Shoe-Bar Stratton - Chapter 28

Almost at once they struck a fresh trail, made by a number of horsemen riding in a bunch, which led diagonally across middle pasture. It was easy to follow, and Hardenberg pushed his men hard to make up for delays which were likely to come later on. For a time Buck¹ rode beside the sheriff, discussing their plans and explaining the lay of the land. Then he fell back a little to chat with Jessup.

 

"I'm sure glad of one thing," Bud said emphatically, after a few desultory² remarks. "Miss Mary won't be bothered no more now with that son-of-a-gun hangin' around an' makin' eyes."

 

Stratton turned on him suddenly. "Who the devil do you mean?" he demanded sharply.

 

"Why, Tex, of course," shrugged³ Jessup. "He used to put in considerable time soft-soapin' around her. A hell of a nerve, I'll say, makin' up to such as her."

 

Buck scowled⁴. "I never saw anything like that," he said brusquely, "except maybe once," he added. With a sudden recollection of that afternoon they moved the herd⁵ out of south pasture.

 

"Likely not," returned Bud. "He wasn't so bad till after yuh went. I got the notion he took to courtin' her, yuh might say, as a kind of last hope. If he could figger on gettin' her to marry him, he'd have the ranch⁶ an' everythin' on it without no more trouble at all. You'd think even a scoundrel like him would see she wouldn't look at him."

 

"Did he-- Was he--"

 

"Oh, no! Nothin' raw a-tall," returned Bud, divining the thought in Stratton's mind. "He just hung around the ranch-house a lot, an' was awful sweet, an' used them black eyes of his consid'able. Sorta preparing the way, I reckon. But he didn't get far." He chuckled⁷ reminiscently. "I'll tell the world, she didn't waste no time sendin' him about his business."

 

For a time Buck rode on in frowning silence. The very thought enraged⁸ him and added deeply to the score that was piling up so rapidly against the scoundrel.

 

Presently Bud's voice broke in upon his savage⁹ reverie.

 

"Funny we didn't see nothin' of the Mannings back there," he commented. "The lady couldn't of known yuh was around." He glanced slyly at Buck. "Besides," he added, seeing that his friend's expression did not lighten, "with somethin' like this doin', you'd think his lordship would want to strut¹⁰ around in them baggy¹¹ pants an' yellow boots, an' air his views on how to go about to catch the gang."

 

Stratton turned his head abruptly¹². "But they must be there!" he said sharply. "They surely can't have gone away."

 

"There wasn't no talk of it when I left," shrugged Bud. "Still, an' all, me an' his nibs¹³ wasn't on exactly confidential¹⁴ terms, an' he might have forgot to tell me about his plans. Yuh got to remember, too, I've been gone over a week."

 

A worried wrinkle dodged¹⁵ into Buck's forehead. All along he had taken the presence of the Mannings so entirely¹⁶ for granted that the possibility of their having left the ranch never once occurred to him. But now, in a flash, he realized that by this time, for all he knew, they might be back in Chicago. As Bud said, it certainly seemed odd that neither of them had appeared when the posse rode up to the ranch-house. What a fool he had been not to make sure about it. Why hadn't he asked the question outright¹⁷?

 

"But I did mention it while we were talking," he thought, trying to reconstruct that brief interview with Mary Thorne. "Hang it all! No, I didn't. I was going to, but she interrupted. But she must have known what I referred to."

 

Suddenly there came back the vivid recollection of the girl's face as she said good-by. Outwardly cheerful and composed, that faint pallor and the few lines of strain etched about her mouth and chin struck him now with a tremendous significance. She had known what was in his mind, but purposely refrained from revealing the truth for fear of becoming a drag and hamper¹⁸ to him. She was game through and through.

 

The realization¹⁹ brought a wave of tenderness surging over the man, followed swiftly by a deepening sense of trouble and uneasiness.

 

"I don't like it at all, Bud," he burst out abruptly. "I wish to thunder we'd found out for sure about those Mannings. If they have gone, one of us at least ought to have stayed."

