MRS. BURR RELIEVES HER MIND
Loudon, sitting comfortably in a big chair, his lame ankle supported on
an upturned cracker-box, gazed at the world without through the frame
of the kitchen doorway. Leaving his bed had raised his spirits
appreciably. He rolled and smoked cigarettes and practised the
road-agent's spin in pleasant anticipation of the day when he would
ride away on his occasions.
He wondered what luck Telescope and the boys were having. Since Swing
Tunstall's visit no news had come from the Flying M. Humanly, if
selfishly, he hoped that the trailing would meet with no success till
he was able to take a hand. His altruism was not proof against his
exceedingly lively desire to share in the downfall of the 88 outfit.
He essayed to draw Mrs. Mace and Dorothy into conversation, but both
ladies were grumpy, and he gave it up in disgust. He found himself
listening for Kate's footstep. Awkward as their meeting undoubtedly
would be, his dread of it was wearing off.
But Kate Saltoun did not appear. Loudon was too stubborn to make
inquiries, and Mrs. Mace and Dorothy vouchsafed no information. In
fact, save to squabble with him, they rarely opened their mouths in his
presence.
A week later Loudon, a home-made crutch under his armpit, was able to
hobble about a little. Within two weeks he discarded the crutch and,
having obtained permission from Mrs. Mace, limped to the corral and
overhauled his saddle. That afternoon Mrs. Burr returned. Loudon saw
her first and crab-footed to the other side of the corral. The precise
nature of his sin was not clear to him, but Dorothy's words had been
disquieting. And now "mother" was home.
Like a disobedient small boy Loudon wished to put off the interview as
long as possible. But there was no escape for him. Mrs. Burr marched
out to the corral and cornered him.
"How's Scotty?" inquired Loudon, affecting an ease of manner he was far
from feeling.
"Scotty's doin' very well," said Mrs. Burr, eying him grimly. "He
don't need me no more. That's why I'm here. Young man, I ain't
pleased with yuh. I ain't a bit pleased with yuh."
"Why, ma'am, I dunno what yuh mean."
"Yuh will before I'm through. Gimme that saddle-blanket to set on.
There! Now, Mister Man, I'm goin' to talk to yuh like I was yore
mother, an' I expect yuh to take it that way."
"Shore, ma'am, fly at it. I'm a-listenin'."
"Do yuh remember a certain evenin' down at the Bar S when yuh'd just
rid in from Farewell with the mail an' some ribbon for Kate Saltoun?"
Loudon nodded.
"Well, Kate asked yuh to come out on the porch, an' yuh didn't come.
Yes, Sam Blakely was there. Yore not comin' at her invite riled Kate.
She allowed yuh didn't give a hoot for her, an' when Blakely proposed
she took him. She was hoppin' mad with you, an' she was bound to teach
yuh a lesson.
"No, don't interrupt. Wait till I'm through, an' yuh can talk all
yo're a mind to. Before that evenin' it'd been nip an' tuck between
you an' Sam Blakely. An' you was slow. My fathers! you was slow about
speakin' yore little piece! Tom, a girl don't like for a man to keep
his mouth shut. If he loves her, let him say so. An' you didn't say
so.
"Then again, Kate was flattered by Blakely's attention. What girl
wouldn't be? Tom, yuh've got to remember a girl's mind ain't built
like a man's. She don't reason the same way. She can't. Then, again,
every girl is a coquette. Take the homeliest slabsided critter in
creation, an' at heart she's just as much of a coquette as a she-angel
with a pretty figger. They can't help it. It's born in 'em like their
teeth are.
"An' you men don't take that into account. You think the girl you
admire ain't got no right to look at nobody but you, an' that she's got
to be all ready to fall into yore arms when you say the word. An' if
she don't do these things yuh rise up in the air like a mean pony an'
go cavortin' off sayin', 'Drat the women!' I know yuh. Yo're all
alike."
"But, ma'am, I----"
"No time for 'I's' now. Like I says before, yuh can talk later. Well,
here's Kate Saltoun--pretty as all git-out, an' assayin' twelve ounces
o' real woman to the pound, troy. Naturally, like I says, she's a
coquette an' don't know her own mind about the boys. None of 'em
don't. I didn't. Well, times Kate knows she loves you, an' times she
thinks she loves Blakely."
"How did she know I loved her? I hadn't said a word about it."
