She must ride and ride until she was around on
the other side of that last one that had the funny,
pointed cone top like a big stone tepee. On the
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strange new life of which she was beginning to feel afraid. There would be no more riding up to camera, laughing or sighing or frowning as Wagalexa Conka commanded her to do. There would be no more shy greetings of the slim young woman in riding skirt — the friendship scenes and the black-browed anger, while Pete Lowry turned the camera and Luck stood beside him telling her just what she must do, and smiling at her when she •did it well.
There would be Ramon, and the priest and the 'wide ring of shiny gold — what more? The mountains, all pink and violet and smiling green and soft gray — the mountains hid the new life from her. And she must ride around that last, sharp-pointed one, and come into the new life that was on the other side — and what if it should be bitter ? What if Ramon's love did not live beyond the wide ring of shiny gold ? She had seen it so, with other men and other maids.
No matter. She had sworn the oath that she
would go. But first, there at the old well where
Ramon had taught her the Spanish love words,
there where she had listened shyly and happily to
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his voice that was so soft and so steeped in love, Annie-Many-Ponies stood up with her face to the mountains and sorrow in her eyes, and chanted again the wailing, Omaha mourning-song. And just hehind her the little black dog, that had followed close to her heels all the way, sat upon his haunches and pointed his nose to the sky and howled.
For a long time she wailed. Then to the mountains that she loved she made the sign of peace-and-farewell, and turned herself stoically to the keeping of her oath. Her bundle that was so big and heavy she placed in the saddle and fastened with the saddle-string and with the red sash that had bound it across her chest and shoulders. Then, as her great grandmother had plodded across the bleak plains of the Dakotas at her master's behest, Annie-Many-Ponies took the bridle reins and led the horse out of the ruin, and started upon her plodding, patient journey to what lay beyond the mountains. Behind her the black horse walked with drooping head, half asleep in the warm sunlight. At the heels of the horse followed the little black dog.
CHAPTER IX
BIDEES IN" THE BACKGROUND
LUCK, as explained elsewhere, was sweating and swearing at the heat in Bear Canon. The sun had crept around so that it shone full into a certain bowlder-strewn defile, and up this sunbaked gash old Applehead was toiling, leading the scrawniest burro which Luck had been able to find in the country. The burro was packed with a prospector's outfit startlingly real in its pathetic meagerness. Old Applehead was picking his way among rocks so hot that he could hardly bear to lay his bare hand upon them, tough as that hand was with years of exposure to heat and cold alike. Beads of perspiration were standing on his face, which was a deep, apoplectic crimson, and little trickles of sweat were dropping off his lower jaw. He was muttering as he climbed, but the camera fortunately failed to record the language that he used. Now and then he turned and yanked sav-126
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agely at the lead rope; whereupon the burro would sit down upon its haunches and allow Applehead to stretch its neck as far as bone and tough hide and tougher sinew would permit. Someone among the group roosting in the shade across the defile and well out of camera range would laugh, and Luck, standing on a ledge just behind and above the camera, would shout directions or criticism of the " business."
" Come on back, Applehead," Luck yelled when the " prospector " had turned a corner of rock and disappeared from sight of the camera. "We'll do that scene over once more before the sun gets too far around."
" Do it over, will ye ? " Applehead snarled as he came toiling obediently back down the gulch. " Well, now, I ain't so danged shore about that there doin' over —'nless yuh want to wait and do it after sundown. Ain't nobody but a danged fool 't would go trailin' up that there gulch this kinda day. Them rocks up there is hot enough to brile a lizard — now, I'm tellin' ye! "
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good " picture-stuff," however, so he called down grimly:
" Now you're just about fagged enough for that close-up I want of you, Applehead. You went up that gulch a shade too brisk for a fellow that's all in from traveling, and starved into the bargain. Come back down here by this sand bank, and start up towards camera. Back up a little, Pete, so you can ' pam' his approach. I want to get him pulling his burro up past that bank — sabe ? And the close-up of his face with all those sweat-streaks will prove how far he's come — and then I want the detail of that burro and his pack which you'll get as they go by. You see what I mean. Let's see. Will it swing you too far into the sun, Pete, if you pick him up down there in that dry channel ? "
" Not if you let me make it right away," Pete replied after a squint or two through the view-finder. " Sun's getting pretty far over —"
" Ought to leave a feller time to git his wind," Applehead complained, looking up at Luck with eyes bloodshot from the heat. " I calc'late mebby you think it's fun to drag that there burro up over them rocks ?"