 

"Well, of course I'm only guessin'. Quite likely they're there yet, only it just seemed funny not to see them. But even if she is left alone with only Mrs. Archer²⁰, yuh ain't worryin' about anythin' really happenin' to her, are yuh? It'll be darn lonesome, an' all that, but Lynch an' the whole gang has beat it--"

 

"How do we know where they have gone?" cut in Stratton curtly²¹. "They had a good hour's start, and more. It'll be getting dusk pretty quick. What's to prevent one or more of 'em circling back by the southeast? Lynch is capable of anything, and after what you've just told me--"

 

Bud's eyes widened. "But what would he have to gain--"

 

"Gain?" repeated Buck irritably²². "How the devil do I know what's in that polecat's mind? He's quite capable of hiding behind a woman's skirts. He's even capable of carrying her off and trying to force her to marry him, or something like that. I've half a mind to--"

 

He broke off, frowning. Bud, now thoroughly²³ alarmed, stared at him uneasily. "You'd better let me go back," he said quickly. "They'll need yuh more."

 

"I don't give a damn whether they need me or not," retorted Buck swiftly. "I've got a better idea, though. We'll hit Las Vegas inside of ten minutes. The 'phone's still working, isn't it?"

 

"It was the last I knew."

 

"I'll take a chance. There's been nothing to put it out of business. By calling up we'll know how things stand a whole lot quicker. If she and Mrs. Archer are alone, I'll chase back at once and you can show Hardenberg the way into the mountains."

 

Though Bud's face showed no particular pleasure in the plan, he made no comment, and they rode on in silence. Presently the sheriff turned and called to Stratton. The trail was spreading out, he said, and growing more and more difficult to follow in the waning²⁴ light.

 

"I don't understand why they rode so far apart," he said, "unless it was to make it hard for any one to track them. Looks to me, though, as if they were heading straight for that cut into the mountains you told me about. Is it much further off?"

 

"About a quarter of a mile below the little 'dobe shack²⁵ we're coming to," Stratton answered. "The creek²⁶ takes a sharp turn to the southeast, and right at the bend you cross and ride straight west into a narrow draw that doesn't look like it went anywhere. Further on it twists around and leads into a short cañon that brings you through to a sort of valley lying between the hills. After that everything's plain sailing. It's almost as plain as a regular trail."

 

"Good," nodded Hardenberg. "Anything to mark the draw?"

 

Buck thought a minute. "As I remember, there's a low ridge²⁷ on the north side, and a big clump²⁸ of mesquite on the right just before you leave the flats."

 

"Well, you'll be with us to act as guide. I wish we'd had an hour's earlier start, though. It won't be any cinch traveling through these mountains in the dark. Still, at the worst, we can count on Dick Jordan's bunch to nab them as they come out."

 

Buck nodded. "I'm not sure I can stick along with you much longer," he added briefly²⁹. "But Jessup can show you the way quite as well. There seems to be some doubt now about those people I spoke³⁰ of being still at the ranch."

 

"Humph! That would mean that Miss Thorne would be there alone?"

 

"Yes, except for her aunt. I may be worrying unnecessarily, but with a scoundrel like Lynch--"

 

"You never can tell," finished the sheriff as he hesitated. "That's true enough. We mustn't take any chances. But how--"

 

"Telephone. There's a line from the ranch-house to Las Vegas camp just ahead." Buck pointed³¹ where, through the gathering³² dusk, the outlines of the adobe³³ shack showed dimly. "If I find there's no one with her, I'll ride back."

 

"Go to it," nodded the sheriff. "If you don't show up I'll understand. At a pinch I reckon we could find the trail ourselves from your directions."

 

As Stratton pulled off to the right, he waved his hand and swept onward³⁴ with the posse. Buck reached the door and swung out of the saddle, flinging the reins³⁵ over Pete's head. Then he found that Bud had followed him.

 

"I'm goin' to wait an' hear what yuh find out," the youngster stated resolutely³⁶. "I can catch up with 'em easy enough."

 

"All right."

 

Buck hastily entered the shack, which was almost pitch-dark. A faint glint of metal came from the telephone, hanging beside one window; and as he swiftly crossed the room and fumbled³⁷ for the bell, there stirred within him a sudden sense of apprehension³⁸ that was almost dread³⁹.

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