The Essential Max Brand - 29 Westerns in One Edition. Max Brand
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Of course there was not a chance in a thousand that he would be pursued —not a chance, unless Ronicky Doone escaped from the band—which was absurd—and then was able to guess what trail the fugitive leader had taken. But there was not a single danger in a thousand possibilities that Ronicky Doone, if he escaped from the besieged shack, would even be able to guess that the leader of the outlaws was a fugitive! Still Jack Moon preferred to make surety doubly sure. So he pressed steadily westward. Before long they would come down into the lowlands; they would begin to enter a district where the plain was green with irrigation, and where little agricultural villages were dotting the green here and there. In one of these, if his persuasions took effect, he could find the minister. In one of these the ceremony could be performed.
Still he delayed beginning the talk. It was hard to find the right opening. His heartbeat began to quicken; and he could have blessed her when she said suddenly: “It’s all like a happy dream, you know. We’ve been through a nightmare time; it’s unreal. I’ve been trying to convince myself that I’ve actually seen Cosslett’s gold, but I can’t.”
“And yet we have four horses here, all loaded with it! More than a hundred thousand dollars, Jerry!”
“I wish it weren’t here!” she answered. “There’s no luck about it.”
“If you want,” he answered, “I’ll pitch the gold down into that ravine and let it lie there. Just say the word!”
The violence of his expression made her glance up to his face, startled; she glanced away as quickly. Such talk as this could mean only one thing. Moreover, she had seen a pale, intense face and eyes that burned out of it at her. The usual pale calm was gone from Jack Moon. He was no longer the aloof, superior leader. He was simply a man, a man in love. She was frightened, but she was not altogether displeased. She cast about, however, for some other topic to carry the talk away from the danger point.
“Perhaps you should. I don’t know. Perhaps Ronicky was right.”
Moon, gritting his teeth, saw that he must not take up the subject. Apparently the girl had recovered from her former aversion to Ronicky.
“Doone is all right,” he said mildly. “Anyway, he stuck by your father in the last pinch.”
“I don’t know what to make of it,” she murmured. “First he seems to throw his own life away, fighting for us against you and your men. He does it for nothing—without a hope of reward. Then he sells his honor and becomes one of your band. Next he leaves the band and at the last moment throws himself on the side of my father again. How do you explain him?”
“I don’t try to,” said the leader carelessly, far more carelessly than he really wished to speak. “He’s just a wild man. That’s all! Some gents are all straight and sane about most things, but go off on one subject. That’s the way with Doone. Talks straight till he gets a chance to fight. Then he goes mad.
“There’s only one thing I’m sorry about,” went on Moon, changing the subject, “and that’s the gold. I promised to get all of it for your father. But all I can give him is the stuff we have with us.”
“You’re going to give that to him?”
“Do you think I’m carrying it for my own use?” asked the bandit sorrowfully.
That won him a smile of gratitude.
“I knew you were brave,” she said, “and I knew you could be gentle and kind, but I didn’t know that you could be so generous.”
“It’s not for my sake or for his,” answered Jack Moon. “It’s you that have taught me what to do.”
He had come close to the point now, and he must press on.
“Will you let me tell you what I’ve been planning?”
She knew well enough what direction he was taking now, yet she could not stop him.
“I’m going East,” said Jack Moon. “You might think that that’s a fool play to make. But mighty few people have ever seen my face. And them that have, would never know me when I’m dressed up in store clothes and wearing gloves and talking smooth. I can put on smooth talk well enough, and lay off on the bum grammar, too, Jerry. You trust to that! So what’s to keep me from popping up in the East—in New York, say, with a new name and plenty of money to start me off in business of some kind? What’s to stop me from all of that?”
“Nothing,” said the girl heartily. “I wish you joy with all my heart. I know you can win out. Nobody would trail you there.”
“Nobody,” echoed Jack Moon. “And by the same way that I’ve made a place for myself in the mountains, I’ll make a place for myself in business, and I’ll make money for myself, too. It won’t be hard!”
“No,” agreed the girl. “You were born to lead men, Jack, and you can lead them in cities as well as you can in the mountains!”
“Yet,” said Jack Moon, “all the money in the world, tied up with a life in a city, wouldn’t make up for the freedom I have in the mountains. Up here I’m a king. Down there I’ll be just lost in the crowd. You see?”
She nodded, dreading what was to come.
“But there’s one thing that would make me go—one thing that would lead me anywhere, Jerry, and that’s you! Understand? You, Jerry!”
He swerved his horse close to her and rode with his left hand on the cantle of her saddle. He was leaning so that, when she looked up to him, his tensed face was hardly an inch away. Jerry Dawn grew pale. His words came in a stream now.
“Since I met you, Jerry, I’ve wanted one thing in the world more than all the rest of it, and that’s you. I’ve quit the band, to follow you. I’ve given up what it’s taken me years to build, to follow you. Understand? I’m through with the mountains—I’m through with the men. I’ve given it up for a new life, and the heart of the new life is you, Jerry. Without you, it’s nothing to me. With you, it’s everything. You’re getting pale, honey, but it’s not because you’re afraid. You’re too steady to do that. You know that, whatever I’ve been to the rest of the world, you can trust me to the finish. Will you tell me that, Jerry? Look up and tell me that!”
She flushed, frightened and miserable.
“But don’t you see. Jack, that I can only answer you—honestly —in one way, if I answer yes to all that?”
“What way?”
“I can only say that I care for you as you care for me. I—I don’t, Jack.”
“You couldn’t,” went on Moon. “It ain’t possible that you could. I don’t expect you to—yet. But with time, Jerry, I’ll pour so much love around you that you can’t help giving some of it back, any more than a mirror can help shining back some firelight! Will you believe that, or d’you see me only as an outlaw talking crazy words that mean nothing?”
“Whatever you may have been,” she answered, “I tell you truly now that you’ve honored me by saying all this to me. But what can I do? I simply don’t care for you in that way, Jack. I know that I owe the life of my father to you, and still—”
“Jerry,” he implored her, “think it over. Think quick and hard. If you turn me down, I go back where I started. I build a new band. I run the mountains again. But if you say the word, I’ll leave the hills. I’ll go to the city. I’ll work to make you a home and happiness as no other man ever worked for a woman.”
Sincerity was in his voice and in his heart. The very fact that she was repulsing him made her the more desirable to Jack Moon. It seemed to him then that the cool gray eyes and the pale, trembling lips of the girl were worth more to him than ten thousand treasures as rich as the treasure of Cosslett.
“I can’t answer you in any other way,” answered Jerry.
“Is there somebody else?” he said through his teeth.