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" Sure, it isn't fun. We didn't come out here for fun. Go down and wait behind that bank, and come out into the channel when I give the word. I want you coming up all-in, just as you look right now. Sorry, but I can't let you wait to cool off, Applehead."
" Well now," Applehead began with short-winded sarcasm, " I'm s'posed to be outa grub. Why didn't yuh up 'n' starve me fer a week or two, so'st I'd be gaunted up realistic ? Why didn't yuh break a laig fer me, sos't I kin show some five-cent bunch in a pitcher-show how bad I'm off ? Danged if I ain't jest about gittin' my hide full uh this here danged fool reelism you're hollerin' fur all the time. • T you send me down there to come haulin* that there burro back up here so's the camery kin watch me sweat 'n' puff my danged daylights out — before I git a drink uh water, I'll murder ye in cold blood, now I'm tellin' ye! "
" You go on down there and shut up! " Luck yelled inexorably. " You can drink a barrel when I'm through with this scene — and not before. Get that ? My Lord! If you can't lead a burro a hundred yards without setting down and fanning 129
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yourself to sleep, you must be losing your grip for fair. I'll stake you to a rocking-chair and let you do old grandpa parts, if you aren't able to —"
" Dang you, Luck, if you wasn't such a little runt I'd come up there and jest about lick the pants off you! Talk that way to me, will ye ? I'll have ye know I kin lead burros with you or any other dang man, heat er no heat. Ef yuh ain't got no more heart'n to ast it of me, I'll haul this here burro up V down this dang gulch till there ain't nothin' left of 'im but the lead-rope, and the rocks is all wore down to cobble-stone! Ole grandpa parts, hey ? You'll swaller them words when I git to ye, young feller — and you'll swaller 'em mighty dang quick, now I'm tellin' ye! "
He went off down the gulch to the sand bank. The Happy Family, sprawled at ease in the shade, took cigarettes from their lips that they might chortle their amusement at the two. Like father and son were Applehead and Luck, but their bickerings certainly would never lead one to suspect their affection.
" Get that darned burro outa sight, will you ?" Luck bawled impatiently when Applehead paused 130
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to send a murderous glance back toward camera. " What's the matter — yuh, paralyzed, down there ? Haul him in behind that bank! The moon'll be up before you get turned around, at that rate! "
" You shet yore haid! " Applehead retorted at the full capacity of his lungs and with an absolute disregard for Luck's position as director of the company. "
Who's leadin' this here burro — you er me ? Per two cents I'd come back and knock the tar outa you, Luck! Stand up there on a rock and flop your wings and crow like a danged banty rooster—'n' I was leadin' burros 'fore you was born! I'd like to know who yuh think you l>e ? "
Pete Lowry, standing feet-apart and imperturb-ably focussing the camera while the two yelled insults at each other, looked up at Luck.
" Eiders in the background," he announced laconically, and returned to his squinting and fussing. " Maybe you can make 'em hear with the megaphone," he hinted, looking again at Luck. " They're riding straight up the canon, in the middle distance. They'll register in the scene, if you can't turn 'em."
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phone to his irritated prospector. " Get those riders outa the canon — they're in the scene! "
Applehead promptly appeared, glaring up at Luck. " Well, now, if I've got to haul this here dang jackass up this dang gulch, I cal'clate that'll be about job enough for one man," he yelled. " How yuh expect me t' go two ways 't once ? Hey? Yuh figured that out yit?" He turned then for a look at the interrupting strangers, and immediately they saw his manner change. He straightened up, and his right hand crept back significantly toward his hip. Applehead, I may here explain, was an ex-sheriff, and what range men call a "go-getter." He had notches on the ivory handle of his gun — three of them. In fair fights and in upholding the law he had killed, and he would kill again if the need ever arose, as those who knew him never doubted.