"My fathers! don't yuh s'pose a woman knows when a man loves her? He
doesn't have to tell her. She knows. Well, as I was sayin', she's
a-waverin' this way an' that, an' then along comes that evenin' you
don't go out on the porch, an' she kind o' guesses she loves Blakely
an' she takes that party. Mind yuh, she thought she loves him. Kate's
honest. She couldn't lie to herself."
"She did when she said I drawed first," said Loudon in a low voice. "I
can't get over that, somehow."
"Tom, at the time you an' Blakely was cuttin' down on each other Kate
was excited. She couldn't 'a' seen things straight. She told me she
thought yuh drawed first. I believe her--why can't you?"
"But I didn't draw first."
"I know yuh didn't, but I believe Kate when she says she thought you
did draw first. That's what I mean. Under the circumstances, yuh'd
ought to believe her, too. But never mind about that now. You cut
stick an' come here to the Bend. An' Kate begun to find out there was
somethin' missin'. Somehow, the Bar S without you didn't seem like the
Bar S. Before yuh lit out she'd gotten used to havin' yuh around.
"Yuh don't miss a saddle, Tom, till yuh have to ride bareback. Same
way with Kate. She missed yuh, an' as every day went by she missed yuh
more an' more. Then it come to her. She knowed the man she loved, an'
that feller was you, yuh big, thick-skulled lummox! Oh, if you was
fifteen years younger I'd lay yuh over my knee an' wear out a quirt on
yuh for bein' a fool! I never could abide a fool. But yuh'll know
somethin' before I get through."
"Don't mind me, ma'am."
"I don't--not a bit! I like you, an' I just love that Kate girl, or I
wouldn't be a-settin' here now. Well, when Kate knowed her own mind at
last, she gave Blakely back his ring, an' that settled him. She wanted
you back, an' the only way she could think of to get yuh back was to go
after yuh. So she done it. An' you had to fight with her an' drive
her away! She just couldn't wait for the stage. She done hired a
buckboard an' drove back to the Bar S. She made Dorothy an' Lil
promise not to tell yuh she'd gone. They told me. She wouldn't tell
'em what had happened between you two. But she was cryin' when she
left, so don't tell me yuh didn't fight with her.
"Lil an' Dorothy guessed it right away, an' they're mad at yuh, you
bet. Yuh've busted Kate's heart, that's what yuh've done. Now ain't
yuh ashamed o' yoreself? Don't yuh think yuh didn't act just right?
Don't yuh think yuh might 'a' been just a little bit forgivin' when you
could see the girl loved yuh with all her heart?"
"She said she'd never marry a ignorant puncher."
"I know. She told me about that time in the Bar S kitchen. Don't yuh
understand--can't yuh get it through yore head that happened _before_
she woke up to the fact that you was the only feller on earth?"
"Did she tell yuh all this?"
"She did. Poor little girl, she come to me one evenin', an' she was
all wrought up. I seen somethin' was the matter, an' I knowed it would
do her a heap o' good to get it off her chest, an' I got it out of her
little by little. She was sobbin' like a young one before she was
through, an' I was a-holdin' her in my arms, an' I was cryin' some
myself. She made me promise not to let on to you, but I ain't a-goin'
to set by an' see her hurt when a word or two from me can set things
straight. It's the first time I ever broke my word, but I don't care.
I aim to help her all I can."
"Say, did she tell yuh what Blakely done?"
"No. What did he do?"
"I dunno. She hates him worse'n poison now. He's done somethin', but
she wouldn't tell me what."
"He's been botherin' her likely, the skunk! You'd ought to crawl his
hump first chance yuh get."
"Maybe I will."
"Looky here. I ain't quite through. What did you'n her fight about?"
"Nothin', ma'am. Honest. I'm there in bed, an' all of a sudden she
busts out cryin' an' says she loves me, an' then she goes into the
kitchen an' pretty soon she goes out--an' she never does come back.
Then in comes Mis' Mace an' she acts mighty unpleasant, an' Dorothy
acts the same, an' I believe I'd ruther been at the hotel, considerin'."
"I s'pose yuh just lay there like a bump on a log after Kate told yuh
she loved yuh."
"Well, ma'am, I--I--what could I do, ma'am? I couldn't get up."
"Yuh might 'a' spoken."
