LITMIR.BIZ

Скачать книгу

      “But as it stands, we’d believe Andy Green a whole lot quicker’n what we would you,” supplemented Big Medicine loudly. “You’re dead right there.”

      “What was it he said about it?” Weary wanted to know. “I wasn’t paying much attention, with the Kid yelling his head off and old Silver gaping like a sick turkey, and all. What was it about them dryfarmers?”

      “He said,” piped Pink, “that he’d got next to a scheme to bring a big bunch of dry-farmers in on this bench up here, with stock that they’d turn loose on the range. That’s what he said. He claims the agent wanted him to go in on it.”

      “Mamma!” Weary held a match poised midway between his thigh and his cigarette while he stared at Pink. “That would be some mixup—if it was to happen.” His sunny blue eyes—that were getting little crow’s-feet at their corners—turned to look after the departing Andy. “Where’s the josh?” he questioned the group.

      “The josh is, that he’d like to see us all het up over it, and makin’ war-talks and laying for the pilgrims some dark night with our six-guns, most likely,” retorted Pink, who happened to be in a bad humor because in ten minutes he was due at a line of post-holes that divided the big pasture into two unequal parts. “He can’t agitate me over anybody’s troubles but my own. Happy, I’ll help Bud stretch wire this afternoon if you’ll tamp the rest uh them posts.”

      “Aw, you stick to your own job! How was it when I wanted you to help pull the old wire off that hill fence and git it ready to string down here? You wasn’t crazy about workin’ with bob wire then, I noticed. You said—”

      “What I said wasn’t a commencement to what I’ll say again,” Pink began truculently, and so the subject turned effectually from Andy Green.

      Weary smoked meditatively while they wrangled, and when the group broke up for the afternoon’s work he went unobtrusively in search of Andy. He was not quite easy in his mind concerning the alleged joke. He had looked full at the possibilities of the situation—granting Andy had told the truth, as he sometimes did—and the possibilities had not pleased him. He found Andy morosely replacing some broken strands in his cinch, and he went straight at the mooted question.

      Andy looked up from his work and scowled. “This ain’t any joke with me,” he stated grimly. “It’s something that’s going to put the Flying U out of business if it ain’t stopped before it gets started. I’ve been worrying my head off ever since day before yesterday; I ain’t in the humor to take anything off those imitation joshers up there—I’ll tell yuh that much.”

      “Well, but how do you figure it can be stopped?” Weary sat soberly down on the oats box and absently watched Andy’s expert fingers while they knotted the heavy cotton cord through the cinch-ring. “We can’t stand ‘em off with guns.”

      Andy dropped the cinch and stood up, pushing back his hat and then pulling it forward into place with the gesture he used when he was very much in earnest. “No, we can’t. But if the bunch is game for it there’s a way to block their play—and the law does all our fighting for us. We don’t have to yeep. It’s like this, Weary counting Chip and the Little Doctor and the Countess there’s eleven of us that can use our rights up here on the bench. I’ve got it all figured out. If we can get Irish and Jack Bates to come back and help us out, there’s thirteen of us. And we can take homesteads along the creeks and deserts back on the bench, and—say, do you know how much land we can corral, the bunch of us? Four thousand acres and if we take our claims right, that’s going to mean that we get a dead immortal cinch on all the bench land that’s worth locating, around here, and we’ll have the creeks, and also we’ll have the breaks corralled for our own stock.

      “I’ve gone over the plat—I brought a copy to show you fellows what we can do. And by taking up our claims right, we keep a deadline from the Bear Paws to the Flying U. Now the Old Man owns Denson’s ranch, all south uh here is fairly safe—unless they come in between his south line and the breaks; and there ain’t room for more than two or three claims there. Maybe we can get some of the boys to grab what there is, and string ourselves out north uh here too.

      “That’s the only way on earth we can save what little feed there is left. This way, we get the land ourselves and hold it, so there don’t any outside stock come in on us. If Florence Grace Hallman and her bunch lands any settlers here, they’ll be between us and Dry Lake; and they’re dead welcome to squat on them dry pinnacles—so long as we keep their stock from crossing our claims to get into the breaks. Savvy the burro?”

      “Yes-s—but how’d yuh KNOW they’re going to do all this? Mamma! I don’t want to turn dry-farmer if I don’t have to!”

      Andy’s face clouded. “That’s just what’ll block the game, I’m afraid. I don’t want to, either. None of the boys’ll want to. It’ll mean going up there and baching, six or seven months of the year, by our high lonesomes. We’ll have to fulfill the requirements, if we start in—because them pilgrims’ll be standing around like dogs at a picnic, waiting for something to drop so they can grab it and run. It ain’t going to be any snap.

      “And there’s another thing bothers me, Weary. It’s going to be one peach of a job to make the boys believe it hard enough to make their entries in time.” Andy grinned wrily. “By gracious, this is where I could see a gilt-edged reputation for telling the truth!”

      “You could, all right,” Weary agreed sympathetically. “It’s going to strain our swallowers to get all that down, and that’s a fact. You ought to have some proof, if you want the boys to grab it, Andy.” His face sobered. “Who is this Florence person? If you could get some kinda proof—a letter, say...”

      “Easiest thing in the world!” Andy brightened at the suggestion. “She’s stopping at the Park, in Great Falls, and she wanted me to come up or write. Anybody going to town right away? I’ll send that foxy dame a letter that’ll produce proof enough. You’ve helped ma a lot, Weary.”

      Weary scrutinized him sharply and puckered his lips into a doubtful expression. “I wish I knew for a fact whether all this is straight goods, Andy,” he said pensively. “Chances are you’re just stringing me. But if you are, old boy, I’m going to take it outa your hide—and don’t you forget that.” He grinned at his own mental predicament. “Honest, Andy, is this some josh, or do you mean it?”

      “By gracious, I wish it was a josh! But it ain’t, darn it. In about two weeks or so you’ll all see the point of this joke—but whether the joke’s on us or on the homeseekers’ Syndicate depends on you fellows. Lord! I wish I’d never told a lie!”

      Weary sat knocking his heels rhythmically against the side of the box while he thought the matter over from start to hypothetical finish and back again. Meanwhile Andy Green went on with his work and scowled over his well-earned reputation that hampered him now just when he needed the confidence of his fellows in order to save their beloved Flying U from slow annihilation. Perhaps his mental suffering could not rightly be called remorse, but a poignant regret it most certainly was, and a sense of complete bafflement which came out in his next sentence.

      “Even if she wrote me a letter, the boys’d call it a frame-up just the same. They’d say I had it fixed before I left town. Doctor Cecil’s up at the Falls. They’d lay it to her.”

      “I was thinking of that, myself. What’s the matter with getting Chip to go up with you? Couldn’t you ring him in on the agent somehow, so he can get the straight of it?”

      Andy stood up and looked at Weary a minute. “How’d I make Chip believe me enough to GO?” he countered. “Darn it, everything looked all smooth sailing till I got back here to the ranch and the boys come at me with that same old smart-aleck brand uh talk. I kinda forgot how I’ve lied to ‘em and fooled ‘em right along till they duck every time I open my face.” His eyes were too full of trouble to encourage levity in his listener. “You remember that time the boys’ rode off and left me laying out here on the prairie with my leg broke?” he went on dismally. “I’d rather

Скачать книгу