A "DIFFERENT GIRL"
Ferguson had no means of knowing how long he was unconscious, but when
he awoke the sun had gone down and the darkening shadows had stolen
into the clearing near the cabin. He still sat in the chair on the
porch. He tried to lift his injured foot and found to his surprise
that some weight seemed to be on it. He struggled to an erect
position, looking down. His foot had been bandaged, and the weight
that he had thought was upon it was not a weight at all, but the hands
of a young woman.
She sat on the porch floor, the injured foot in her lap, and she had
just finished bandaging it. Beside her on the porch floor was a small
black medicine case, a sponge, some yards of white cloth, and a tin
wash basin partly filled with water.
He had a hazy recollection of the young woman; he knew it must have
been she that he had seen when he had ridden up to the porch. He also
had a slight remembrance of having spoken to her, but what the words
were he could not recall. He stretched himself painfully. The foot
pained frightfully, and his face felt hot and feverish; he was woefully
weak and his nerves were tingling--but he was alive.
The girl looked up at his movement. Her lips opened and she held up a
warning hand.
"You are to be very quiet," she admonished.
He smiled weakly and obeyed her, leaning back, his gaze on the
slate-blue of the sky. She still worked at the foot, fastening the
bandage; he could feel her fingers as they passed lightly over it. He
did not move, feeling a deep contentment.
Presently she arose, placed the foot gently down, and entered the
house. With closed eyes he lay in the chair, listening to her step as
she walked about in the house. He lay there a long time, and when he
opened his eyes again he knew that he must have been asleep, for the
night had come and a big yellow moon was rising over a rim of distant
hills. Turning his head slightly, he saw the interior of one of the
rooms of the cabin--the kitchen, for he saw a stove and some kettles
and pans hanging on the wall and near the window a table, over which
was spread a cloth. A small kerosene lamp stood in the center of the
table, its rays glimmering weakly through the window. He raised one
hand and passed it over his forehead. There was still some fever, but
he felt decidedly better than when he had awakened the first time.
Presently he heard a light step and became aware of some one standing
near him. He knew it was the girl, even before she spoke, for he had
caught the rustle of her dress.
"Are you awake," she questioned.
"Why, yes, ma'am," he returned. He turned to look at her, but in the
darkness he could not see her face.
"Do you feel like eating anything?" she asked.
He grinned ruefully in the darkness. "I couldn't say that I'm exactly
yearnin' for grub," he returned, "though I ain't done any eatin' since
mornin'. I reckon a rattler's bite ain't considered to help a man's
appetite any."
He heard her laugh softly. "No," she returned; "I wouldn't recommend
it."
He tried again to see her, but could not, and so he relaxed and turned
his gaze on the sky. But presently he felt her hand on his shoulder,
and then her voice, as she spoke firmly.
"You can't lie here all night," she said. "You would be worse in the
morning. And it is impossible for you to travel to-night. I am going
to help you to get into the house. You can lean your weight on my
shoulder."
He struggled to an erect position and made out her slender figure in
the dim light from the window. He would have been afraid of crushing
her could he have been induced to accept her advice. He got to his
uninjured foot and began to hop toward the door, but she was beside him
instantly protesting.
"Stop!" she commanded firmly. "If you do that it will be the worse for
you. Put your hand on my shoulder!"
In the darkness he could see her eyes flash with determination, and so
without further objection he placed a hand lightly on her shoulder, and
in this manner they made their way through the door and into the cabin.
Once inside the door he halted, blinking at the light and undecided.
But she promptly led him toward another door, into a room containing a
bed. She led him to the bedside and stood near him after he had sunk
down upon it.
"You are to sleep here to-night," she said. "To-morrow, if you are
considerably better, I may allow you to travel." She went out,
returning immediately with a small bottle containing medicine. "If you
feel worse during the night," she directed, "you must take a spoonful
from that bottle. If you think you need anything else, don't hesitate
to call. I shall be in the next room."
He started to voice his thanks, but she cut him short with a laugh.
"Good-night," she said. Then she went out and closed the door after
her.
He awoke several times during the night and each time took a taste of
the medicine in the bottle. But shortly after midnight he fell into a
heavy sleep, from which he did not awaken until the dawn had come. He
lay quiet for a long time, until he heard steps in the kitchen, and
then he rose and went to the door, throwing it open and standing on the
threshold.
She was standing near the table, a coffee pot in her hand. Her eyes
widened as she saw him.
