The Coming of Cassidy by Clarence E. Mulford (romantic novels in english TXT) 📕

“Longhorn he’s bad; an’ a better gun-man. Twenty-three for six. Got th’ other tray?” anxiously grinned the Boss.

“Nbthin’ but an eight that’s two for th’ go. My crib?”

The Boss nodded. “Ugly as blazes,” he mused. “I wouldn’t court her, not even in th’ dark huh! Fifteen two an’ a pair. That’s bad goin’, very bad goin’,” he sighed as he

“But you can’t tell nothin’ ‘bout wimmen from their looks,” remarked Jimmy, with the grave assurance of a man whose experience in that line covered years instead of weeks. “Now

I knowed a right purty gal once. She was plumb sweet an’ tender an’ clingin’, she was. An’ she had high ideas, she did. She went an’ told me she wouldn’t have nothin’ to do with no man what wasn’t honest, an’ all that. But when a feller I knowed rid in to her place one night she shore hid him under her bed for three days an’ nights. He had got real popular with a certain posse because he was careless with a straight iron. Folks fairly yearned for to get a good look at him. They rid up to her place and she lied so sweet an’ perfect they shore apologized for even botherin’ her. Who’d ‘a’ thought to look under her bed, anyhow? Some day he’ll go back an’ natchurally run off with that li’l gal.” He scanned his hand and reached for the pegs. “Got eight here,” he grunted.

The Boss regarded him closely. “She stood off a posse with her eyes an’ mouth, eh?”

“Didn’t have to stand ‘em off. They was plumb ashamed th’ minute they saw her blushes. An’ they was plumb sorry for her bein’ even a li’l interested in a no-account brand-blotter like him.” He turned the crib over and spread it out with a sort of disgust. “Come purty near bein’ somethin’ in that crib,” he growled.

“An’ did you know that feller?” the Boss asked carelessly.

Jimmy started a little. “Why, yes; he was once a pal of mine. But he got so he could blot a brand plumb clever. Us cowpunchers shore like to gamble. We are plumb childish th’ way we bust into trouble. I never seen one yet that was worth anythin’ that wouldn’t take ‘most any kind of a fool chance just for th’ devilment of it.”

The Boss ruffled his cards reflectively. “Yes; we are a careless breed. Sort of flighty an’ reckless. Do you think that gal’s still in love with you? Wimmin’ is fickle,” he laughed.

“She ain’t,” retorted Jimmy with spirit. “She’ll wait all right for him.”

The Boss smiled cynically. “You can’t hide it, Jimmy. Yo’re th’ man what got so popular with th’ sheriff. Ain’t you?”

Jimmy half arose, but the Boss waved him to be seated again. “Why, you ain’t got nothin’ to fear out here,” he assured him. “We sorta like fellers that’ll take a chance. I reckon we all have took th’ short end one time or another. An’ I got th’ idea mebby yo’re worth more ‘n fifty a month. Take any chances for a hundred?”

Jimmy relaxed and grinned cheerfully. “I reckon I’d do a whole lot for a hundred real dollars every month.”

“Yo’re on, fur’s I’m concerned. I’ll have to speak to th’ boys about it, first. Well, I’m goin’ to turn in. You ride Brazo’s an’ yore own range for th’ next couple of days. Good night.”

Jimmy arose and sauntered carelessly to the door, watched the Boss enter his own house, and then sat down on the wash bench and gazed contentedly across the moonlit range. “Gosh,” he laughed as he went over his story of the beautiful girl with the high ideals. “I’m gettin’ to be a sumptuous liar, I am. It comes so easy I gotta look out or I’ll get th’ habit. I’d do mor’n lie, too, to get my gun back, all right.”

He stretched ecstatically and then sat up straight. The Boss was coming toward him and something in his hand glittered in the soft moonlight as it swung back and forth. “Forget somethin’?” called Jimmy.

“You better stop watchin’ th’ moonlight,” laughed the Boss as he drew near. “That’s a bad sign ‘specially while that gal’s waitin’ for you. Here’s yore gun an’ belt I reckoned mebby you might need it.”

Jimmy chuckled as he took the weapon. “I ain’t so shore ‘bout needin’ it, but I was plumb lost without it. Kept feelin’ for it all th’ time an’ it was gettin’ on my nerves.” He weighed it critically and spun the cylinder, carelessly feeling for the lead in the chambers as the cylinder stopped. Every one was loaded and a thrill of fierce joy surged over him. But he was suspicious the offer was too quick and transparent. Slipping on the belt he let the gun slide into the blackened holster and grinned up at the Boss. “Much obliged. It feels right, now.” He drew the Colt again and emptied the cartridges into his hand. “Them’s th’ only pills as will cure troubles a doctor can’t touch,” he observed, holding one up close to his face and shaking it at the smiling Boss in the way of emphasis. His quick ear caught the sound he strained to hear, the soft swish inside the shell. “Them’s Law in this country,” he soliloquized as he slid the tested shell in one particular chamber and filled all the others. “Yessir,” he remarked as the cylinder slowly revolved until he had counted the right number of clicks and knew that the tested shell was in the right place. “Yessir, them’s The Law.” The soft moonlight suddenly kissed the leveled barrel and showed the determination that marked the youthful face behind it. “An’ it shore works both ways, Boss,” he said harshly. “Put up yore paws!”