"I couldn't think o' nothin' to say, ma'am," pleaded Loudon.
"Well, yuh poor tongue-tied galoot! Yuh don't deserve no luck, yuh
don't! Well, I've said my say. I've done all I could. Yuh got to do
the rest yore own self. But if yuh don't go an' do it like a man, then
I'm disappointed in yuh."
"Did Kate tell Mis' Mace an' yore daughter what she told you?"
"No, she didn't. She only told me."
"Then they took an awful lot for granted. They acted like Kate an' me
was in love with each other."
"Well, my land! They could see Kate cared for yuh. Anybody with half
an eye could see that. Naturally they didn't s'pose yuh was actin'
like a complete idjit. What yuh goin' to do?"
"I dunno."
"Yuh dunno! Yuh dunno! An' Kate all but goes on her knees to tell yuh
how sorry she is for what she done! Not only that, but she says she
loves yuh besides! An' all yuh can say is yuh dunno. My land! I
can't say what I think o' yuh."
"But I dunno, I tell yuh, Mis' Burr. I wish I'd stayed in Fort Creek
County. This here town o' Paradise Bend is shore a hot-house o'
matchmakers. First Scotty--then you--then Mis' Mace. Fine lot o'
Cupids, you are. Can't let a fellah alone. Any one would think I
couldn't manage my own affairs."
"Yuh can't. In a case like this yuh need help."
"I'm gettin' it."
"Which I hope it does yuh some good. Now I ain't a-goin' to say
another word. I've told yuh just exactly what yuh needed to be told.
Do what yuh think best. How's the ankle gettin' along?"
"Can't bear my full weight on it yet."
"No, nor yuh won't for a few days. In a week yuh can go out to the
ranch if yuh like. Scotty wants to see yuh but he said special yuh
wasn't to think o' comin' till yuh was all right. Oh, shore, yuh'd
like to lope right off an' have the ankle go back on yuh an' be no good
at all while the rest o' the boys are out in the hills. Don't worry,
I'll tend to yore interests--an' Scotty's. I'll see that yuh don't go."
"I wasn't thinkin' o' goin', ma'am," hastily disclaimed Loudon. "Are
Telescope an' the outfit havin' any luck?"
"Not a smidgen. The boys got in just before I left. They trailed the
hoss-band over a hundred miles an' then lost the trail near Miner
Mountain. A rainstorm did that trick, an' they couldn't pick up the
trail again nohow."
"Swing Tunstall was right. He said if there was a rainstorm round,
them rustlers would locate it."
"They did."
"The outfit ain't quit, has it?"
"They're a-goin' out again. Scotty says he won't quit till he finds
his hosses."
Loudon spent the following week in unobtrusive shadowing of Pete
O'Leary. But not once did that young man leave the confines of
Paradise Bend. The fellow spent all of his time loafing in the
vicinity of the Burr house or playing poker at the Three Card. He may
have known that he was being watched. For Loudon's methods were not
those of a Pinkerton shadow.
When the time came for Loudon to depart, Mrs. Burr followed him out to
the corral.
"Tom," said she, when his horse was saddled, "Tom, I like you an' Kate.
I like yuh both an awful lot. I'd shore enjoy seein' yuh both happy.
Forgive her, Tom, an' yuh will be happy. I'm an old woman, but I've
seen a lot o' life, an' it's taught me that love is the biggest thing
in the world. If yuh got it yuh don't need nothin' else. Don't throw
it away. Don't. Now don't forget to remember me to that old
reprobate, Scotty Mackenzie, an' tell him me an' Dorothy are comin' out
to see him in a couple o' days."
The new Flying M cook, a citizen of the Bend, greeted Loudon with
fervour.
"Thank Gawd yuh've come!" he exclaimed. "That there Scotty is shore
the ---- invalid I ever seen! Forty times a day reg'lar he r'ars an'
sw'ars 'cause yuh ain't arrove yet, an' forty times a day he does
likewise for fear yuh'll come before yore ankle's all right. Yo're the
bright apple of his eye, Tom. How yuh done it, I don't see. I can't
please his R'yal Highness in a million years."
"Oh, it's a cinch when yuh know how," grinned Loudon. "Where's the
outfit?"
"Most of 'em are out with Telescope. Doubleday an' Swing Tunstall are
drivin' a bunch o' hosses over to the north range. Mister Mackenzie is
a-settin' up in the office doin' like I said."