Luck, seeing that backward movement of the hand, unconsciously hitched his own gun into position on his hip and came down off his rock ledge with one leap. Just as instinctively the Happy Family scrambled out of the shade and followed Luck down the gulch to where Applehead stood 132
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facing down the canon, watchfulness in every tense line of his lank figure. Tommy Johnson, who never seemed to be greatly interested in anything save his work, got up from where he lay close beside the camera tripod and went over to the other side of the gulch where he could see plainer.
Like a hunter poising his shotgun and making ready when his trained bird-dog points, Luck walked guardedly down the gulch to where Apple-head stood watching the horsemen who had for the moment passed out of sight of those above.
" jSTow, what's that danged shurf want, prowlin' up here with a couple uh depittys ?" Applehead grumbled when he heard Luck's footsteps crunching behind him. " Uh course," he added grimly, " he might be viewin' the scenery — but it's dang pore weather fur pleasure-ridin', now I'm tellin' ye! Them a comin' up here don't look good to me, Luck —'n' if they ain't —"
" How do you know it's the sheriff ? " Luck for no reason whatever felt a sudden heaviness of spirit.
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nation. " I'd know ole Hank Miller a mile off with m' eyes shet."
By then the three riders rode out into plain view. Perhaps the sight of Luck and Applehead standing there awaiting their arrival, with the whole Happy Family and Big Aleck Douglas and Lite Avery moving down in a close-bunched, expectant group behind the two, was construed as hostility rather than curiosity. At any rate the sheriff and his deputies shifted meaningly in their saddles and came up sour-faced and grim, and with their guns out and pointing at the group.
" Don't go making any foolish play, boys," the sheriff warned. "We don't want trouble — we aren't looking for any. But we ain't taking any chances."
" Well now, you're takin' a dang long chance. Hank Miller, when yuh come ridin' up on us fellers like yuh was cornerin' a bunch uh outlaws," Applehead exploded. But Luck pushed him aside and stepped to the front.
" Nobody's making any foolish play but you," he answered the sheriff calmly. "You may not know it, but you're blocking my scene and the 134
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light's going. If you've got any business with me or my company, get it over and then get out so we can make this scene. What d'yuh want ? "
" You," snapped the sheriff. " You and your bunch."
" Me ? " Luck took a step forward. " What for ?"
" For pulling off that robbery at the bank today." The sheriff could be pretty blunt, and he shot the charge straight, without any quibbling.
Luck looked a little blank; and old Applehead, shaking with a very real anger now, shoved Luck away and stepped up where he could shake his fist under the sheriff's nose.
" We don't know, and we don't give a cuss, what you're aimin' at," he thundered. " We been out here workin' in this brilin' sun sense nine o'clock this mornin'. Luck ain't robbed no bank, ner he ain't the kind that does rob banks, and I'm here to see you swaller them words 'fore I haul ye off'n that horse and plumb wear ye out! Yuh wanta think twicet 'fore ye come ridin' up where I kin hear yuh call Luck Lindsay a thief, now I'm tellin' ye! If a bank was robbed, ye better be gittin' out after them that done it, and git outa the way 135
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uh that camery sos't we can git t' work! Git! "
The sheriff did not "git" exactly, but he did look considerably embarrassed. His eyes went to Luck apologetically.
" Cashier come to and said you'd called him up on the phone about eleven, claimin' you wanted to make a movin' pitcher of the bank being robbed," he explained — though he was careful not to lower his gun. " He swore it was your men that done the work and took the gold you told him to pile out on the —"
" I told him ? " Luck's voice had the sharpened quality that caused laggard actors to jump. " Be a little more exact in the words you use."
