riders of the purple sage-第41节
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been the gamest woman I ever seen。 But I don't know women。 Mebbe there's reason for you to cry。 I know thisnothin' ever rang in my soul an' so filled it as what Venters did。 I'd like to have done it； butI'm only good for throwin' a gun； en' it seems you hate that。。。。Well； I'll be goin' now。〃
〃Where？〃
〃Venters took Wrangle to the stable。 The sorrel's shy a shoe； an' I've got to help hold the big devil an' put on another。〃
〃Tell Bern to come for the pack I want to give himandand to say good…by；〃 called Jane； as Lassiter went out。
Jane passed the rest of that day in a vain endeavor to decide what and what not to put in the pack for Venters。 This task was the last she would ever perform for him； and the gifts were the last she would ever make him。 So she picked and chose and rejected； and chose again； and often paused in sad revery； and began again； till at length she filled the pack。
It was about sunset； and she and Fay had finished supper and were sitting in the court； when Venters's quick steps rang on the stones。 She scarcely knew him； for he had changed the tattered garments； and she missed the dark beard and long hair。 Still he was not the Venters of old。 As he came up the steps she felt herself pointing to the pack； and heard herself speaking words that were meaningless to her。 He said good…by； he kissed her； released her； and turned away。 His tall figure blurred in her sight； grew dim through dark； streaked vision； and then he vanished。
Twilight fell around Withersteen House； and dusk and night。 Little Fay slept； but Jane lay with strained； aching eyes。 She heard the wind moaning in the cottonwoods and mice squeaking in the walls。 The night was interminably long； vet she prayed to hold back the dawn。 What would another day bring forth？ The blackness of her room seemed blacker for the sad； entering gray of morning light。 She heard the chirp of awakening birds； and fancied she caught a faint clatter of hoofs。 Then low； dull distant； throbbed a heavy gunshot。 She had expected it； was waiting for it； nevertheless； an electric shock checked her heart； froze the very living fiber of her bones。 That vise…like hold on her faculties apparently did not relax for a long time； and it was a voice under her window that released her。
〃Jane！。。。Jane！〃 softly called Lassiter。
She answered somehow。
〃It's all right。 Venters got away。 I thought mebbe you'd heard that shot； en' I was worried some。〃
〃What was itwho fired？〃
〃Wellsome fool feller tried to stop Venters out there in the sagean' he only stopped lead！。。。I think it'll be all right。 I haven't seen or heard of any other fellers round。 Venters'll go through safe。 An'； Jane； I've got Bells saddled； an' I'm going to trail Venters。 Mind； I won't show myself unless he falls foul of somebody an' needs me。 I want to see if this place where he's goin' is safe for him。 He says nobody can track him there。 I never seen the place yet I couldn't track a man to。 Now； Jane； you stay indoors while I'm gone； an' keep close watch on Fay。 Will you？〃
〃Yes！ Oh yes！〃
〃An' another thing； Jane；〃 he continued； then paused for long〃another thingif you ain't here when I come backif you're gonedon't fear； I'll trail youI'll find you out。〃
〃My dear Lassiter； where could I be goneas you put it？〃 asked Jane； in curious surprise。
〃I reckon you might be somewhere。 Mebbe tied in an old barnor corralled in some gulchor chained in a cave！ Milly Erne wastill she give in！ Mebbe that's news to you。。。。Well； if you're gone I'll hunt for you。〃
〃No； Lassiter；〃 she replied； sadly and low。 〃If I'm gone just forget the unhappy woman whose blinded selfish deceit you repaid with kindness and love。〃
She heard a deep； muttering curse； under his breath； and then the silvery tinkling of his spurs as he moved away。
Jane entered upon the duties of that day with a settled； gloomy calm。 Disaster hung in the dark clouds； in the shade； in the humid west wind。 Blake； when he reported； appeared without his usual cheer； and Jerd wore a harassed look of a worn and worried man。 And when Judkins put in appearance； riding a lame horse； and dismounted with the cramp of a rider； his dust…covered figure and his darkly grim； almost dazed expression told Jane of dire calamity。 She had no need of words。
〃Miss Withersteen； I have to reportloss of thewhite herd；〃 said Judkins； hoarsely。
〃Come； sit down； you look played out；〃 replied Jane； solicitously。 She brought him brandy and food； and while he partook of refreshments； of which he appeared badly in need； she asked no questions。
〃No one ridercould hev done moreMiss Withersteen；〃 he went on； presently。