"Oh!" she exclaimed. "You are very much better!"
He smiled. "I'm thankin' you for it, ma'am," he returned. "I cert'nly
wouldn't have been feelin' anything if I hadn't met you when I did."
She put the coffee pot down and looked gravely at him.
"You were in very bad shape when you came," she admitted. "There was a
time when I thought my remedies would not pull you through. They would
not had you come five minutes later."
He had no reply to make to this, and he stood there silent, until she
poured coffee into a cup, arranged some dishes, and then invited him to
sit at the table.
He needed no second invitation, for he had been twenty-four hours
without food. And he had little excuse to complain of the quality of
the food that was set before him. He ate in silence and when he had
finished he turned away from the table to see the girl dragging a
rocking chair out upon the porch. She returned immediately, smiling at
him.
"Your chair is ready," she said. "I think you had better not exert
yourself very much to-day."
"Why, ma'am," he expostulated, "I'm feelin' right well. I reckon I
could be travelin' now. I ain't used to bein' babied this way."
"I don't think you are being 'babied,'" she returned a trifle coldly.
"I don't think that I would waste any time with anyone if I thought it
wasn't necessary. I am merely telling you to remain for your own good.
Of course, if you wish to disregard my advice you may do so."
He smiled with a frank embarrassment and limped toward the door. "Why,
ma'am," he said regretfully as he reached the door, "I cert'nly don't
want to do anything which you think ain't right, after what you've done
for me. I don't want to belittle you, an' I think that when I said
that I might have been gassin' a little. But I thought mebbe I'd been
enough trouble already."
It was not entirely the confession itself, but the self-accusing tone
in which it had been uttered that brought a smile to her face.
"All the same," she said, "you are to do as I tell you."
He smiled as he dropped into the chair on the porch. It was an odd
experience for him. Never before in his life had anyone adopted toward
him an air of even partial proprietorship. He had been accustomed to
having people--always men--meet him upon a basis of equality, and if a
man had adopted toward him the tone that she had employed there would
have been an instant severing of diplomatic relations and a beginning
of hostilities.
But this situation was odd--a woman had ordered him to do a certain
thing and he was obeying, realizing that in doing so he was violating a
principle, though conscious of a strange satisfaction. He knew that he
had promised the Two Diamond manager, and he was convinced that, in
spite of the pain in his foot, he was well enough to ride. But he was
not going to ride; her command had settled that.
For a long time he sat in the chair, looking out over a great stretch
of flat country which was rimmed on three sides by a fringe of low
hills, and behind him by the cottonwood. The sun had been up long; it
was swimming above the rim of distant hills--a ball of molten silver in
a shimmering white blur. The cabin was set squarely in the center of a
big clearing, and about an eighth of a mile behind him was a river--the
river that he had been following when he had been bitten by the rattler.
He knew from the location of the cabin that he had not gone very far
out of his way; that a ride of an eighth of a mile would bring him to
the Two Diamond trail. And he could not be very far from the Two
Diamond. Yet because of an order, issued by a girl, he was doomed to
delay his appearance at the ranch.
He had seen no man about the cabin. Did the girl live here alone? He
was convinced that no woman could long survive the solitude of this
great waste of country--some man--a brother or a husband--must share
the cabin with her. Several times he caught himself hoping that if
there was a man here it might be a brother, or even a distant relative.
The thought that she might have a husband aroused in him a sensation of
vague disquiet.
He heard her moving about in the cabin, heard the rattle of dishes, the
swish of a broom on the rough floor. And then presently she came out,
dragging another rocker. Then she re-entered the cabin, returning with
a strip of striped cloth and a sewing basket. She seated herself in
the chair, placed the basket in her lap, and with a half smile on her
face began to ply the needle. He lay back contentedly and watched her.
Hers was a lithe, vigorous figure in a white apron and a checkered
dress of some soft material. She wore no collar; her sleeves were
shoved up above the elbows, revealing a pair of slightly browned hands
and white, rounded arms. Her eyes were brown as her hair--the latter
in a tumble of graceful disorder. Through half closed eyes he was
appraising her in a riot of admiration that threatened completely to
bias his judgment. And yet women had interested him very little.
Perhaps that was because he had never seen a woman like this one. The
women that he had known had been those of the plains-town--the
unfortunates who through circumstances or inclination had been drawn
into the maelstrom of cow-country vice, and who, while they may have
found flattery, were never objects of honest admiration or respect.
