CHAPTER IX
WAR ON THE CANNON BALL
The autumn was very dry, and as the feed grew short on his side of theCannon Ball, Delmar said to his boss herder, "Drive the herd over thetrail, keeping as close to the boundary as you can. The valley throughwhich the road runs will keep us till November, I reckon."
Of this Mose knew nothing, and when he saw the sheep drifting across theline he set forth to turn them. The herder shouted, "Hold on, Mose; let'em go."
Mose did as he was ordered, but looked around nervously, expecting acharge of cattlemen. Delmar laughed. "Don't worry; they won't make anytrouble."
A couple of days later a squad of cowboys came riding furiously over thehill. "See here!" they called to Mose, "you turn that stinkin' river ofsheep back over the line."
Mose shouted a reply: "I'm not the boss; go talk to him. And, say! you'dbetter change your tune when you whistle into his ear."
"Oh, hell!" said one contemptuously. "It's that tenderfoot of Pratt's."They rode to the older herder, who laughed at them. "Settle with the'old man,'" he said. "I'm under orders to feed these sheep and I'm goin'to do it."
"You take them sheep back on your range or you won't have any to feed,"said one of the cowboys.
The herder blew a whiff from his lips as if blowing away thistle down."Run away, little ones, you disturb my siesta."
With blistering curses on him and his sheep, the cowboys rode to the topof the hill, and there, turning, fired twice at the herder, wounding himin the arm. The Mexican returned the fire, but to no effect.
When Mose reported this, Delmar's eyebrows drew down over his hawklikeeyes. "That's all right," he said ominously. "If they want war they'llget it."
A few days later he rode over toward the Circle Bar Ranch house. On theway he overtook Williams, riding along alone. Williams did not hearDelmar till he called sharply, "Throw up your hands."
Williams quickly complied. "Don't shoot--for God's sake!" he called,with his hands quivering above his head. He had heard of Delmar's skillwith weapons.
"Mr. Williams," Delmar began with sinister formality, "your men havebeen shooting my herders."
"Not by my orders, Mr. Delmar; I never sanction----"
"See here, Williams, you are responsible for your cowboys, just as I amfor my Mexicans. It's low-down business for you to shoot my men who areworking for me at fifteen dollars a month. I'm the responsibleparty--I'm the man to kill. I want to say right here that I hold youaccountable, and if your men maim one of my herders or open fire on 'emagain I'll hunt you down and kill you like a wolf. Now ride on, and ifyou look back before you top that divide I'll put a bullet through you.Good-day."
Williams rode away furiously and was not curious at all; he topped thedivide without stopping. Delmar smiled grimly as he wheeled his horseand started homeward.
On the same day, as Mose was lying on the point of a grassy mesa,watching the sheep swarming about a water hole in the valley below, hesaw a cloud of dust rising far up to the north. While he wondered, heheard a wild, rumbling, trampling sound. Could it be a herd of buffalo?His blood thrilled with the hope of it. His sheep were forgotten as theroar increased and wild yells came faintly to his ears. As he jerkedhis revolver from its holder, around the end of the mesa a herd of wildhorses swept, swift as antelope, with tails streaming, with eyesflashing, and behind them, urging them on, whooping, yelling, shooting,came a band of cowboys, their arms flopping, their kerchiefs streaming.
A gasping shout arose from below. "The sheep! the sheep!" Mose turnedand saw the other herders rushing for their horses. He realized then thedanger to the flock. The horses were sweeping like a railway trainstraight down upon the gray, dusty, hot river of woolly flesh. Moseshuddered with horror and pity--a moment later and the drove, led by apowerful and vicious brown mare, drove like a wedge straight into thehelpless herd, and, leaping, plunging, kicking, stumbling, the powerfuland swift little bronchos crossed, careering on down the valley, leavinghundreds of dead, wounded, and mangled sheep in their path. The cowboysswept on after them with exultant whooping, firing their revolvers atthe Mexican herders, who stood in a daze over their torn and mangledherd.
