the man of the forest-第67章
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sunrise hour common to all woodsmen; hunters; or outlaws; to
whom the break of day was welcome。 These companions Anson
and Riggs included might have hated to see the dawn come。
It meant only another meager meal; then the weary packing
and the long; long ride to nowhere in particular; and
another meager meal all toiled for without even the
necessities of satisfactory living; and assuredly without
the thrilling hopes that made their life significant; and
certainly with a growing sense of approaching calamity。
The outlaw leader rose surly and cross…grained。 He had to
boot Burt to drive him out for the horses。 Riggs followed
him。 Shady Jones did nothing except grumble。 Wilson; by
common consent; always made the sour…dough bread; and he was
slow about it this morning。 Anson and Moze did the rest of
the work; without alacrity。 The girl did not appear。
〃Is she dead?〃 growled Anson。
〃No; she ain't;〃 replied Wilson; looking up。 〃She's
sleepin'。 Let her sleep。 She'd shore be a sight better off
if she was daid。〃
〃A…huh! So would all of this hyar outfit;〃 was Anson's
response。
〃Wal; Sna…ake; I shore reckon we'll all be thet there soon;〃
drawled Wilson; in his familiar cool and irritating tone
that said so much more than the content of the words。
Anson did not address the Texas member of his party again。
Burt rode bareback into camp; driving half the number of the
horses; Riggs followed shortly with several more。 But three
were missed; one of them being Anson's favorite。 He would
not have budged without that horse。 During breakfast he
growled about his lazy men; and after the meal tried to urge
them off。 Riggs went unwillingly。 Burt refused to go at all。
〃Nix。 I footed them hills all I'm a…goin' to;〃 he said。 〃An'
from now on I rustle my own hoss。〃
The leader glared his reception of this opposition。 Perhaps
his sense of fairness actuated him once more; for he ordered
Shady and Moze out to do their share。
〃Jim; you're the best tracker in this outfit。 Suppose you
go;〃 suggested Anson。 〃You allus used to be the first one
off。〃
〃Times has changed; Snake;〃 was the imperturbable reply。
〃Wal; won't you go?〃 demanded the leader; impatiently。
〃I shore won't。〃
Wilson did not look or intimate in any way that he would not
leave the girl in camp with one or any or all of Anson's
gang; but the truth was as significant as if he had shouted
it。 The slow…thinking Moze gave Wilson a sinister look。
〃Boss; ain't it funny how a pretty wench ?〃 began Shady
Jones; sarcastically。
〃Shut up; you fool!〃 broke in Anson。 〃Come on; I'll help
rustle them hosses。〃
After they had gone Burt took his rifle and strolled off
into the forest。 Then the girl appeared。 Her hair was down;
her face pale; with dark shadows。 She asked for water to
wash her face。 Wilson pointed to the brook; and as she
walked slowly toward it he took a comb and a clean scarf
from his pack and carried them to her。
Upon her return to the camp…fire she looked very different
with her hair arranged and the red stains in her cheeks。
〃Miss; air you hungry?〃 asked Wilson。
〃Yes; I am;〃 she replied。
He helped her to portions of bread; venison and gravy; and a
cup of coffee。 Evidently she relished the meat; but she had
to force down the rest。
〃Where are they all?〃 she asked。
〃Rustlin' the hosses。〃
Probably she divined that he did not want to talk; for the
fleeting glance she gave him attested to a thought that his
voice or demeanor had changed。 Presently she sought a seat
under the aspen…tree; out of the sun; and the smoke
continually blowing in her face; and there she stayed; a
forlorn little figure; for all the resolute lips and defiant
eyes。
The Texan paced to and fro beside the camp…fire with bent
head; and hands locked behind him。 But for the swinging gun
he would have resembled a lanky farmer; coatless and
hatless; with his brown vest open; his trousers stuck in the
top of the high boots。
And neither he nor the girl changed their positions
