Shoe-Bar Stratton - Chapter 18

Stratton staggered back against the wall and leaned there, panting. All his strength had gone out in that last terrific blow, and for a space he seemed incapable¹ of movement. At length, conscious of a warm, moist trickle² on his chin, he raised one hand mechanically to his face and brought it away, dabbled³ with bright crimson⁴. For a moment or two he regarded the stiff, crooked⁵ fingers and bruised⁶ knuckles⁷ in a dazed, impersonal⁸ fashion as if the hand belonged to some one else. Then he became aware that Bud was speaking.

 

"Sure," he mumbled⁹, when the meaning of the reiterated¹⁰ question penetrated¹² to his consciousness. "I'm--all--right."

 

Then his head began to clear, and, slowly straightening his sagging¹³ shoulders, he glanced down at the hulking figure sprawling¹⁴ motionless amidst the debris¹⁵ of the wrecked¹⁶ table.

 

"Is--he--" he began slowly.

 

"He's out, that's all," stated Jessup crisply. "Golly, Buck¹⁷! That was some punch." He paused, regarding his friend eagerly. "What are yuh goin' to do now?" he asked.

 

A tiny trickle of blood from Stratton's cut lip ran down his chin and splashed on the front of his torn, disordered shirt.

 

"Wash, I reckon," he answered, with a twisted twitch¹⁸ of his stiff lips that was meant to be a smile. "I sure need it bad."

 

"But I mean after that," explained Bud. "Don't yuh want me to saddle up while you're gettin' ready? There ain't no point in hangin' around till he comes to."

 

Buck took a step or two away from the wall and regarded the prostrate¹⁹ Lynch briefly²⁰, his glance also taking in McCabe, who bent²¹ over him.

 

"I reckon not," he agreed briefly. "Likewise, if I don't get astride a cayuse mighty²² soon, I won't be able to climb onto him at all. Go ahead and saddle up, kid, and I'll be with you pronto. You'd better ride to town with me and bring back the horse."

 

Bud nodded and, breaking the Colts one after another, pocketed the shells and dropped the weapons into a near-by bunk²³.

 

"Yuh needn't bother to do that," commented McCabe sourly. "Nobody ain't goin' to drill no holes in yuh; we're only too tickled²⁴ to see yuh get out. If you're wise, kid, you'll stay away, likewise. I wouldn't be in yore shoes for no money when Tex comes around an' remembers what yuh done?"

 

"I reckon I can take care of m'self," retorted Jessup. "It ain't Tex's game to be took up for no murder yet awhile."

 

Without further comment he gathered up most of Stratton's belongings²⁵ and departed for the corral. Buck took his hand-bag and, leaving the cabin, limped slowly down to the creek²⁶. He was surprised to note that the encounter seemed to have attracted no attention up at the ranch²⁷-house. Then he realized that with the door and windows closed, what little noise there had been might well have passed unnoticed, especially as the men were at work back in the barns.

 

At the creek he washed the blood from his face and hands, changed his shirt, put a strip of plaster on his cut lip, and decided²⁸ that any further repairs could wait until he reached Paloma.

 

When he arrived at the corral Bud had just finished saddling the second horse, and they lost no time making fast Buck's belongings. The animals were then led out, and Stratton was on the point of mounting when the sound of light footsteps made him turn quickly to find Miss Manning almost at his elbow.

 

"But you're not leaving now, without waiting to say good-by?" she expostulated.

 

Buck's lips straightened grimly, with a grotesque²⁹ twisted effect caused by the plaster at the corner.

 

"After what's happened I hardly supposed anybody'd want any farewell words," he commented with a touch of sarcasm³⁰.

 

Miss Manning stamped her shapely, well-shod foot petulantly³¹. "Rubbish!" she exclaimed. "You don't suppose I believe that nonsense, do you?"

 

"I reckon you're about the only one who doesn't, then."

 

"I'm not. Mrs. Archer³² agrees with me. She says you couldn't be a--a thief if you tried. And down in her heart even Mary-- But whatever has happened to your face?"

 

Stratton flushed faintly. "Oh, I just--cut myself against something," he shrugged³⁴. "It's nothing serious."

 

"I'm glad of that," she commented, dimpling a little. "It certainly doesn't add to your beauty."

 

She was bare-headed, and the slanting³⁵ sunlight, caressing³⁶ the crisp waves of hair, revealed an unsuspected reddish glint amongst the dark tresses. As he looked down into her clear, friendly eyes, Buck realized, and not the first time, how very attractive she really was. If things had only been different, if only the barrier of that hateful mental lapse³⁷ of his had not existed, he had a feeling that they might have been very good friends indeed.

 

His lips had parted for a farewell word or two when suddenly he caught the flutter of skirts over by the corner of the ranch-house. It was Mary Thorne, and Buck wondered with an odd, unexpected little thrill, whether by any chance she too might be coming to say good-by. Whatever may have been her intention, however, it changed abruptly³⁸. Catching³⁹ sight of the group beside the corral fence, she stopped short, hesitated an instant, and then, turning square about, disappeared in the direction she had come. As he glanced back to Stella Manning, Buck's face was a little clouded.

 

"We'll have to be getting started, I reckon," he said briefly. "Thank you very much for--for seeing me off."

 

"But where are you going?"

 

"Paloma for to-night; after that I'll be hunting another job."

 

The girl put out her hand and Stratton took it, hoping that she wouldn't notice his raw, bruised knuckles. He might have spared himself the momentary⁴⁰ anxiety. She wasn't looking at his fingers.

