Part 28 (1/2)
”Are you aimin' to drive twenty head of horses off their own range single handed?”
”Sure. You can do it easy if you savvy horses.”
The Texan refrained from comment. He wanted to know who was supposed to be interested in catching him, and why. Had someone told the truth about the lynching, and was he really wanted for aiding and abetting the pilgrim's escape?
”I reckon that's true,” he opined. ”They can't get me here in the bad lands.”
The other laughed: ”You bet they can't! Say, that was some ride you put up down to Wolf River. None of us could have done better.”
”Did you say they was headin' this way?”
”Who?”
”Who would I be thinkin' about now, I wonder?”
”Oh! Naw! They ain't ready to make any arrests yet. The grand jury set special an' returned a lot of indictments an' you're one of 'em, but the districk attorney, he claims he can't go ahead until he digs up the cripus delinkty----”
”The what?”
”Oh, that's a nickname the lawyers has got fer a pilgrim.”
”Wasn't one stranglin' enough for spreadin' out Purdy? What do they want of the pilgrim?”
”Spreadin' out Purdy!” exclaimed the other, ”don't you know that Purdy didn't stay spread? Wasn't hardly hurt even. The pilgrim's bullet just barely creased him, an' when Sam Moore went back with a spring wagon to fetch his remains, Purdy riz up an' started cussin' him out an' scairt Sam so his team run away an' he lost his voice an' ain't spoke out loud since--an' them's only one of the things he done. So, you see, you done your lynching too previous, an' folks is all stirred up about it, holdin' that lawless acts has got to be put a stop to in Choteau County, an' a pilgrim has got as good a right to live as the next one. They're holdin' that even if he had got Purdy it would of be'n a d.a.m.n good thing, an' they wasn't no call to stretch a man for that. So the grand jury set, an' the districk attorney has got a gang of men diggin' up all the coulees for miles around, a-huntin' for the pilgrim's cripus delinkty so he kin go ahead with his arrests.”
The eyes of the Texan were fixed on the mountains. He appeared not interested. Twenty feet away in a deep crevice at the edge of the coulee, Bat Lajune, who had overheard every word, was convulsed with silent mirth.
”You say they've dug up all the coulees? Red Rock an'--an' all, Buffalo, Six-mile, Woodpile, Miller's?” The Texan shot out the names with all appearance of nervous haste, but his eye was sombre as before as he noted the gleam of quick intelligence that flashed into the cowboy's eyes. ”You're sure they dug up Buffalo?” he pressed shrewdly.
”Yes, I think they finished there.”
The Texan gave a visible sigh of relief. ”Say,” he asked, presently, ”do you know if they're fordin' at Cow Island this year?”
”Yes, the Two Bar reps come by that way.”
”I'm right obliged to you. I reckon I'll head north, though. Canada looks good to me 'til this here wave of virtue blows over. So long.”
”So long, Tex. An', say, there's some of us friends of yourn that's goin' to see what we kin do about gettin' them indictments squashed.
We don't want to see you boys doin' time fer stretchin' no pilgrim.”
”You won't,” answered the Texan. ”Toddle along now an' hunt up Mr.
Kester's horses. I want room to think.” He permitted himself a broad smile as the other rode at a gallop toward the mountains, then turned his horse into the coulee he had just left and allowed him his own pace.
”So Purdy ain't dead,” he muttered, ”or was that d.a.m.ned fool lyin'? I reckon he wasn't lyin' about that, an' the grand jury, an' the district attorney.” Again he smiled. ”Let's see how I stack up, now: In the first place, Win ain't on the run, an' I am--or I'm supposed to be.
But, as long as they don't dig Win up out of the bottom of some coulee, I'm at large for want of a party of the first part to the alleged felonious snuffin'-out. Gosh, I bet the boys are havin' fun watchin'
that diggin'. If I was there I'd put in my nights makin' fresh-dug spots, an' my days watchin' 'em prospect 'em.” Then his thoughts turned to the girl, and for miles he rode unheeding. The sun had swung well to the westward before the cowboy took notice of his surroundings.
Antelope b.u.t.te lay ten or twelve miles away and he headed for it with a laugh. ”You must have thought I sure enough was headin' for Cow Island Crossing didn't you, you old dogie chaser?” He touched his horse lightly with his spurs and the animal struck into a long swinging trot.
”This here's a mixed-up play all around,” he muttered. ”Win's worryin'