relatively for a long time。 At length; however; after
peering into the woods; and listening; he remarked to the
girl that he would be back in a moment; and then walked off
around the spruces。
No sooner had he disappeared in fact; so quickly
after…ward that it presupposed design instead of accident
than Riggs came running from the opposite side of the glade。
He ran straight to the girl; who sprang to her feet。
〃I hid two of the horses;〃 he panted; husky with
excitement。 〃I'll take two saddles。 You grab some grub。
We'll run for it。〃
〃No;〃 she cried; stepping back。
〃But it's not safe for us here;〃 he said; hurriedly;
glancing all around。 〃I'll take you home。 I swear。 。 。 。
Not safe I tell you this gang's after me。 Hurry!〃
He laid hold of two saddles; one with each hand。 The moment
had reddened his face; brightened his eyes; made his action
strong。
〃I'm safer here with this outlaw gang;〃 she replied。
〃You won't come!〃 His color began to lighten then; and his
face to distort。 He dropped his hold on the saddles。
〃Harve Riggs; I'd rather become a toy and a rag for these
ruffians than spend an hour alone with you;〃 she flashed at
him; in unquenchable hate。
〃I'll drag you!〃
He seized her; but could not hold her。 Breaking away; she
screamed。
〃Help!〃
That whitened his face; drove him to frenzy。 Leaping
forward; he struck her a hard blow across the mouth。 It
staggered her; and; tripping on a saddle; she fell。 His
hands flew to her throat; ready to choke her。 But she lay
still and held her tongue。 Then he dragged her to her feet。
〃Hurry now grab that pack an' follow me。〃 Again Riggs
laid hold of the two saddles。 A desperate gleam; baleful and
vainglorious; flashed over his face。 He was living his one
great adventure。
The girl's eyes dilated。 They looked beyond him。 Her lips
opened。
〃Scream again an' I'll kill you!〃 he cried; hoarsely and
swiftly。 The very opening of her lips had terrified Riggs。
〃Reckon one scream was enough;〃 spoke a voice; slow; but
without the drawl; easy and cool; yet incalculable in some
terrible sense。
Riggs wheeled with inarticulate cry。 Wilson stood a few
paces off; with his gun half leveled; low down。 His face
seemed as usual; only his eyes held a quivering; light
intensity; like boiling molten silver。
〃Girl; what made thet blood on your mouth?〃
〃Riggs hit me!〃 she whispered。 Then at something she feared
or saw or divined she shrank back; dropped on her knees; and
crawled into the spruce shelter。
〃Wal; Riggs; I'd invite you to draw if thet 'd be any use;〃
said Wilson。 This speech was reflective; yet it hurried a
little。
Riggs could not draw nor move nor speak。 He seemed turned to
stone; except his jaw; which slowly fell。
〃Harve Riggs; gunman from down Missouri way;〃 continued the
voice of incalculable intent; 〃reckon you've looked into a
heap of gun…barrels in your day。 Shore! Wal; look in this
heah one!〃
Wilson deliberately leveled the gun on a line with Riggs's
starting eyes。
〃Wasn't you heard to brag in Turner's saloon thet you
could see lead comin' an' dodge it? Shore you must be
swift! 。 。 。 DODGE THIS HEAH BULLET!〃
The gun spouted flame and boomed。 One of Riggs's starting;
popping eyes the right one went out; like a lamp。 The
other rolled horribly; then set in blank dead fixedness。
Riggs swayed in slow motion until a lost balance felled him
heavily; an inert mass。
Wilson bent over the prostrate form。 Strange; violent
contrast to the cool scorn of the preceding moment! Hissing;
spitting; as if poisoned by passion; he burst with the hate
that his character had forbidden him to express on a living
counterfeit。 Wilson was shaken; as if by a palsy。 He choked
over passionate; incoherent invective。 It was class hate
first; then the hate of real manhood for a craven; then the
hate of disgrace for a murder。 No man so fair as a
gun…fighter in the Western creed of an 〃even break〃!
Wilson's terrible cataclysm of passion passed。 Straightening
up; he sheathed his weapon and began a slow pace before the
fire。 Not many moments