When Mose recovered from his stupefaction, his own horse was gallopingin circles, his picket rope dragging, and the boss herder was swearingwith a belated malignity which was ludicrous. He swept together intoone steady outpour all the native and alien oaths he had ever heard in along and eventful career among profane persons. When Mose recovered hishorse and rode up to him, Jose was still swearing. He was walking amongthe wounded sheep, shooting those which he considered helplesslyinjured. His mouth was dry, his voice husky, and on his lips foam lay inyellow flecks. He ceased to imprecate only when, by repetition, hisoaths became too inexpressive to be worth while.
Mose's heart was boyishly tender for any animal, and to see the gentlecreatures mangled, writhing and tumbling, uttering most piteous cries,touched him so deeply that he wept. He had no inclination to swear untilafterward, when the full knowledge that it was a trick and not anaccident came to him. He started at once for the camp to carry the blacknews.
Delmar did not swear when Mose told him what had happened. He saddledhis horse, and, buckling his revolvers about him said, "Come on,youngster; I'm going over to see about this."
Mose felt the blood of his heart thicken and grow cold. There was adeadly resolution in Delmar's deliberate action. Prevision of a bloodyfray filled the boy's mind, but he could not retreat. He could not lethis boss go alone into an enemy's country; therefore he rode silentlyafter.
Delmar galloped steadily on toward the Circle Bar Ranch house. Mileafter mile was traversed at steady gallop till the powerful littleponies streamed with salty sweat. At last Delmar drew rein and allowedMose to ride by his side.
"You needn't be alarmed," he said in a kindly tone; "these hounds won'tshoot; they're going to evade it, but I shall hold 'em to it--trust me,my boy."
As they topped a ridge and looked down into Willow Creek, where theRanch house stood, several horsemen could be seen riding in from theopposite side, and quite a group of men waited Delmar's approach, andevery man was armed. Each face wore a look of constraint, though one manadvanced hospitably. "Good afternoon, gentlemen; ride your horses rightinto the corral, and the boys'll take the saddles off."
"Where is Williams?" asked Delmar as he slid from his horse.
"Gone to town; anything I can do for you? I'm his boss."
"You tell Mr. Williams," said Delmar, with menacing calm, "I came totell him that a drove of horses belonging partly to you and partly toHartley, of The Horseshoe, were stampeded through my sheep yesterday,killing over two hundred of them."
Conrad replied softly: "I know, I know! I just heard of it. Too bad! butyou understand how it is. Herds get going that way, and you can't stop'em nor head 'em off."
"Your men didn't try to head 'em off."
"How about that, boys?" inquired Conrad, turning to the younger men.
A long, freckled, grinning ape stepped forward.
"Well, it was this way: we was a-tryin' to head the herd off, and wedidn't see the sheep till we was right into 'em----"
"That's a lie!" said Mose. "You drove the horses right down the valleyinto the sheep. I saw you do it."
"You call me a liar and I'll blow your heart out," shouted the cowboy,dropping his hand to his revolver.
"Halt!" said Delmar. "Easy now, you young cockalorum. It ain't useful tostart shooting where Andrew Delmar is."
Conrad spoke sharply: "Jim, shut up." Turning to Mose, "Where did ithappen?"
"In Boulder Creek, just south of the road."
Conrad turned to Delmar in mock surprise. "_South_ of the road! Yoursheep must o' strayed over the line, Mr. Delmar. As they was on ourside of the range I don't see that I can do anything for you. If they'dbeen on the north side----"
"That'll do," interrupted Delmar. "I told you that so long as the northside fed my sheep I would keep them there to accommodate your stockmen.I give
notice now that I shall feed where I please, and I shall be withmy sheep night and day, and the next man that crosses my sheep willleave his bones in the grass with the dead sheep, and likely a horse ortwo besides." He stepped toward Conrad. "Williams has had his warning; Igive you yours. I hold you responsible for every shot fired at my men.If one of my men is shot I'll kill you and Williams at sight. Good-day."
"What'll _we_ do?" called one of the cowboys.
Delmar turned, and his eyes took on a wild glare.
"I'll send you to hell so quick you won't be able to open your mouth.Throw up your hands!" The man's hands went up. "Why, I'd ear-mark ye andslit each nostril for a leather button----"
Conrad strove for peace. "Be easy on him, Delmar; he's a crazy fool,anyway; he don't know you."
