Way of the Lawless

by Max Brand

  CHAPTER 19

  He had to be guided by what Uncle Jasper had often described--a mountainwhose crest was split like the crown of a hat divided sharply by aknife, and the twin peaks were like the ears of a mule, except that theycame together at the base. By the position of those distant summits heknew that he was in the ravine leading to the cabin of Hank Rainer,the trapper.

  Presently the sun flashed on a white cliff, a definite landmark by whichUncle Jasper had directed him, so Andrew turned out of his path on theeastern side of the gully and rode across the ravine. The slope wassteep on either side, covered with rocks, thick with slides of loosepebbles and sand. His horse, accustomed to a more open country, wascontinually at fault. He did not like his work, and kept tossing hisugly head and champing the bit as they went down to the river bottom.

  It was not a real river, but only an angry creek that went fuming andcrashing through the canyon with a voice as loud as some great stream.Andrew had to watch with care for a ford, for though the bed was notdeep the water ran like a rifle bullet over smooth places and was tornto a white froth when it struck projecting rocks. He found, at length, aplace where it was backed up into a shallow pool, and here he rodeacross, hardly wetting the belly of the gelding. Then up the far slopehe was lost at once in a host of trees. They cut him off from hislandmark, the white cliff, but he kept on with a feel for the rightdirection, until he came to a sudden clearing, and in the clearing was acabin. It was apparently just a one-room shanty with a shed leaningagainst it from the rear. No doubt the shed was for the trapper's horse.

  He had no time for further thought. In the open door of the cabinappeared a man so huge that he had to bend his head to look out, andAndrew's heart fell. It was not the slender, rawboned youth of whomUncle Jasper had told him, but a hulking giant. And then he rememberedthat twenty years had passed since Uncle Jasper rode that way, and intwenty years the gaunt body might have filled out, the shock ofbright-red hair of which Jasper spoke might well have been the originalof the red flood which now covered the face and throat of the big man.

  "Hello!" called the trapper. "Are you one of the boys on the trail?Well, I ain't seen anything. Been about six others here already."

  The blood leaped in Andrew, and then ran coldly back to his heart.Could they have outridden the gelding to such an extent as that?

  "From Tomo?" he asked.

  "Tomo? No. They come down from Gunter City, up yonder, and Twin Falls."

  And Andrew understood. Well indeed had Hal Dozier fulfilled his threatof rousing the mountains against this quarry. He glanced westward. Itwas yet an hour lacking of sundown, but since mid-morning Dozier hadbeen able to send his messages so far and so wide. Andrew set his teeth.What did cunning of head and speed of horse count against the law whenthe law had electricity for its agent?

  "Well," said Andrew, slipping from his saddle, "if he hasn't been bythis way I may as well stay over for the night. If they've hunted thewoods around here all day, no use in me doing it by night. Can youput me up?"

  "Can I put you up? I'll tell a man. Glad to have you, stranger. Gimmeyour hoss. I'll take care of him. Looks like he was kind of ganted up,don't it? Well, I'll give him a feed of oats that'll thicken his ribs."

  Still talking, he led the gelding into his shed. Andrew followed, tookoff the saddle, and, having led the chestnut out and down to the creekfor a drink, he returned and tied him to a manger which the trapper hadfilled with a liberal supply of hay, to say nothing of a feed boxstuffed with oats.

  A man who was kind to a horse could not be treacherous to a man, Andrewdecided.

  "You're Hank Rainer, aren't you?" he asked.

  "That's me. And you?"

  "I'm the unwelcome guest, I'm afraid," said Andrew. "I'm the nephew ofJasper Lanning. I guess you'll be remembering him?"

  "I'll forget my right hand sooner," said the big, red man calmly. But hekept on looking steadily at Andrew.

  "Well," said Andrew, encouraged and at the same time repulsed by thiscalm silence, "my name is one you've heard. I am--"

  The other broke in hastily. "You are Jasper Lanning's nephew. That's allI know. What's a name to me? I don't want to know names!"