As the Boss leaped forward the hammer fell and caused a faint, cap-like report. Then the stars streamed across Jimmy’s vision and became blotted out by an inky-black curtain that suddenly enveloped him. The Boss picked up the gun and, tossing it on the bench, waited for the prostrate youth to regain his senses.

Jimmy stirred and looked around, his eyes losing their look of vacancy and slowly filling with murderous hatred as he saw the man above him and remembered what had occurred. “Sand sounds like powder, my youthful friend,” the Boss was saying, “but it don’t work like powder. I purty near swallowed yore gal story; but I sorta reckoned mebby I better make shore about you. Yo’re clever, Jimmy; so clever that I dassn’t take no chances with you. I’ll just tie you up till th’ boys come back we both know what they’ll say. I’d ‘a’ done it then only I like you; an’ I wish you had been in earnest about joinin’ us. Now get up.”

Jimmy arose slowly and cautiously and then moved like a flash, only to look down the barrel of a Colt. His clenched hands fell to his side and he bowed his head; but the Boss was too wary to be caught by any pretenses of a broken spirit. “Turn ‘round an’ hoi’ up yore ban’s,” he ordered. “I’ll blow you apart if you even squirms.”

Jimmy obeyed, seething with impotent fury, but the steady pressure of the Colt on his back told him how useless it was to resist. Life was good, even a few hours of it, for in those few hours perhaps a chance would come to him. The rope that had hung on the wall passed over his wrists and in a few moments he was helpless. “Now sit down,” came the order and the prisoner obeyed sullenly. The Boss went in the bunkhouse and soon returned, picked up the captive and, carrying him to the bunk prepared for him, dumped him in it, tied a few more knots and, closing the door, securely propped it shut and strode toward his own quarters, swearing savagely under his breath.

An hour later, while a string of horsemen rode along the crooked, lowlying trail across the Tortilla, plain in the moonlight, a figure at the bunkhouse turned the corner, slipped to the door and carefully removed the props.

Waiting a moment it opened the door slowly and slipped into the black interior, and chuckled at the sarcastic challenge from the bunk. “Sneakin’ back again, hey?” blazed Jimmy, trying in vain to bridge on his head and heels and turn over to face the intruder. “Turn me loose an’ gimme a gun I oughta have a chance!”

“All right,” said a quiet, strange voice. “That’s what I’m here for; but don’t talk so loud.”

“Who’re you?”

“My name’s Cassidy. I’m from th’ Bar-20, what owns them cows you been abusin’. Huh! he shore tied some knots! Wasn’t takin’ no more chances with you, all right!”

“G’wan! He never did take none.”

“So I’ve observed. Get th’ blood circulatin’ an’ I’ll give you some war-medicine for that useless gun of yourn what ain’t sand.”

“Good for you! I’ll sidle up agin’ that shack an’ fill him so full of lead he won’t know what hit him!”

“Well, every man does things in his own way; but I’ve been thinkin’ he oughta have a chance. He shore gave you some. Take it all in all, he’s been purty white to you, Kid. Longhorn’d ‘a’ shot you quick tonight.”

“Yes; an’ I’m goin’ to get him, tool”

“Now you ain’t got no gratitude,” sighed Cassidy. “You want to hog it all. I was figgerin’ to clean out this place by myself, but now you cut in an’want to freeze me out. But, Kid, mebby Longhorn won’t come back no more. My outfit’s a-layin’ for his li’l party. I sent ‘em down word to expect a call on our north section; an’ I reckon they got a purty good idea of th’ way up here, in case they don’t receive Longhorn an’ his friends as per schedule.”

“How long you been up here?” asked Jimmy in surprise, pausing in his operation of starting his blood to circulating.

“Long enough to know a lot about this layout. For instance, I know yo’re honest. That’s why I cut you loose tonight. You see, my friends might drop in here any minute an’ if you was in bad company they might make a mistake. They acts some hasty, at times. I’m also off erin’ you a good job if you wants it. We need another man.”

“I’m yourn, all right. An’ I reckon I will give th’ Boss a chance. He’ll be more surprised, that way.”

Cassidy nodded in the dark. “Yes, I reckon so; he’ll have time to wonder a li’l. Now you tell me how yo’re goin’ at this game.”

But he didn’t get a chance then, for his companion, listening intently, whistled softly and received an answer. In another moment the room was full of figures and the soft buzz of animated conversation held his interest. “All right,” said a deep voice. “We’ll keep on an’ get that herd started back at daylight. If Longhorn shows up you can handle him; if you can’t, there’s yore friend Jimmy,” and the soft laugh warmed Jimmy’s heart. “Why, Buck,” replied Jimmy’s friend, “he’s spoke for that job already.” The foreman turned and paused as he stood in the door. “Don’t forget; you ain’t to wait for us. Take Jimmy, if you wants, an’ head for Oleson’s. I ain’t shore that herd of hissn is good enough for us. We’ll handle this li’l driveherd easy. So long.”

Red Connors stuck his head through a small window: “Hey, if Longhorn shows up, give him my compliments. I shore bungled that shot.”

“‘Tain’t th’ first,” chuckled Cassidy. But Buck cut short the arguments and led the way to Jimmy’s pasture.