"He will after this," said Delmar. "I'll trouble you, Mr. Conrad, tocollect all the guns from your men." Mose drew his revolver. "My boyhere is handy too. I don't care to be shot in the back as I ride away.Drop your guns, every scab of ye!"
"I'll be d----d if I do."
"Drop it!" snapped out Delmar, and the tone of his voice was terrible tohear. Mose's heart stopped beating; he held his breath, expecting theshooting to begin.
Conrad was white with fear as he said: "Give 'em up, boys. He's adesperate man. Don't shoot, you fools!"
One by one, with a certain amount of bluster on the part of two, thecowboys dropped their guns, and Delmar said: "Gather 'em in, Mose."
Mose leaped from his horse and gathered the weapons up. Delmar thrustthe revolvers into his pockets, and handed one Winchester to Mose.
"You'll find your guns on that rise beside yon rock," said Delmar, "andwhen we meet again, it will be Merry War. Good-day!"
An angry man knows no line of moderation. Delmar, having declared war,carried it to the door of the enemy. Accompanying the sheep himself, hedrove them into the fairest feeding-places beside the clearest streams.He spared no pains to irritate the cattlemen, and Mose, who alone ofall the outsiders realized to the full his terrible skill with weapons,looked forward with profound dread to the fight which was sure tofollow.
He dreaded the encounter for another reason. He had no definite plan ofaction to follow in his own case. A dozen times a day he said tohimself: "Am I a coward?" His stomach failed him, and he ate sosparingly that it was commented upon by the more hardened men. He wasthe greater troubled because a letter from Jack came during this stormytime, wherein occurred this paragraph: "Mary came back to the autumnterm. Her mother is dead, and she looks very pale and sad. She askedwhere you were and said: 'Please tell him that I hope he will come homesafe, and that I am sorry I could not see him before he went away.'"
All the bitterness in his heart long stored up against her passed awayin a moment, and sitting there on the wide plain, under the burning sun,he closed his eyes in order to see once more, in the cold gray light ofthe prison, that pale, grave girl with the glorious eyes. He saw her,too, as Jack saw her, her gravity turned into sadness, her pallor intothe paleness of grief and ill health. He admitted now that no reasonexisted why she should write to him while her mother lay dying. Allcause for hardness of heart was passed away. The tears came to his eyesand he longed for the sight of her face. For a moment the boy's wildheart grew tender.
He wrote her a letter that night, and it ran as well as he could hopefor, as he re-read it next day on his way to the post office twentymiles away.
"DEAR MARY: Jack has just sent me a long letter and has told me what you said. I hope you will forgive me. I thought you didn't want to see me or write to me. I didn't know your mother was sick. I thought you ought to have written to me, but, of course, I understand now. I hope you will write in answer to this and send your picture to me. You see I never saw you in daylight and I'm afraid I'll forget how you look.
"Well, I'm out in the wild country, but it ain't what I want. I don't like it here. The cowboys are all the time rowin'. There ain't much game here neither. I kill an antelope once in a while, or a deer down on the bottoms, but I haven't seen a bear or a buffalo yet. I want to go to the mountains now. This country is too tame for me. They say you can see the Rockies from a place about one hundred miles from here. Some day I'm going to ride over there and take a look. I haven't seen any Indians yet. We are likely to have shooting soon.
"If you write, address to Running Bear, Cheyenne County, and I'll get it. I'll go down again in two weeks. Since Jack wrote I want to see you awful bad, but of course it can't be done, so write me a long letter.
"Yours respectfully, "HAROLD EXCELL.
"Address your letter to Mose Harding, they don't know my real name out here. I'll try to keep out of trouble."
He arrived in Running Bear just at dusk, and went straight to the postoffice, which was in an ill-smelling grocery. Nothing more forlornlydisreputable than "the Beast" (as the cowboys called the town) existedin the State. It was built on the low flat of the Big Sandy, and wascomposed of log huts (beginning already to rot at the corners) andunpainted shanties of pine, gray as granite, under wind and sun. Therewere two "hotels," where for "two bits" one could secure a dish ofevil-smelling ham and eggs and some fried potatoes, and there were sixsaloons, where one could secure equally evil-minded whisky at ten centsa glass. A couple of rude groceries completed the necessary equipmentof a "cow-town."
