Overland Red: A Romance of the Moonstone Cañon Trail
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CHAPTER XXIII
SILENT SAUNDERS SPEAKS
Meanwhile Collie kept a vigilant eye on Silent Saunders. The other,somewhat sullenly but efficiently, attended to his work. Collie'svigilance was rewarded unexpectedly and rather disagreeably.
One day, as he stood stroking Black Boyar's neck, he happened to glanceacross the yard. Saunders was saddling one of the horses in the corral.Louise, astride Boyar, spoke to Collie of some detail of the ranch work,purposely prolonging the conversation. Something of the Collie of theOro barbecue had vanished. In its stead was an inexplicable but positivequality of masterfulness, apparent in poise and manner.
Louise, because she knew him so well, was puzzled and curious. She couldnot account for the change. She was frankly interested in him in spiteof, or perhaps because of, his early misfortunes. Instinctively she feltthat he had gained a moral confidence in himself. His physicalexcellence and ability had always been manifest. This morning, hisgrave, dark eyes, upturned to her face as he caressed Boyar, weredisconcertingly straightforward. He seemed to be drinking his fill ofher beauty. His quick smile, still boyish, and altogether irresistible,flashed as she spoke humorously of his conquest of the outlaw colt Yuma.
"I learned more--ridin' that cayuse for two minutes--than I ever expectto learn again in that time."
Remembering that she had been first to reach him when he was thrown, thefresh bloom of her cheeks deepened. Her eyelids drooped for an instant."One can learn a great deal quickly, sometimes," she said. Then added,for he had smiled again,--"About horses."
"And folks." He spoke quietly and lifted her gauntleted hand, touchingit lightly with his lips. So swift, so unexpected had been his homagethat she did not realize it until it was irrevocably paid.
"Why, Collie!"
"Because you wasn't ashamed to help a guy in front of the others."
"Please don't say 'guy.' And why should I be ashamed to help any of ourboys?" she said, laughing. She had quite recovered herself.
"'Course you wouldn't be. But this is a kind of 'good-bye,' too. I wasgoing to ask you to mail this letter to Overland Red. I told him in itthat I was coming."
"We are sorry that you are leaving," said Louise. "Uncle Walter said youhad spoken to him."
"It isn't the money. I could wait. But I don't feel like taking all thatmoney and not doing anything for it. I guess Red needs me, too. Brandsays I'm a fool to quit here now. Mebby I am. I like it here; the workand everything."
Saunders, watching them, saw Collie give Louise a letter. He saw hertuck it in her waist and rein Boyar round toward the gate.
As Collie came toward the corrals he noticed that Saunders had saddledthe pinto Rally. He was a little surprised. Rally was Walter Stone'sfavorite saddle-horse and used by none but him. He knew his employer wasabsent. Perhaps Saunders had instructions to bring Rally to the station.
Collie paid no further attention to Saunders until the latter came fromhis quarters with a coat and a blanket-roll which he tied to the saddle.Then Collie became interested. He left the road and climbed the hillback of the corrals. He watched Saunders astride the pinto as he openedthe gate and spurred through without closing it. That was a littleunusual.
"I feel almost like taking a cayuse and following him," muttered Collie."But, no. What for, anyway?"
On a rise far below was Black Boyar, loping along easily. Collie saw himstop and turn into the Old Meadow Trail. He watched for Saunders toappear on the road below the ranch. Presently out from the shoulder of ahill leaped Rally. Saunders was plying quirt and spur. The pinto wasdoing his best.
"Something's wrong. I'll just take a chance." And Collie ran to thecorral and roped the Yuma colt. He saddled her, led her a few steps thatshe might become used to the feel of the cinchas, and then mounted. Heturned the pony up the hill and sat watching the pinto on the roadbelow. He saw Saunders draw rein and dismount, apparently searching theroad for something. Then he saw him mount quickly and disappear on theOld Meadow Trail.
Collie whirled the pony round and down the hill. Through the gateway hethundered. The steel-sinewed flanks stiffened and relaxed rhythmicallyas the hillside flew past. The Yuma colt, half-wild, ran with greatleaps that ate into space. They swept through the first ford. A thinsheet of water spread on either side of them. The outlaw fought the curball the way up the hill beyond. Pebbles clattered from her hoofs andspun skyward as she raced along the level of the hilltop.
Down the next grade the pony swung, taking the turns with short leaps.On the crest Collie checked her. The road beyond, clear to the valley,was empty.
He examined the tracks entering the Old Meadow Trail. He had not beenmistaken. Saunders had ridden in. Mounting, Collie spurred through thegreasewood, trusting to the pony's natural activity and sure-footedness.
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Louise, sitting on the dream-rock in the old meadow, gazed out acrossthe valley. Black Boyar stood near with trailing bridle-reins.
Despite herself the girl kept recalling Collie's face as he had talkedwith her at the ranch. Admiration she had known before and manytimes--adoration never, until that morning.
For a long time she dreamed. The shadows of the greasewood lengthened.The air grew cooler. Louise ended her soliloquy by saying aloud: "He's anice boy, though. I do hope he will keep as he is."
Boyar, lifting his head, nickered and was answered by Rally, enteringthe meadow. Silent Saunders rode up hurriedly.
"Why, Saunders,--what is it? That's Rally! Were you going to meet UncleWalter?"
"No, Miss. I'm in a hurry. Just hand over that letter that young Colliegive to you at the ranch. I want it. I mean business."
"You want the letter? What do you mean? What right have you--"
"No right. Only I want it. I don't want to make trouble."
"You! A Western man, and speak that way to a woman! Saunders, I'mashamed to think you ever worked for us."
"Oh, I know you got nerve. But I'm in a hurry. Hand it over. Then youcan call me anything you like."
"I shall not hand it over."
"All right. I got to have it."
The girl, her gray eyes blazing with indignation, backed away as hestrode toward her. "You'd dare, would you?" And as Saunders laughed shecut him across the face with her quirt.
His face, streaked with the red welt of the rawhide, grew white as hecontrolled his anger. He leaped at her and had his hands on her when shestruck him again with all her strength. He staggered back, his hand tohis eyes.
A wild rush of hoofs, a shock, a crash, and he was beneath the plungingfeet of the Yuma colt. The pony flashed past, her head jerking up.Louise saw Collie leap to the ground and come running back.
Saunders, rolling to his side, reached for his holster, when he saw thatin Collie's hand which precluded further argument.
"Don't get up!" said Collie quietly. "I never killed a man--but I'mgoing to, quick, if you lift a finger."
Saunders kept still. Collie stepped round behind him. "Now, get up,slow," he commanded.
When Saunders was on his feet, Collie reached forward and secured hisgun.
"I'll send your check to the store," said Louise, addressing Saunders."I shall tell Mr. Stone that I discharged you. I don't believe I hadbetter tell the men about this."
"Beat it, Saunders," said Collie, laughing. "You are leaving here afoot,which suits me fine. Red would be plumb happy to know it."
"Red's goin' to walk into my lead some of these days."
"That's some day. This is to-day," said Collie.
Saunders, turning, gazed covetously at the pinto Rally. Collie saw, andsmiled. "I missed twice. The third trick is goin' to be mine. Don't youforget that, Mister Kid," said Saunders.
"Oh, you here yet?" said Collie; and he was not a little gratified tonotice that Saunders limped as he struck off down the trail.