Bad News
News of the Killing at Alder, as they call that night's slaughter to this day in the mountain-desert, traveled swiftly, and lost nothing of bulk and burden on the way; so that two days later, when Lee Haines went down for mail to the wretched little village in the valley, he heard the store-keeper retailing the story to an awe-stricken group.How the tale had crossed all the wild mountains which lay between in so brief a space no man could say, but first there ran a whisper and then a stir, and then half a dozen men came in at once, each with an elaboration of the theme more horrible than the last.The store-keeper culled the choicest fragments from every version, strung them together with a narrative of his own fertile invention, polished off the tale by a few rehearsals in his home, and then placed his product on the open market.The very first day he kept the store-room well filled from dawn until dark.
And this was the creation to which Lee Haines had to listen, impatient, sifting the chaff from the grains of truth.Down upon Alder, exactly at midnight, had ridden a cavalcade headed by that notorious, half-legendary man-slayer, Dan Barry--Whistling Dan.While his crew of two-score hardened ruffians held the doors and the windows with leveled rifles, Barry had entered with a gun and a wolf--a wild wolf, and had butchered ten men, wantonly.To add to the mystery, there was no motive of robbery for the crime.One sweeping visitation of death, and then the night-riders had rushed away.Nor was this all, for Sheriff Pete Glass, hearing of the tragedy, had ridden to Rickett, the county seat, and from this strategic point of vantage he was sending out a call for the most practised fighters on the mountain-desert.He wanted twenty men proved beyond the shadow of question for courage, endurance, speed, and surety in action.
"And," concluded the store-keeper, fixing his eye upon Lee Haines, "if you want a long ride free of charge, and ten bucks a day with chow thrown in--some of you gents ought to go to Rickett and chin with Pete."Haines waited to hear no more.He even forgot to ask for the Barry mail, swung into his saddle, and rode with red spurs back to the cabin in the mountains.There he drew Buck Daniels aside, and they walked among the rocks while Haines told his story.When it was ended they sat on adjoining boulders and chucked pebbles aimlessly into the emptiness beyond the cliff.
"Maybe," said Buck suddenly, "it wasn't Dan at all.He sure wouldn't be ridin' with no crowd of gents like that.""A fool like that store-keeper could make a crowd of Indians out of one papoose," answered Haines."It was Dan.Who else would be traipsing around with a dog that looks like a wolf--and hunts men?""I remember when Dan cornered Jim Silent in that cabin, and all Jim's gang was with him.Black Bart--""Buck," cut in Haines, "you've remembered plenty."After a moment: "When are you going in to break the news to Kate?"Buck Daniels regarded him with angry astonishment.
"Me?" he cried."I'd sooner cut my tongue out!" He drew a great breath."Ifeel like--like Dan was dead!"
"The best thing for Kate if he were."
"That's a queer thing to say, Lee.The meat would be rotted off your bones six years ago in Elkhead if it hadn't been for Whistlin' Dan.""I know it, Buck.But I'll tell you straight that I could never feel towards Dan as if he were a human being, but a wolf in the hide of a man.
He turned my blood cold; he always has."
Buck Daniels groaned aloud as thoughts poured back on him.
"Of all the pals that ever a man had," he said sadly, "there never was a partner like Whistlin' Dan.There was never another gent that would go through hell for you jest because you'd eaten meat with him.The first time I met him I tried to double-cross him, because I had my orders from Silent.
And Dan played clean with me--by God, he shook hands with me when he left."He straightened a little.