Loudon went at once to the office. Scotty, propped in an armchair,
evinced no sign of the restlessness mentioned by the cook. He shook
hands calmly and smiled cheerfully.
"Glad to see yuh," he said. "Set down an' be happy. How's the peg?
All right, huh? That's good. Me? Oh, I'm pullin' through like a
greased fish. I'll be poppin' round jovial an' free in another week or
so. About them rustlers, now. I think----"
"Say, Scotty," interrupted Loudon, eagerly, "I got a small jag o' news.
I dunno what yore plans are, but I'll gamble what I got to say'll make
a difference."
"Let her flicker."
For half an hour Loudon spoke rapidly. At the end of his recital the
eyes of Scotty Mackenzie were cold and hard and very bright.
"What's yore plan?" he queried.
"Go to Farewell an' Marysville. What I find out in them two places
will show me what to do next. I'm goin' to Farewell anyhow on my own
hook."
"If I say no, would yuh quit me now?"
"I'd have to. I got business with a certain party in Farewell. After
I'd finished up I'd come back o' course--if yuh still wanted me."
"Well, I don't say no. I think yuh've hit it. I knowed yuh was
Opportunity with a big O when I hired yuh. Yuh've proved it. Fly at
it, Tom, an' prove it some more. Get the evidence, an' I'll do the
rest. We'll wipe out the 88 ranch, hide, hoof, an' taller. There
ain't a ranch in Sunset County that won't help. We can count in the
Cross-in-a-box, the Double Diamond A, an' the Hawgpen, in the Lazy
River country, too. Oh, we'll fix 'em. How many o' the boys do yuh
want? I don't begrudge 'em to yuh, but go as light as yuh can. I
still got quite a few hosses left to wrangle."
"Gimme Telescope."
"Is he enough? I can spare another--two if I got to."
"Well, yuh see, I was countin' on borrowin' Johnny Ramsay from Jack
Richie, an' there's Chuck Morgan o' the Bar S. I guess I can get him."
"Get him, an' I'll give him a job after it's all over. Wish I could
get Johnny Ramsay, too, but he'd never quit Richie. Well, yuh shore
done noble in findin' out that truck about Pete O'Leary."
"Yuh've got to thank Miss Saltoun for that. She done it all."
"Her! Old Salt's daughter! Say, I take it all back. She can come out
here whenever she wants. I'll be proud to shake her hand, I will.
Well, I did hope it'd be Dorothy, but now I suppose it's Miss Saltoun.
Dunno's I blame yuh. Dunno's I blame yuh."
"As usual, yo're a-barkin' up the wrong stump. I'm gun-shy of all
women, an' I don't want to talk about 'em."
"Oh, all right, all right," said Scotty, hastily. "How soon can yuh
start?"
"Right now, soon's I get another hoss."
"Take Brown Jug. He'll tote yuh from hell to breakfast an' never feel
it. Yuh'll find the outfit som'ers over north o' Miner Mountain, I
guess. Tell Telescope I want him to go with yuh, an' the rest of 'em
are to come home on the jump. Doubleday an' Swing have got their hands
full twenty times over. First thing I know there won't be a cayuse
left on the ranch."
Two days later Loudon and Laguerre rode into Rocket and spent the night
at the hotel. The landlord, Dave Sinclair, had an interesting tale to
tell.
"Yest'day," said Dave, "Lanky Bob finds Jim Hallaway's body in a gully
near the Bend trail. Jim had been shot in the back, an' he'd been dead
quite a while. Jim an' his brother Tom have a little ranch near the
Twin Peaks, an' Tom hadn't missed him none 'cause Jim, when he left the
ranch, expected to be gone a month.
"Come to find out, Jim had been ridin' a bald-face pinto. Accordin' to
Tom's description that pinto was the livin' image of the one that
friend o' Block's was ridin' the day they come into my place a-lookin'
for information. The sheriff's got a warrant out for that Cutting
gent."
"Hope he gets him," said Loudon; "but he won't. He's got too big a
start. I'd shore admire to know what he done with my hoss."
"You hoss brak hees laig," stated Laguerre. "Sartain shore dat what
happen."
"I guess yo're right," glumly agreed Loudon. "He wouldn't change
Ranger for no bald-face pinto less'n the chestnut was out o' whack for
keeps."