riders of the purple sage-第6章
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in the shadow Venters went closer and closer until he could hear voices。 But he could not distinguish what was said。 He recognized many Mormons； and looked hard for Tull and his men； but looked in vain。
Venters concluded that the rustlers had not passed along the village street。 No doubt these earnest men were discussing Lassiter's coming。 But Venters felt positive that Tull's intention toward himself that day had not been and would not be revealed。
So Venters； seeing there was little for him to learn； began retracing his steps。 The church was dark； Bishop Dyer's home next to it was also dark； and likewise Tull's cottage。 Upon almost any night at this hour there would be lights here； and Venters marked the unusual omission。
As he was about to pass out of the street to skirt the grove； he once more slunk down at the sound of trotting horses。 Presently he descried two mounted men riding toward him。 He hugged the shadow of a tree。 Again the starlight； brighter now； aided him； and he made out Tull's stalwart figure； and beside him the short； froglike shape of the rider Jerry。 They were silent； and they rode on to disappear。
Venters went his way with busy； gloomy mind； revolving events of the day； trying to reckon those brooding in the night。 His thoughts overwhelmed him。 Up in that dark grove dwelt a woman who had been his friend。 And he skulked about her home； gripping a gun stealthily as an Indian； a man without place or people or purpose。 Above her hovered the shadow of grim； hidden； secret power。 No queen could have given more royally out of a bounteous store than Jane Withersteen gave her people； and likewise to those unfortunates whom her people hated。 She asked only the divine right of all womenfreedom； to love and to live as her heart willed。 And yet prayer and her hope were vain。
〃For years I've seen a storm clouding over her and the village of Cottonwoods；〃 muttered Venters； as he strode on。 〃Soon it'll burst。 I don't like the prospects。〃 That night the villagers whispered in the streetand night…riding rustlers muffled horsesand Tull was at work in secretand out there in the sage hid a man who meant something terribleLassiter！
Venters passed the black cottonwoods； and； entering the sage； climbed the gradual slope。 He kept his direction in line with a western star。 From time to time he stopped to listen and heard only the usual familiar bark of coyote and sweep of wind and rustle of sage。 Presently a low jumble of rocks loomed up darkly somewhat to his right； and； turning that way； he whistled softly。
Out of the rocks glided a dog that leaped and whined about him。 He climbed over rough； broken rock； picking his way carefully； and then went down。 Here it was darker； and sheltered from the wind。 A white object guided him。 It was another dog； and this one was asleep； curled up between a saddle and a pack。 The animal awoke and thumped his tail in greeting。 Venters placed the saddle for a pillow； rolled in his blankets； with his face upward to the stars。 The white dog snuggled close to him。 The other whined and pattered a few yards to the rise of ground and there crouched on guard。 And in that wild covert Venters shut his eyes under the great white stars and intense vaulted blue； bitterly comparing their loneliness to his own； and fell asleep。
When he awoke； day had dawned and all about him was bright steel…gray。 The air had a cold tang。 Arising； he greeted the fawning dogs and stretched his cramped body； and then； gathering together bunches of dead sage sticks； he lighted a fire。 Strips of dried beef held to the blaze for a moment served him and the dogs。 He drank from a canteen。 There was nothing else in his outfit； he had grown used to a scant fire。 Then he sat over the fire； palms outspread； and waited。 Waiting had been his chief occupation for months； and he scarcely knew what he waited for unless it was the passing of the hours。 But now he sensed action in the immediate present； the day promised another meeting with Lassiter and Lane； perhaps news of the rustlers； on the morrow he meant to take the trail to Deception Pass。
And while he waited he talked to his dogs。 He called them Ring and Whitie； they were sheep…dogs； half collie； half deerhound； superb in build； perfectly trained。 It seemed that in his fallen fortunes these dogs understood the nature of their value to him； and governed their affection and faithfulness accordingly。 Whitie watched him with somber eyes of love； and Ring； crouched on the little rise of ground above； kept tireless guard。 When the sun rose； the white dog took the place of the other； and Ring went to sleep at his master's feet。
By and by Venters rolled up his blankets and tied them and his meager pack together； then climbed out to look for his horse。 He saw him； presently； a little way off in the sage； and went to fetch him。 In that country； where every rider boasted of a fine mount and was eager for a race； where thoroughbreds dotted the wonderful grazing ranges； Venters rode a horse that was sad proof of his misfortunes。
Then； with his back against a stone； Venters faced the east； and； stick in hand and idle blade； he waited。 The glorious sunlight filled the valley with purple fire。 Before him； to left； to right； waving； rolling； sinking； rising； like low swells of a purple sea； stretched the sage。 Out of the grove of cottonwoods； a green patch on the purple； gleamed the dull red of Jane Withersteen's old stone house。 And from there extended the wide green of the village gardens and orchards marked by the graceful poplars； and farther down shone the deep； dark richness of the alfalfa fields。 Numberless red and black and white dots speckled the sage； and these were cattle and horses。
So； watching and waiting； Venters let the time wear away。 At length he saw a horse rise above a ridge； and he knew it to be Lassiter's black。 Climbing to the highest rock； so that he would show against the sky…line； he stood and waved his hat。 The almost instant turning of Lassiter's horse attested to the quickness of that rider's eye。 Then Venters climbed down； saddled his horse； tied on his pack； and； with a word to his dogs； was about to ride out to meet Lassiter； when he concluded to wait for him there； on higher ground； where the outlook was commanding。
It had been long since Venters had experienced friendly greeting from a man。 Lassiter's warmed in him something that had grown cold from neglect。 And when he had returned it； with a strong grip of the iron hand that held his； and met the gray eyes； he knew that Lassiter and he were to be friends。
〃Venters； let's talk awhile before we go down there；〃 said Lassiter； slipping his bridle。 〃I ain't in no hurry。 Them's sure fine dogs you've got。〃 With a rider's eye he took in the points of Venter's horse； but did not speak his thought。 〃Well； did anythin' come off after I left you last night？〃
Venters told him about the rustlers。
〃I was snug hid in the sage；〃 replied Lassiter； 〃an' didn't see or hear no one。 Oldrin's got a high hand here； I reckon。 It's no news up in Utah how he holes in canyons an' leaves no track。〃 Lassiter was silent a moment。 〃Me an' Oldrin' wasn't exactly strangers some years back when he drove cattle into Bostil's Ford； at the head of the Rio Virgin。 But he got harassed there an' now he drives some place else。〃
〃Lassiter； you knew him？ Tell me； is he Mormon or Gentile？〃
〃I can't say。 I've knowed Mormons who pretended to be Gentiles。〃
〃No Mormon ever pretended that unless he was a rustler〃 declared Venters。
〃Mebbe so。〃
〃It's a hard country for any one； but hardest for Gentiles。 Did you ever know or hear of a Gentile prospering in a Mormon community？〃
〃I never did。〃
〃Well； I want to get out of Utah。 I've a mother living in Illinois。 I want to go home。 It's eight years now。〃
The older man's sympathy moved Venters to tell his story。 He had left Quincy； run off to seek his fortune in the gold fields had never gotten any farther than Salt Lake City； wandered here and there as helper； teamster； shepherd； and drifted southward over the divide and across the barrens and up the rugged plateau through the passes to the last border settlements。 Here he became a rider of the sage； had stock o