 

"Well, it's good-by, then," she said, a note of regret underlying⁴¹ the surface brightness of her tone. "But when you're settled you must send me a line. We were such good pals⁴² aboard ship, and I haven't enough friends to want to lose even one of them. Send a letter here to the ranch, and if we're gone, Mary will forward it."

 

Buck promised, and swung himself stiffly into the saddle. As he and Bud rode briskly down the slope, he turned and glanced back for an instant. Miss Manning stood where they had left her, handkerchief fluttering from her upraised hand, but Stratton scarcely saw her. His gaze swept the front of the ranch-house, scrutinizing⁴³ each gaping⁴⁴, empty window and the deserted⁴⁵ porch. Finally, with a faint sigh and a little shrug³³ of his shoulders, he mentally dismissed the past and fell to considering the future.

 

There was a good deal yet to be talked over and decided, and when he had briefly detailed⁴⁶ to Bud the various happenings he was still ignorant of, Buck went on to outline his plans.

 

"There are several things I want to look into, and to do it I've got to be on the loose," he explained. "At the same time I don't want Lynch to get the idea I'm snooping around. What sort of a fellow is this Tenny, over at the Rocking-R?"

 

"He's white," returned Bud promptly⁴⁷. "No squarer ranch-boss around the country. I'd of gone there instead of the Shoe-Bar, only they was full up. What was yuh thinkin' of--bracin' him for a job?"

 

"Not exactly, though I'd like Lynch to think I'd been taken on there. Do you suppose, if I put Tenny wise to what I was after, that he'd let me have a cayuse and pack-horse, and stake me to enough grub to keep me a week or two in the mountains back of the Shoe-Bar?"

 

"He might, especially when he knows you're buckin' Tex; he never was much in love with Lynch." Jessup paused, eyeing his companion curiously⁴⁸. "Say, Buck," he went on quickly, "What makes yuh so keen about this, anyhow? Yuh ain't no deputy sheriff, or anythin' like that, are yuh?"

 

For a moment Stratton was taken aback by the unexpectedness of the question. He had come to regard Jessup and himself so completely at one in their desire to penetrate¹¹ the mystery of Lynch's shady doings that it had never occurred to him that his intense absorption in the situation might strike Bud as peculiar⁴⁹. It was one thing to behave as Bud was doing, especially as he frankly⁵⁰ had the interest of Mary Thorne at heart, and quite another to throw up a job and plan to carry on an unproductive investigation⁵¹ from a theoretical desire to bring to justice a crooked foreman whom he had never seen until a few weeks ago.

 

"Why, of course not," parried Buck. "What gave you that notion?"

 

"I dunno exactly. I s'pose mebbe it's the way you're plannin' to give yore time to it without pay or nothin'. There won't be a darn cent in it for yuh, even if yuh do land Tex in the pen."

 

"I know that," and Buck smiled; "but I'm a stubborn cuss when I get started on anything. Besides, I love Tex Lynch well enough to want to see him get every mite⁵² that's comin' to him. I've got a little money saved up, and I'll get more fun spending it this way than any other I can think of."

 

"There's somethin' in that," agreed Jessup. "Golly, Buck! I wisht I could go along with yuh. I never was much on savin', but I could manage a couple of weeks without a job."

 

Stratton hesitated. "I'd sure like it, kid," he answered. "It would be a whole lot pleasanter for me, but I'm wondering if you wouldn't do more good there on the Shoe-Bar. With nobody at all to cross him, there's no tellin' what Lynch might try and pull off. Besides, it seems to me somebody ought to be there to sort of look after Miss--" He broke off, struck by a sudden possibility. "You don't suppose he'll get really nasty about what you--"

 

"Hell!" broke in Bud sharply. "I wasn't thinking about that. He'll be nasty, of course, but he can't go more than so far. I reckon you're right, Buck. Miss Mary oughtn't to be left there by herself."

 

"Of course, there's Manning--"

 

Bud disposed of the aristocratic Alfred with a forceable epithet⁵³ which ought to have made his ears burn. "Besides, that bird ain't goin' to stay forever, I hope," he added.

 

This settled, they passed on to other details, and by the time they reached Paloma, everything had been threshed out and decided, including a possible means of communication in case of emergency.

 

Ravenously⁵⁴ hungry, they sought the ramshackle hotel at once, and though it was long after the regular supper hour, they succeeded in getting a fair meal cooked and served. Concluding that it would be pleasanter all around to give Lynch as much time as possible to recover from his spleen, Bud decided to defer⁵⁵ his return to the ranch until early morning. So when they had finished eating, they walked down to the store to arrange for hiring one of Daggett's horses again. Here they were forced to spend half an hour listening to old Pop's garrulous⁵⁶ comments and the repeated "I told you so," which greeted the news of Stratton's move before they could tear themselves away and turn in.

 

They were up at dawn, ate a hurried breakfast, and then set out along the trail. Where the Rocking-R track branched off they paused for a few casual words of farewell, and then each went his way. A few hundred yards beyond, Buck turned in his saddle just in time to see Jessup, leading Stratton's old mount, ride briskly into a shallow draw and disappear.

 

He had a feeling that he was going to miss the youngster, with his cheerful optimism and dependable ways; but he felt that at the most a few weeks would see them together again. Fortunately for his peace of mind, he had not the least suspicion of the circumstances which were to bring about their next meeting.

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