The Max Brand Megapack. Max Brand
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untamed three. Before him, somewhere among those naked, sunburned hills, was the woman whose love could reclaim the wild.
A dimness came before his eyes. He attempted to curse at this weakness, but in place of the blasphemy something swelled in his throat, and a still, small music filled his heart. And when at last he was able to speak his lips framed a vow like that of the old crusaders.
CHAPTER XXIX
“WEREWOLF”
Buck’s cattle pony broke from the lope into a steady dog-trot. Now and then Buck’s horse tossed his head high and jerked his ears quickly back and forth as if he were trying to shake off a fly. As a matter of fact he was bothered by his master’s whistling. The only sound which he was accustomed to hear from the lips of his rider was a grunted curse now and then. This whistling made the mustang uneasy.
Buck himself did not know what the music meant, but it brought into his mind a thought of strong living and of glorious death. He had heard it whistled several times by Dan Barry when the latter lay delirious. It seemed to Buck, while he whistled this air, that the spirit of Dan travelled beside him, nerving him to the work which lay ahead, filling the messenger with his own wild strength.
As Buck dropped into a level tract of country he caught sight of a rider coming from the opposite direction. As they drew closer the other man swung his mount far to one side. Buck chuckled softly, seeing that the other evidently desired to pass without being recognized. The chuckle died when the stranger changed direction and rode straight for Buck. The latter pulled his horse to a quick stop and turned to face the on-comer. He made sure that his six-gun was loose in the holster, for it was always well to be prepared for the unusual in these chance meetings in the mountain-desert.
“Hey, Buck!” called the galloping horseman.
The hand of Daniels dropped away from his revolver, for he recognized the voice of Hal Purvis, who swiftly ranged alongside.
“What’s the dope?” asked Buck, producing his tobacco and the inevitable brown papers.
“Jest lookin’ the landscape over an’ scoutin’ around for news,” answered Purvis.
“Pick up anything?”
“Yeh. Ran across some tenderfoot squatters jest out of Elkhead.”
Buck grunted and lighted his cigarette.
“Which you’ve been sort of scarce around the outfit lately,” went on Purvis.
“I’m headin’ for the bunch now,” said Buck.
“D’you bring along that gun of mine I left at your house?”
“Didn’t think of it.”
“Let’s drop back to your house an’ get it. Then I’ll ride up to the camp with you.”
Buck drew a long puff on his cigarette. He drew a quick mental picture of Purvis entering the house, finding Dan, and then—
“Sure,” he said, “you c’n go back to the house an’ ask pa for the gun, if you want to. I’ll keep on for the hills.”
“What’s your hurry? It ain’t more’n three miles back to your house. You won’t lose no time to speak of.”
“It ain’t time I’m afraid of losin’,” said Buck significantly.
“Then what the devil is it? I can’t afford to leave that gun.”
“All right,” said Buck, forcing a grin of derision, “so long, Hal.”
Purvis frowned at him with narrowing eyes.
“Spit it out, Buck. What’s the matter with me goin’ back for that gun? Ain’t I apt to find it?”
“Sure. That’s the point. You’re apt to find lots of guns. Here’s what I mean, Hal. Some of the cowpunchers are beginnin’ to think I’m a little partial to Jim Silent’s crowd. An’ they’re watchin’ my house.”
“The hell!”
“You’re right. It is. That’s one of the reasons I’m beatin’ it for the hills.”
He started his horse to a walk. “But of course if you’re bound to have that gun, Hal—”
Purvis grinned mirthlessly, his lean face wrinkling to the eyes, and he swung his horse in beside Buck.
“Anyway,” said Buck, “I’m glad to see you ain’t a fool. How’s things at the camp?”
“Rotten. They’s a girl up there—”
“A girl?”
“You look sort of pleased. Sure they’s a girl. Kate Cumberland, she’s the one. She seen us hold up the train, an’ now we don’t dare let her go. She’s got enough evidence to hang us all if it came to a show-down.”
“Kate! Delilah.”
“What you sayin’?”
“I say it’s damn queer that Jim’ll let a girl stay at the camp.”
“Can’t be helped. She’s makin’ us more miserable than a whole army of men. We had her in the house for a while, an’ then Silent rigged up the little shack that stands a short ways—”
“I know the one you mean.”
“She an’ her dad is in that. We have to guard ’em at night. She ain’t had no good word for any of us since she’s been up there. Every time she looks at a feller she makes you feel like you was somethin’ low-down—a snake, or somethin’.”
“D’you mean to say none of the boys please her?” asked Buck curiously. He understood from Dan’s delirious ravings that the girl was in love with Lee Haines and had deserted Barry for the outlaw. “Say, ain’t Haines goodlookin’ enough to please her?”
Purvis laughed unpleasantly.
“He’d like to be, but he don’t quite fit her idea of a man. We’d all like to be, for that matter. She’s a ravin’ beauty, Buck. One of these blue-eyed, yaller-haired kind, see, with a voice like silk. Speakin’ personal, I’m free to admit she’s got me stopped.”
Buck drew so hard on the diminishing butt of his cigarette that he burned his fingers.
“Can’t do nothin’ with her?” he queried.
“What you grinnin’ about?” said Purvis hotly. “D’you think you’dhave any better luck with her?”
Buck chuckled.
“The trouble with you fellers,” he said complacently, “is that you’re all too damned afraid of a girl. You all treat ’em like they was queens an’ you was their slaves. They like a master.”
The thin lips of Purvis curled.
“You’re quite a man, ain’t you?”
“Man enough to handle any woman that ever walked.”
Purvis broke into loud laughter.
“That’s what a lot of us thought,” he said at last, “but she breaks all the rules. She’s got her heart set on another man, an’ she’s that funny sort that don’t never love twice. Maybe you’ll guess who the man is?”
Buck frowned thoughtfully to cover his growing excitement.
“Give it up, Buck,” advised Purvis. “The feller she loves is Whistlin’ Dan Barry. You wouldn’t think no woman would look without shiverin’ at that hell-raiser. But she’s goin’ on a hunger strike on account of him. Since yesterday she wouldn’t eat none. She says she’ll starve herself to death unless we turn her loose. The hell of it is that she will. I know it an’ so does the rest of the boys.”
“Starve herself to death?” said Buck exuberantly. “Wait till I get hold of her!”