promise which it still held for him--just one!--tried hard! And couldn"t!
Blue Jeans was twenty-two.
And Luck had trifled with him over-long.
One brief month earlier he had been a man of ambition, a man of promise. He"d even found his Dream. An Easterner had helped him to that foolishness; an -ologist from a university who expected to find prehistoric bones and relics entombed under the hills.
Cornered by that Easterner, who liked his face, and not having been handy enough as a liar to get out of it neatly, Blue Jeans had admitted under cross-examination that he was familiar with the country.
Was he doing anything at present?
No-o-o. But he was looking around.
Could he pack?
Yes.
Was he accustomed to horses?
He hoped so.
Could he cook?
Ye-s-s, some. Not good for delicate folks.
Well, then, he was the very man for the position.
And Blue Jeans hadn"t been able to think offhand of an objection; not one which he wanted to voice. He couldn"t admit outright that the prospect was dismaying to his young pride. That he was afraid of the ridicule which certainly it would bring down upon him.
"I"m a cowpuncher, not a grave-robber," was the way it rose to his mind. But that wouldn"t serve. It sounded neither dignified nor convincing.
Then if that was settled, what remuneration would he expect per month?
He had been of astonishing though dense persistence, that professor.
Blue Jeans had pounced upon the query with sensations of deliverance.
"Wel-l-l," and he named a figure which struck him as outrageous.
But it hadn"t staggered the professor; it hadn"t even made him hesitate. The professor"s expenses in the field were already guaranteed, back home, by men who could afford it.
"Then it"s settled," he had said.
And Blue Jeans, who forgot immediately that he had been dragged, struggling, into this bargain and began to view it as a deal of his own shrewd consummation, had scorned himself for two whole hours for not having made it twice as outrageous at least.
Thus had it started.
By night he had figured out how great the sum he had mentioned would be, multiplied by six. The professor planned to be out that long. By morning he had spent some money, quite a little money, in antic.i.p.ation of it. But that was not cause for worry; prosperity was shining in his eyes. He was going to be a man of substance. And he would save, for the Dream was bright. And then the professor spoiled it all by mistaking a mule for a horse.
The mule had not kicked him hard. If that had been the case, Blue Jeans might have found it in his heart to be sorry for him. A less frail man would have suffered less. As it was he spent his sympathy on himself. And when directly the professor sent for him and intimated that owing to the unavoidable postponement of the trip he was again out of employment, he had not lingered to listen.
"Of course, if you care to hang about," the professor had suggested, "until I can travel once more--"
He had not even found it in his heart to be polite.
"Hanging about is just what ails me," finished it. "The devil, he finds mischief for my idle hands to do. You can wait till you"re able, but I"m going to travel _now_!"
And he made good his word without further loss of time, first paying painfully the sums which he had spent in fond antic.i.p.ation, and enduring with a grin the ridicule which was double, because he had made no trip at all.
Last of all, before departing he went around to the stable and fed the mule some sugar.
He had found a new job hard to locate. And the Dream had lost definition and grown dim and distant. It was late for looking around.
The outfits all were full. If he could have cooked--but he couldn"t.
Not for a bunch of plain-spoken cowmen. Not without risking bodily harm. He"d told almost the truth about that. And then he landed with the Dee & Zee.
At any other time the Dee & Zee could not have hired him. He had heard things. But he had lost at last his desire to pick and choose. And he began to think, after he had started work there, that folks had been mistaken. He liked the place, and it seemed permanent. He even went back to the Dream and refurbished it a bit. And then he learned that the superintendent didn"t like him. The superintendent, it appeared, could never bring himself to care much for any man whose scruples were too flourishing. That"s what Blue Jeans had heard and almost begun to disbelieve. Everybody had heard it except the Dee & Zee syndicate owners themselves. But that did him small good. He doubted no longer, however. He quit. He resigned by request.
But when he thought to collect the little pay due him, he experienced difficulty. He made a desperate effort and crowded the issue perilously. When, however, in the face of superior numbers and their eagerness for him to insist, he realized that he would be in no condition to enjoy the money, even if he did succeed in collecting it, he did the thing of indubitable valor. He gave it up gracefully. A coward would have been ashamed to back down, and thus got himself thoroughly killed. He laughed. And moved his right hand further from his holster.
But this time he had waxed stubborn; he had refused to let his Dream grow dim.
And the Box-A people--three weeks later they could have used him. And would have. He knew it. A man had been badly hurt; so badly that he would never know anything any more. They could have used him, only the superintendent had just pa.s.sed that way and outstripped him. They were too busy, therefore, with sober work, too harmonious among themselves, to risk a firebrand.
"A firebrand? Him!"
He had tried to laugh again, but he knew that his laughter was hollow.
It is hard to be blithe and all but broke. Nor had he pled this latter state to urge himself upon them. Anybody could draw that conclusion now, if he wanted to, just from the look of his clothes.