He had known this young woman only a few hours, and yet he knew that
with her he could not adopt the easy, matter-of-fact intimacy that had
answered with the other women he had known. In fact, the desire to
look upon her in this light never entered his mind. Instead, he was
filled with a deep admiration for her--an admiration in which there was
a profound respect.
"I expect you must know your business, ma'am," he said, after watching
her for a few minutes. "An' I'm mighty glad that you do. Most women
would have been pretty nearly flustered over a snake bite."
"Why," she returned, without looking up, but exhibiting a little
embarrassment, which betrayed itself in a slight flush, "I really think
that I was a little excited--especially when you came riding up to the
porch." She thought of his words, when, looking at her accusingly, he
had told her that she was "a hell of a snake," and the flush grew,
suffusing her face. This of course he had not known and never would
know, but the words had caused her many smiles during the night.
"You didn't show it much," he observed. "You must have took right
a-hold. Some women would have gone clean off the handle. They
wouldn't have been able to do anything."
Her lips twitched, but she still gave her attention to her sewing,
treating his talk with a mild interest.
"There is nothing about a snake bite to become excited over. That is,
if treatment is applied in time. In your case the tourniquet kept the
poison from getting very far into your system. If you hadn't thought
of that it might have gone very hard with you."
"That rope around my leg wouldn't have done me a bit of good though,
ma'am, if I hadn't stumbled onto your cabin. I don't know when seein'
a woman has pleased me more."
She smiled enigmatically, her eyelashes flickering slightly. But she
did not answer.
Until noon she sewed, and he lay lazily back in the chair, watching her
sometimes, sometimes looking at the country around him. They talked
very little. Once, when he had been looking at her for a long time,
she suddenly raised her eyes and they met his fairly. Both smiled, but
he saw a blush mantle her cheeks.
At noon she rose and entered the cabin. A little later she called to
him, telling him that dinner was ready. He washed from the tin basin
that stood on the bench just outside the door, and entering sat at the
table and ate heartily.
After dinner he did not see her again for a time, and becoming wearied
of the chair he set out on a short excursion to the river. When he
returned she was seated on the porch and looked up at him with a demure
smile.
"You will be quite active by to-morrow," she said.
"I ain't feelin' exactly lazy now," he returned, showing a surprising
agility in reaching his chair.
When the sun began to swim low over the hills, he looked at her with a
curiously grim smile.
"I reckon that rattler was fooled last night," he said. "But if
foolin' him had been left to me I expect I'd have made a bad job of it.
But I'm thinkin' that he done his little old dyin' when the sun went
down last night. An' I'm still here. An' I'll keep right on, usin'
his brothers an' sisters for targets--when I think that I'm needin'
practice."
"Then you killed the snake?"
"Why sure, ma'am. I wasn't figgerin' to let that rattler go a-fannin'
right on to hook someone else. That'd be encouragin' his trade."
She laughed, evidently pleased over his earnestness. "Oh, I see," she
said. "Then you were not angry merely because he bit you? You killed
him to keep him from attacking other persons?"
He smiled. "I sure was some angry," he returned. "An' I reckon that
just at the time I wasn't thinkin' much about other people. I was
havin' plenty to keep me busy."
"But you killed him. How?"
"Why I shot him, ma'am. Was you thinkin' that I beat him to death with
somethin'?"
Her lips twitched again, the corners turning suggestively inward. But
now he caught her looking at his guns. She looked from them to his
face. "All cowboys do not carry two guns," she said suddenly.
He looked gravely at her. "Well, no, ma'am, they don't. There's some
that claim carryin' two guns is clumsy. But there's been times when I
found them right convenient."
She fell silent now, regarding her sewing. A quizzical smile had
reached his face. This exchange of talk had developed the fact that
she was a stranger to the country. No Western girl would have made her
remark about the guns.
He did not know whether or not he was pleased over the discovery.
Certain subtle signs about her had warned him in the beginning that she
was different from the other women of his acquaintance, but he had not
thought of her being a stranger here, of her coming here from some
other section of the country--the East, for instance.
Her being from the East would account for many things. First, it would
make plain to him why she had smiled several times during their talks,
over things in which he had been able to see no humor. Then it would
answer the question that had formed in his mind concerning the fluency
of her speech. Western girls that he had met had not attained that
ease and poise which he saw was hers so naturally. Yet in spite of
this accomplishment she was none the less a woman--demure eyed, ready
to blush and become confused as easily as a Western woman. Assured of
this, he dropped the slight constraint which up till now had been plain
in his voice, and an inward humor seemed to draw the corners of his
mouth slightly downward.