〃Judkins； don't be distressed。 You've done more than any other rider。 I've long expected to lose the white herd。 It's no surprise。 It's in line with other things that are happening。 I'm grateful for your service。〃
〃Miss Withersteen； I knew how you'd take it。 But if anythin'； that makes it harder to tell。 You see； a feller wants to do so much fer you； an' I'd got fond of my job。 We led the herd a ways off to the north of the break in the valley。 There was a big level an' pools of water an' tip…top browse。 But the cattle was in a high nervous condition。 Wild as wild as antelope！ You see； they'd been so scared they never slept。 I ain't a…goin' to tell you of the many tricks that were pulled off out there in the sage。 But there wasn't a day for weeks thet the herd didn't get started to run。 We allus managed to ride 'em close an' drive 'em back an' keep 'em bunched。 Honest； Miss Withersteen； them steers was thin。 They was thin when water and grass was everywhere。 Thin at this seasonthet'll tell you how your steers was pestered。 Fer instance； one night a strange runnin' streak of fire run right through the herd。 That streak was a coyotewith an oiled an' blazin' tail！ Fer I shot it an' found out。 We had hell with the herd that night； an' if the sage an' grass hadn't been wetwe； hosses； steers； an' all would hev burned up。 But I said I wasn't goin' to tell you any of the tricks。。。。Strange now； Miss Withersteen； when the stampede did come it was from natural cause jest a whirlin' devil of dust。 You've seen the like often。 An' this wasn't no big whirl； fer the dust was mostly settled。 It had dried out in a little swale； an' ordinarily no steer would ever hev run fer it。 But the herd was nervous en' wild。 An' jest as Lassiter said； when that bunch of white steers got to movin' they was as bad as buffalo。 I've seen some buffalo stampedes back in Nebraska； an' this bolt of the steers was the same kind。
〃I tried to mill the herd jest as Lassiter did。 But I wasn't equal to it； Miss Withersteen。 I don't believe the rider lives who could hev turned thet herd。 We kept along of the herd fer miles； an' more 'n one of my boys tried to get the steers a…millin'。 It wasn't no use。 We got off level ground； goin' down； an' then the steers ran somethin' fierce。 We left the little gullies an' washes level…full of dead steers。 Finally I saw the herd was makin' to pass a kind of low pocket between ridges。 There was a hog…backas we used to call 'ema pile of rocks stickin' up； and I saw the herd was goin' to split round it； or swing out to the left。 An' I wanted 'em to go to the right so mebbe we'd be able to drive 'em into the pocket。 So； with all my boys except three； I rode hard to turn the herd a little to the right。 We couldn't budge 'em。 They went on en' split round the rocks； en' the most of 'em was turned sharp to the left by a deep wash we hedn't seenhed no chance to see。
〃The other three boysJimmy Vail； Joe Willis； an' thet little Cairns boya nervy kid！ they； with Cairns leadin'； tried to buck thet herd round to the pocket。 It was a wild； fool idee。 I couldn't do nothin'。 The boys got hemmed in between the steers an' the washthet they hedn't no chance to see； either。 Vail an' Willis was run down right before our eyes。 An' Cairns； who rode a fine hoss； he did some ridin'。 I never seen equaled； en' would hev beat the steers if there'd been any room to run in。 I was high up an' could see how the steers kept spillin' by twos an' threes over into the wash。 Cairns put his hoss to a place thet was too wide fer any hoss； an' broke his neck an' the hoss's too。 We found that out after； an' as fer Vail an' Willistwo thousand steers ran over the poor boys。 There wasn't much left to pack home fer burying！。。。An'； Miss Withersteen； thet all happened yesterday； en' I believe； if the white herd didn't run over the wall of the Pass； it's runnin' yet。〃
On the morning of the second day after Judkins's recital； during which time Jane remained indoors a prey to regret and sorrow for the boy riders； and a new and now strangely insistent fear for her own person； she again heard what she had missed more than she dared honestly confessthe soft； jingling step of Lassiter。 Almost overwhelming relief surged through her； a feeling as akin to joy as any she could have been capable of in those gloomy hours of shadow； and one that suddenly stunned her with the significance of what Lassiter had come to mean to her。 She had begged him； for his own sake； to leave Cottonwoods。 She might yet beg that； if her weakening courage permitted her to dare absolute loneliness and helplessness； but she realized no
