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[ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ] wanted men to see them dirty and dusty, bearing all the signs of having been driven to their limit; he wanted men to see and to know that the thieves who had ridden them out into the sage had not ridden them back. Venters had come for that and for more he wanted to meet Tull face to face; if not Tull, then Dyer; if not Dyer, then anyone in the secret of these master conspirators. Such was Venters s passion. The meeting with the rustlers, the unprovoked attack upon him, the spilling of blood, the recognition of Jerry Card and the horses, the race, and that last plunge of mad Wrangle all these things, fuel on fuel to the smoldering fire, had kindled and swelled and leaped into living flame. He could have shot Dyer in the midst of his religious services at the altar; he could have killed Tull in front of wives and babes. He walked the three racers down the broad, green-bordered village road. He heard the murmur of running water from Amber Spring. Bitter waters for Jane Withersteen! Men and women stopped to gaze at him and the horses. All knew him; all knew the blacks and the bay. As well as if it had been spoken, Venters read in the faces of men the intelligence that Jane Withersteen s Arabians had been known to have been stolen. Venters reined in and halted before Dyer s residence. It was a low, long, stone structure resembling Withersteen House. The spacious front yard was green and luxuriant with grass and flowers; gravel walks led to the huge porch; a well-trimmed hedge of purple sage separated the yard from the church grounds; birds sang in the trees; water flowed musically along the walks; and there were glad, careless shouts of children. For Venters the beauty of this home, and the serenity and its apparent happiness, all turned red and black. For Venters a shade overspread the lawn, the flowers, the old vine-clad stone house. In the music of the singing birds, in the murmur of the running water, he heard an ominous sound. Quiet beauty sweet music innocent laughter! By what monstrous abortion of fate did these abide in the shadow of Dyer? Venters rode on and stopped before Tull s cottage. Women stared at him with white faces and then flew from the porch. Tull himself appeared at the door, bent low, craning his neck. His dark face flashed out of sight; the door banged; a heavy bar dropped with a hollow sound. Then Venters shook Black Star s bridle, and, sharply trotting, led the other horses to the center of the village. Here at the intersecting streets and in front of the stores he halted once more. The usual lounging atmosphere of that prominent corner was not now in evidence. Riders and ranchers and villagers broke up what must have been absorbing conversation. There was a rush of many feet, and then the walk was lined with faces. Venters s glance swept down the line of silent stone-faced men. He recognized many riders and villagers, but none of those he had hoped to meet. There was no expression in the faces turned toward him. All of them knew him, most were inimical, but there were few who were not burning with curiosity and wonder in regard to the return of Jane Withersteen s racers. Yet all were silent. Here were the familiar characteristics masked feeling strange secretiveness expressionless expression of mystery and hidden power. Has anybody here seen Jerry Card? queried Venters, in a loud voice. In reply there came not a word, not a nod or shake of head, not so much as dropping eye or twitching lip nothing but a quiet, stony stare. Been under the knife? You ve a fine knife-wielder here one Tull, I believe! & Maybe you ve all had your tongues cut out? This passionate sarcasm of Venters brought no response, and the stony calm was as oil on the fire within him. Page 139 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.html I see some of you pack guns, too! he added, in biting scorn. In the long, tense pause, strung keenly as a tight wire, he sat motionless on Black Star. All right, he went on. Then let some of you take this message to Tull. Tell him I ve seen Jerry Card! Tell him Jerry Card will never return! Thereupon, in the same dead calm, Venters backed Black Star away from the curb, into the street, and out of range. He was ready now to ride up to Withersteen House and turn the racers over to Jane. Hello, Venters! a familiar voice cried, hoarsely, and he saw a man running toward him. It was the rider Judkins who came up and gripped Venters s hand. Venters, I could hev dropped when I seen them hosses. But thet sight ain t a marker to the looks of you. What s wrong? Hev you gone crazy? You must be crazy to ride in here this way with them hosses talkin thet way about Tull an Jerry Card. Jud, I m not crazy only mad clean through, replied Venters. Mad, now, Bern, I m glad to hear some of your old self in your voice. Fer when you come up you looked like the corpse of a dead rider with fire fer eyes. You hed thet crowd too stiff fer throwin guns. Come, we ve got to hev a talk. Let s go up the lane. We ain t much safe here. Judkins mounted Bells and rode with Venters up to the cottonwood grove. Here they dismounted and went among the trees. Let s hear from you first, said Judkins. You fetched back them hosses. Thet is the trick. An , of course, you got Jerry the same as you got Horne. Horne! Sure. He was found dead yesterday all chewed by coyotes, an he d been shot plumb center. Where was he found? At the split down the trail you know where Oldring s cattle trail runs off north from the trail to the pass. That s where I met Jerry and the rustlers. What was Horne doing with them? I thought Horne was an honest cattle-man. Lord Bern, don t ask me thet! I m all muddled now tryin to figure things. Venters told of the fight and the race with Jerry Card and its tragic conclusion. I knowed it! I knowed all along that Wrangle was the best hoss! exclaimed Judkins, with his lean face working and his eyes lighting. Thet was a race! Lord, I d like to hev seen Wrangle jump the cliff with Jerry. An thet was good-by to the grandest hoss an rider ever on the sage! & But, Bern, after you got the hosses why d you want to bolt right in Tull s face? I want him to know. An if I can get to him I ll You can t get near Tull, interrupted Judkins. Thet vigilante bunch hev taken to bein bodyguard for Tull an Dyer, too. Page 140 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.html Hasn t Lassiter made a break yet? inquired Venters, curiously. Naw! replied Judkins, scornfully. Jane turned his head. He s mad in love over her follers her like a dog. He ain t no more Lassiter! He s lost his nerve, he doesn t look like the same feller. It s village talk. Everybody knows it. He hasn t thrown a gun, an he won t! Jud, I ll bet he does, replied Venters, earnestly. Remember what I say. This Lassiter is something more than a gun-man. Jud, he s big he s great! & I feel that in him. God help Tull and Dyer when Lassiter does go after them. For horses and riders and stone walls won t save them. Wal, hev it your way, Bern. I hope you re right. Nat rully I ve been some [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ] |