" Well-1 — somebody on the phone 't he thought was you," the sheriff amended obediently. " Your men — and they sure was your men, because three or four fellers besides the cashier seen 'em goin' in and comin' out — they gagged the cashier and took his keys away from him and cleaned the safe, besides taking what gold he'd piled on the counter for y— for 'em.
" So," he finished vigorously, " I an' my men hit the tfail fer the ranch and was told by the 136
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women that you was out here. And here we are, and you might just as well come along peaceable as to make a fuss —"
1 " That thar is shore enough outa you, Hank Miller! " Applehead exploded again. " I calc'late you kin count me in, when you go mixin' up with Luck, here. I'm one of his men — and if he was to pull off a bank robbery I calc'late I'd be in on that there performance too, I'm tellin' you! Luck don't go no whars ner do nothin' that I ain't in on.
" I've had some considerable experience as shurf myself, if you'll take the trouble to recolleck; and I calc'late my word'll go about as fur as the next. When I tell ye thar ain't goin' to be no arrest made in Bear Canon, and that you ain't goin' to take Luck in fer no bank robbery, you kin be dang shore I mean every word uh that thar! " He moved a step or two nearer the sheriff, and the sheriff backed his horse away from him.
" Ef you kin cut out this here accusin' Luck, and talk like a white man," Applehead continued heatedly, "we'd like to hear the straight uh this here robbery. I would, 'n' I know Luck would, seein' they've gone t' work and mixed him into it. 137
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His bunch is all here, as you kin see fer yourself. IsTow we're listenin' 's long's you talk polite —'n* you kin tell us what men them was that was seen goin' in and comin' out — and all about the hull dang business."
The sheriff had not ridden to Bear Canon expecting to be bullied into civil speech and lengthy explanations; but he knew Applehead Furrman, and he had sufficient intelligence to read correctly the character of the group of men that stood behind Applehead. Honest men or thieves, they were to be reckoned with if any attempt were made to place Luck under arrest; any fool could see that — and Hank Miller was not a fool.
He proceeded therefore to explain his errand and
the robbery as the cashier had described it to the clerks who returned after lunch to finish their Saturday's work at the bank.
" Fifteen thousand they claim is what the fellers got. And one of your men that runs the camera was keeping up a bluff of taking a pitcher of it all the time — that's why they got away with it. Nobody suspicioned it was anything more'n moving-pitcher acting till they found the cashier 138
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and brought him to, along about one o'clock. It was that Chavez feller that you had working for yuh, and Luis Rojas that done it — them and a couple fellers stalling outside with the camera."
" I wonder/' hazarded Peto Lowry, who had come down and joined the group, " if that wasn't Bill Holmes with the camera ? He was a lot more friendly with Ramon than he tried to let on."
" The point is," Luck broke in, " that they took advantage of my holdup scene to pull off the robbery. I can see how the cashier would fall for a retake like that, especially since he don't know much about picture-making. Gather up the props, boys, and let's go home. I'm going to get the rights of this thing."
" You've got it now," the sheriff informed him huffily. " Think I been loading you up with hot air ? I was sent out to round you up —"
"Forget all that!" snapped Luck. "I don't know as I enjoy having you fellows jump at the notion I'm a bank-robber — or that if I had robbed a bank I would have come right back here and gone to work. What kind of a simp do you think I am, for gosh sake ? Can you see where anyone but a 139
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lunatic would go like that in broad daylight and pull off a robbery as raw as that one must have been, and not even make an attempt at a getaway ? I'll gamble Applehead, here, wouldn't have fallen for a play as coarse as that was if he was sheriff yet. He'd have seen right away that the camera part was just the coarsest kind of a blind.
" My Lord! Think of grown men — officers of the law at that — being simple-minded enough to come fogging out here to me, instead of getting on the trail of the men that were seen on the spot! You say they came in a machine to the bank — and you never so much as tried to trace it, or to get the license number even, I'll bet a month's salary you didn't! It was a moving-picture stall, and so you come blundering out here to the only picture company in the country, thinking, by gravy, that it was all straight goods — oh, can you beat that for a boob ? " He shook back his heavy mane of gray hair and turned to his boys disgustedly.
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