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a suspicious nater. We don’t want to have no bloodshed. When I hear Harry’s buckboard I’ll come for you. And if you hear any pecooliar noises before he gits here, don’t think nothin’ of it. It’ll just be me luggin’ Joshua upstairs.”

      “That critter’ll bray fit to wake the dead,” says she.

      “He won’t, neither,” I said. “He’ll go to sleep and keep his mouth shet. Uncle Shadrach won’t suspect nothin’ till he lights him a candle to go to bed by. Or if he’s too drunk to light a candle, and just falls down on the bed in the dark, he’ll wake up durin’ the night some time to git him a drink of water. He’s bound to see Joshua some time between midnight and mornin’. All I hope is the shock won’t prove fatal. You go git ready to skip now.”

      I went back to the wagon and cooked me some more venison, also about a dozen aigs Kit had give me along with some corn pone and a gallon of buttermilk. I managed to make a light snack out of them morsels, and then, as soon as it was good and dark, I hitched up the mules and loaded Joshua into the wagon and went slow and easy down the road. I stopped behind the corral and tied the mules.

      The house was dark and still. I toted Joshua into the house and carried him upstairs. I heard Kit moving around in her room, but they warn’t nobody else in the house.

      * * * *

      Cousin Buckner had regular stairs in his house like what they have in big towns like War Paint and the like. Most folks in the Bear Creek country just has a ladder going up through a trap-door, and some said they would be a jedgment onto Buckner account of him indulging in such vain and sinful luxury, but I got to admit that packing a jackass up a flight of stairs was a lot easier than what it would have been to lug him up a ladder.

      Joshua didn’t bray nor kick none. He didn’t care what was happening to him so long as he didn’t have to do no work personal. I onfastened his laigs and tied a rope around his neck and t’other end to the foot of Uncle Shadrach’s bunk, and give him a hat I found on a pag to chaw on till he went to sleep, which I knowed he’d do pronto.

      I then went downstairs and heard Kit fussing around in her room, but it warn’t time for Harry, so I went back out behind the corral and sot down and leaned my back agen the fence, and I reckon I must of gone to sleep. Just associating with Joshua give a man the habit. First thing I knowed I heard a buckboard rumbling over a bridge up the draw, and knowed it was Harry coming in fear and trembling to claim his bride. The moon warn’t up yet but they was a glow above the trees on the eastern ridges.

      I jumped up and ran quick and easy to Kit’s winder—I can move light as a cougar in spite of my size—and I said: “Kit, air you ready?”

      “I’m ready!” she whispered, all of a tremble. “Don’t talk so loud!”

      “They ain’t nothin’ to be scairt of,” I soothed her, but lowered my voice just to humor her. “Yore pap is in Wolf Canyon by this time. Ain’t nobody in the house but us. I been watchin’ out by the corral.”

      Kit sniffed.

      “Warn’t that you I heard come into the house while ago?” she ast.

      “You been dreamin’,” I said. “Come on! That’s Harry’s buckboard comin’ up the road.”

      “Lemme get just a few more things together!” she whispered, fumbling around in the dark. That’s just like a woman. No matter how much time they has aforehand, they always has something to do at the last minute.

      I waited by the winder and Harry druv on past the house a few rods and tied the hoss and come back, walking light and soft, and plenty pale in the starlight.

      “Go on out the front door and meet him,” I told her. “No, wait!”

      Because all to onst Harry had ducked back out of the road, and he jumped over the fence and come to the winder where I was. He was shaking like a leaf.

      “Somebody comin’ up the road afoot!” he says.

      “It’s pap!” gasped Kit. Her and Harry was shore scairt of the old man. They hadn’t said a word above a whisper you could never of heard three yards away, and I was kinda suiting my voice to their’n.

      “Aw, it cain’t be!” I said. “He’s in Wolf Canyon. That’s Uncle Shadrach comin’ home to sleep off his drunk, but he’s back a lot earlier’n what I figgered he would be. He ain’t important, but we don’t want no delay. Here, Kit, gimme that bag. Now lemme lift you outa the winder. So! Now you all skin out. I’m goin’ to climb this here tree whar I can see the fun. Git!”

      They crope out the side-gate of the yard just as Uncle Shadrach come in at the front gate, and he never seen ’em because the house was between ’em. They went so soft and easy I thought if Cousin Buckner had been in the house he wouldn’t of woke up. They was hustling down the road towards the buckboard as Uncle Shadrach was coming up on the porch and going into the hall. I could hear him climbing the stair. I could of seen him if they’d been a light in the house, because I could look into a winder in his room and one in the downstairs hall, too, from the tree where I was setting.

      He got into his room about the time the young folks reached their buckboard, and I seen a light flare up as he struck a match. They warn’t no hall upstairs. The stairs run right up to the door of his room. He stood in the doorway and lit a candle on a shelf by the door. I could see Joshua standing by the bunk with his head down, asleep, and I reckon the light must of woke him up, because he throwed up his head and give a loud and ringing bray. Uncle Shadrach turned and seen Joshua and he let out a shriek and fell backwards downstairs.

      * * * *

      The candle light streamed down into the hall, and I got the shock of my life. Because as Uncle Shadrach went pitching down them steps, yelling bloody murder, they sounded a bull’s roar below, and out of the room at the foot of the stair come prancing a huge figger waving a shotgun in one hand and pulling on his britches with the other’n. It was Cousin Buckner which I thought was safe in Wolf Canyon! That’d been him which Kit heard come in and go to bed awhile before!

      “What’s goin’ on here?” he roared. “What you doin’, Shadrach?”

      “Git outa my way!” screamed Uncle Shadrach. “I just seen the devil in the form of a zebray jackass! Lemme outa here!”

      He busted out of the house, and jumped the fence and went up the road like a quarter-hoss, and Cousin Buckner run out behind him. The moon was just comin’ up, and Kit and Harry was just starting down the road. When she seen her old man irrupt from the house, Kit screeched like a scairt catamount, and Buckner heard her. He whirled and seen the buckboard rattling down the road and he knowed what was happening. He give a beller and let bam at ’em with his shotgun, but it was too long a range.

      “Whar’s my hoss?” he roared, and started for the corral. I knowed if he got astraddle of that derned long-laigged bay gelding of his’n, he’d ride them pore infants down before they’d went ten miles. I jumped down out of the tree and yelled: “Hey, there, Cousin Buckner! Hey, Buck—”

      He whirled and shot the tail offa my coonskin cap before he seen who it was.

      “What you mean jumpin’ down on me like that?” he roared. “What you doin’ up that tree? Whar you come from?”

      “Never-mind that,” I said. “You want to catch Harry Braxton before he gits away with yore gal, don’t you? Don’t stop to saddle a hoss. I got a light wagon hitched up behind the corral. We can run ’em down easy in that.”

      “Let’s go!” he roared, and in no time at all we was off, him standing up in the bed and cussing and waving his shotgun.

      “I’ll have his sculp!” he roared. “I’ll pickle his heart and feed it to my houn’ dawgs! Cain’t you go no faster?”

      Them dern mules was a lot faster than I’d thought. I didn’t dare hold ’em back for fear Buckner would git suspicious, and the first thing I knowed we was overhauling the buckboard foot by foot. Harry’s

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