"I reckon that folks where you come from don't wear guns at all,
ma'am," he said slowly.
She looked up quickly, surprised into meeting his gaze fairly. His
eyes did not waver. She rocked vigorously, showing some embarrassment
and giving undue attention to her sewing.
"How do you know that?" she questioned, raising her head and looking at
him with suddenly defiant eyes. "I am not aware that I told you that I
was a stranger here! Don't you think you are guessing now?"
His eyes narrowed cunningly. "I don't think I need to do any guessin',
ma'am," he returned. "When a man sees a different girl, he don't have
to guess none."
The "different" girl was regarding him with furtive glances, plainly
embarrassed under his direct words. But there was much defiance in her
eyes, as though she was aware of the trend of his words and was
determined to outwit him.
"I think you must be a remarkable man," she said, with the faintest
trace of mockery in her voice, "to be able to discover such a thing so
quickly. Or perhaps it is the atmosphere--it is marvelous."
"I expect it ain't exactly marvelous," he returned, laboring with the
last word. "When a girl acts different, a man is pretty apt to know
it." He leaned forward a little, speaking earnestly. "I know that I'm
talkin' pretty plain to you, ma'am," he went on. "But when a man has
been bit by a rattler an' has sort of give up hope an' has had his life
saved by a girl, he's to be excused if he feels that he's some
acquainted with the girl. An' then when he finds that she's some
different from the girls he's been used to seein', I don't see why he
hadn't ought to take a lot of interest in her."
"Oh!" she exclaimed, her eyes drooping. And then, her eyes dancing as
they shot a swift glance at him--"I should call that a pretty speech."
He reddened with embarrassment. "I expect you are laughin' at me now,
ma'am," he said. "But I wasn't thinkin' to make any pretty speeches.
I was tellin' you the truth."
She soberly plied her needle, and he sat back, watching her.
"I expect you are a stranger around here yourself," she said presently,
her eyes covered with drooping lashes. "How do you know that you have
any right to sit there and tell me that you take an interest in me?
How do you know that I am not married?"
He was not disconcerted. He drawled slightly over his words when he
answered.
"You wouldn't listen at me at all, ma'am; you cert'nly wouldn't stay
an' listen to any speeches that you thought was pretty, if you was
married," he said. Plainly, he had not lost faith in the virtue of
woman.
"But if I did listen?" she questioned, her face crimson, though her
eyes were still defiant.
He regarded her with pleased eyes. "I've been lookin' for a weddin'
ring," he said.
She gave it up in confusion. "I don't know why I am talking this way
to you," she said. "I expect it is because there isn't anything else
to do. But you really are entertaining!" she declared, for a parting
shot.
Once Ferguson had seen a band of traveling minstrels in Cimarron.
Their jokes (of an ancient vintage) had taken well with the audience,
for the latter had laughed. Ferguson remembered that a stranger had
said that the minstrels were "entertaining." And now he was
entertaining her. A shadow passed over his face; he looked down at his
foot, with its white bandage so much in evidence. Then straight at
her, his eyes grave and steady.
"I'm glad to have amused you, ma'am," he said. "An' now I reckon I'll
be gettin' over to the Two Diamond. It can't be very far now."
"Five miles," she said shortly. She had dropped her sewing into her
lap and sat motionless, regarding him with level eyes.
"Are you working for the Two Diamond?" she questioned.
"Lookin' for a job," he returned.
"Oh!" The exclamation struck him as rather expressionless. He looked
at her.
"Do you know the Two Diamond folks?"
"Of course."
"Of course," he repeated, aware of the constraint in her voice. "I
ought to have known. They're neighbors of your'n."
"They are not!" she suddenly flashed back at him.
"Well, now," he returned slowly, puzzled, but knowing that somehow he
was getting things wrong, "I reckon there's a lot that I don't know."
"If you are going to work over at the Two Diamond," she said coldly,
"you will know more than you do now. My----"
Evidently she was about to say something more, but a sound caught her
ear and she rose, dropping her sewing to the chair. "My brother is
coming," she said quietly. Standing near the door she caught
Ferguson's swift glance.
"Then it ain't a husband after all," he said, pretending surprise.