  It puzzled Andrew, but the big man ran on smoothly enough: "Lanningain't a popular name around here, you see? Suppose somebody was to comearound and say, 'Seen Lanning?' What could I say, if you was here? 'I'vegot a Lanning here. I dunno but he's the one you want.' But suppose Idon't know anything except you're Jasper's nephew? Maybe you're relatedon the mother's side. Eh?" He winked at Andrew. "You come along anddon't talk too much about names."

  He led the way into the house and picked up one of the posters, whichlay on the floor.

  "They've sent those through the mountains already?" asked Andrewgloomily.

  "Sure! These come down from Twin Falls. Now, a gent with special fineeyes might find that you looked like the gent on this poster. But myeyes are terrible bad mostly. Besides, I need to quicken up that fire."

  He crumpled the poster and inserted it beneath the lid of his ironstove. There was a rush and faint roar of the flame up the chimney asthe cardboard burned. "And now," said Hank Rainer, turning with a broadsmile, "I guess they ain't any reason why I should recognize you. You'rejust a plain stranger comin' along and you stop over here for the night.That all?"

  Andrew had followed this involved reasoning with a rather bewilderedmind, but he smiled faintly in return. He was bothered, in a way, by theextreme mental caution of this fellow. It was as if the keen-eyedtrapper were more interested in his own foolish little subterfuge thanin preserving Andrew. "Now, tell me, how is Jasper?"

  "I've got to tell you one thing first. Dozier has raised the mountains,and I could never cross 'em now."

  "Going to turn back into the plains?"

  "No. The ranges are wide enough, but they're a prison just the same.I've got to get out of 'em now or stay a prisoner the rest of my life,only to be trailed down in the end. No, I want to stay right here inyour cabin until the men are quieted down again and think I've slippedaway from 'em. Then I'll sneak over the summit and get away unnoticed."

  "Man, man! Stay here? Why, they'll find you right off. I wonder you gotthe nerve to sit there now with maybe ten men trailin' you to thiscabin. But that's up to you."

  There was a certain careless calm about this that shook Andrew to hiscenter again. But he countered: "No, they won't look specially inhouses. Because they won't figure that any man would toss up thatreward. Five thousand is a pile of money."

  "It sure is," agreed the other. He parted his red beard and looked up tothe ceiling. "Five thousand is a considerable pile, all in hard cash.But mostly they hunt for this Andrew Lanning a dozen at a time. Well,you divide five thousand by ten, and you've got only five hundred left.That ain't enough to tempt a man to give up Lanning--so bad asall that."

  "Ah," smiled Andrew, "but you don't understand what a stake you couldmake out of me. If you were to give information about me being here, andyou brought a posse to get me, you'd come in for at least half of thereward. Besides, the five thousand isn't all. There's at least one richgent that'll contribute maybe that much more. And you'd get a good halfof that. You see, Hal Dozier knows all that, and he knows there's hardlya man in the mountains who would be able to keep away from selling me.So that's why he won't search the houses."

  "Not you," corrected the trapper sharply. "Andy Lanning is the manDozier wants."

  "Well, Andrew Lanning, then," smiled the guest. "It was just a slip ofthe tongue."

  "Sometimes slips like that break a man's neck," observed the trapper,and he fell into a gloomy meditation.

  And after that they talked of other things, until supper was cooked andeaten and the tin dishes washed and put away. Then they lay in theirbunks and watched the last color in the west through the open door.

  If a member of a posse had come to the door, the first thing his eyesfell upon would have been Andrew Lanning lying on the floor on one sideof the room and the red-bearded man o
n the other. But, though his hostsuggested this, Andrew refused to move his blankets. And he was right.The hunters were roving the open, and even Hal Dozier was at fault.

  "Because," said Andrew, "he doesn't dream that I could have a friend sofar from home. Not five thousand dollars' worth of friend, anyway."

  And the trapper grunted heavily.