There was no allurement to vice in such a place as this so far as Mosewas concerned, but a bunch of cowboys had just ridden in for "a goodtime," and to reach the post office he was forced to pass them. Theystudied him narrowly in the dusk, and one fellow said:
"That's Delmar's sheep herder; let's have some fun with him. Let'sconvert him."
"Oh, let him alone; he's only a kid."
"Kid! He's big as he'll ever be. I'm goin' to string him a few when hecomes out."
Mose's breath was very short as he posted his letter, for trouble was inthe air. He tried his revolvers to see that they were free in theirholsters, and wiped the sweat from his hands and face with his bigbandanna. He entered into conversation with the storekeeper, hoping thebelligerent gang would ride away. They had no such intention, but wentinto a saloon next door to drink, keeping watch for Mose. One of them, aslim, consumptive-chested man, grew drunk first. He was entirelyharmless when sober, and served as the butt of all jokes, but the evilliquor paralyzed the small knot of gray matter over his eyes and setloose his irresponsible lower centers. He threw his hat on the groundand defied the world in a voice absurdly large and strenuous.
His thin arms swung aimlessly, and his roaring voice had no more heartin it than the blare of a tin horn. His eyes wandered from face to facein the circle of his grinning companions who egged him on.
His insane, reeling capers vastly amused them. One or two, almost asdrunk as he, occasionally wrestled with him, and they rolled in the dustlike dirty bear cubs. They were helpless so far as physical strugglewent, but, unfortunately, shooting was a second nature to them, andtheir hands were deadly.
As Mose came out to mount his horse the crowd saw him, and one viciousvoice called out:
"Here, Bill, here's a sheep walker can do you up."
The crowd whooped with keen delight, and streaming over, surroundedMose, who stood at bay not far from his horse in the darkness--a suddennumbness in his limbs.
"What do you want o' me?" he asked. "I've nothing to do with you." Heknew that this crowd would have no mercy on him and his heart almostfailed him.
"Here's a man wants to lick you," replied one of the herders.
The drunken man was calling somewhere in the crowd, "Where is he? Lemmeget at him." The ring opened and he reeled through and up to Mose, whowas standing ominously quiet beside his horse. Bill seized him by thecollar and said: "You want 'o fight?"
"No," said Mose, too angry at the crowd to humor the drunken fool. "Youtake him away or he'll get hurt."
"Oh
, he will, will he?"
"Go for him, Bill," yelled the crowd in glee.
The drunken fool gave Mose a tug. "Come 'ere!" he said with an oath.
"Let go o' me," said Mose, his heart swelling with wrath.
The drunken one aimlessly cuffed him. Then the blood-red film droppedover the young eagle's eyes. He struck out and his assailant went down.Then his revolvers began to speak and the crowd fell back. They rolled,leaped, or crawled to shelter, and when the bloody mist cleared awayfrom his brain, Mose found himself in his saddle, his swift ponygalloping hard up the street, with pistols cracking behind him. Hisblood was still hot with the murderous rage which had blinded his eyes.He did not know whether he had begun to shoot first or not, he did notknow whether he had killed any of the ruffians or not, but he had asmarting wound in the shoulder, from which he could feel the wet, warmblood trickling down.
Once he drew his horse to a walk, and half turned him to go back andface the mob, which he could hear shouting behind him, but the thoughtof his wound, and the fear that his horse had also been hit, led him toride on. He made a detour on the plain, and entered a ravine whichconcealed him from the town, and there alighted to feel of his horse'slimbs, fearing each moment to come upon a wound, but he was unhurt, andas the blood had ceased to flow from his own wound, the youth swung intohis saddle and made off into the darkness.
He heard no sound of his pursuers, but, nevertheless, rode on rapidly,keeping the west wind in his face and watching sharply for fences. Atlength he found his way back to the river trail and the horse gallopedsteadily homeward. As he rode the boy grew very sad and discouraged. Hehad again given away to the spirit of murder. Again he had intended tokill, and he seemed to see two falling figures; one, the man he hadsmitten with his fist, the other one whose revolver was flashing fire ashe fell.
Then he thought of Mary and the sad look in her eyes when she shouldhear of his fighting again. She would not be able to get at the truestory. She would not know that these men attacked him first and that hefought in self-defense. He thought of his father, also, with a certaintenderness, remembering how he had stood by him in his trial. "Who willstand by me now?" he asked himself, and the thought of the Pratts helpedhim. Delmar, he felt sure, would defend him, but he knew the customs ofthe cattle country too well to think the matter ended there. He musthereafter shoot or be shot. If these men met him again he must disablethem instantly or die. "Hadn't I better just keep right on riding?" hekept asking some sense within him, but decided at last to return toDelmar.
It was deep night when he reached the camp, and his horse was coveredwith foam. Delmar was sitting by the camp fire as he came in from thedark.
"Hello, boy, what's up?"
Mose told him the whole story in a few incoherent phrases. The old manexamined and dressed his wound, but remained curiously silent throughoutthe story. At last he said: "See here, my lad; let me tell you, this isserious business. I don't mean this scratch of a bullet--don't you beuneasy about that; but this whole row is mine. They haven't any grudgeagainst you, but you're a sheep herder for me, and that is bad businessjust now. If you've killed a man they'll come a-rippin' up here aboutdaylight with a warrant. You can't get justice in this country. You'llface a cowboy jury and it'll go hard with you. There's just one thing todo: you've got to git right close to where the west winds come from anddo it quick. Throw the saddles on Bone and Rusty, and we'll hit thetrail. I know a man who'll take care of you."
He whistled a signal and one of the herders came in: "Send Pablo here,"he said. "Now, roll up any little trinkets that you want to take withyou," he said a few minutes later as they were saddling the twobronchos. "You can't afford to stay here and face this thing; I had nobusiness to set you on the wrong side. I knew better all the time, but Iliked you, and----"
The herder came in. "Pablo, I'm going across country on a littlebusiness. If anybody comes asking for me or Mose here, say you don'tknow where we went, but that you expect us back about noon. Be ready toshoot to-day; some of these cowboys may try to stampede you again whileI'm gone."
"You better stay and look after the sheep," began Mose as they startedaway, "you can't afford----"
"Oh, to hell with the sheep. I got you into this scrape and I'll see youout of it."
As they galloped away, leading Mose's worn pony, Delmar continued:"You're too young to start in as a killer. You've got somebody back inthe States who thinks you're out here making a man of yourself, and Ilike you too well to see you done up by these dirty cow-country lawyers.I'm going to quit the country myself after this fall shipment, and Iwant you to come down my way some time. You better stay up here tillspring."
They rode steadily till daylight, and then Delmar said: "Now I thinkyou're perfectly safe, for this reason: These cusses know you came intothe country with Pratt, and they'll likely ride over and search theCannon Ball settlement. I'll ride around that way and detain 'em awhileand make 'em think you're hiding out, while you make tracks for uppercountry. You keep this river trail. Don't ride too hard, as if you wasrunnin' away, but keep a steady gait, and give your horse one hour outo' four to feed. Here's a little snack: don't waste time, but slidealong without sleeping as long as you can.
"You'll come in sight of the mountains about noon, and you'll see a bigbunch o' snowpeaks off to the left. Make straight for that, and afteryou go about one day bear sharp to the left, begin to inquire for BobReynolds on the Arickaree--everybody knows Bob. Just give him this noteand tell him the whole business; he'll look out for you. Now, good-by,boy. I'm sorry--but my intentions were good."
Mose opened his heart at last. "I don't like to desert you this way, Mr.Delmar," he said; "it ain't right; I'd rather stay and fight it out."
"I won't have it," replied Delmar.
"You're going to have a lot of trouble."
"Don't you worry about me, and don't you feel streaked about pullingyour freight. You started wrong on the Cannon Ball. Bob will put youright. The cattlemen will rule there for some years yet, and you keep ontheir side. Now, good-by, lad, and take care of yourself."
Mose's voice trembled as he took Delmar's hand and said: "Good-by, Mr.Delmar, I'm awfully obliged to you."
"That's all right--now git."
Mose, once more on his own horse, galloped off to the West, his heartbig with love for his stern benefactor. Delmar sat on his horse andwatched the boy till he was diminished to a minute spot on the dimswells of the plain. Then he wiped a little moisture from his eye withthe back of his brown, small hand, and turned his horse's head to theEast.