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第10章

The days did not pass swiftly at Bostil's Ford.And except in winter, and during the spring sand-storms, the lagging time passed pleasantly.Lucy rode every day, sometimes with Van, and sometimes alone.She was not over-keen about riding with Van--first, because he was in love with her; and secondly, in spite of that, she could not beat him when he rode the King.They were training Bostil's horses for the much-anticipated races.

At last word arrived from the Utes and Navajos that they accepted Bostil's invitation and would come in force, which meant, according to Holley and other old riders, that the Indians would attend about eight hundred strong.

"Thet old chief, Hawk, is comin'," Holley informed Bostil."He hasn't been here fer several years.Recollect thet bunch of colts he had? They're bosses, not mustangs....So you look out, Bostil!"No rider or rancher or sheepman, in fact, no one, ever lost a chance to warn Bostil.Some of it was in fun, but most of it was earnest.The nature of events was that sooner or later a horse would beat the King.Bostil knew that as well as anybody, though he would not admit it.Holley's hint made Bostil look worried.Most of Bostil's gray hairs might have been traced to his years of worry about horses.

The day he received word from the Indians he sent for Brackton, Williams, Muncie, and Creech to come to his house that night.These men, with Bostil, had for years formed in a way a club, which gave the Ford distinction.Creech was no longer a friend of Bostil's, but Bostil had always been fair-minded, and now he did not allow his animosities to influence him.Holley, the veteran rider, made the sixth member of the club.

Bostil had a cedar log blazing cheerily in the wide fireplace, for these early spring nights in the desert were cold.

Brackton was the last guest to arrive.He shuffled in without answering the laconic greetings accorded him, and his usually mild eyes seemed keen and hard.

"John, I reckon you won't love me fer this here I've got to tell you, to-night specially," he said, seriously.

"You old robber, I couldn't love you anyhow," retorted Bostil.But his humor did not harmonize with the sudden gravity of his look."What's up?""Who do you suppose I jest sold whisky to?""I've no idea," replied Bostil.Yet he looked as if he was perfectly sure.

"Cordts!...Cordts, an' four of his outfit.Two of them I didn't know.Bad men, judgin' from appearances, let alone company.The others was Hutchinson an'--Dick Sears.""DICK SEARS!" exclaimed Bostil.

Muncie and Williams echoed Bostil.Holley appeared suddenly interested.Creech alone showed no surprise.

"But Sears is dead," added Bostil.

"He was dead--we thought," replied Brackton, with a grim laugh."But he's alive again.He told me he'd been in Idaho fer two years, in the gold-fields.

Said the work was too hard, so he'd come back here.Laughed when he said it, the little devil! I'll bet he was thinkin' of thet wagon-train of mine he stole."Bostil gazed at his chief rider.

"Wal, I reckon we didn't kill Sears, after all," replied Holley."I wasn't never sure.""Lord! Cordts an' Sears in camp," ejaculated Bostil, and he began to pace the room.

"No, they're gone now," said Brackton.

"Take it easy, boss.Sit down," drawled Holley."The King is safe, an' all the racers.I swear to thet.Why, Cordts couldn't chop into thet log-an'-wire corral if he an' his gang chopped all night! They hate work.Besides, Farlane is there, an' the boys."This reassured Bostil, and he resumed his chair.But his hand shook a little.

"Did Cordts have anythin' to say?" he asked.

"Sure.He was friendly an' talkative," replied Brackton."He came in just after dark.Left a man I didn't see out with the hosses.He bought two big packs of supplies, an' some leather stuff, an', of course, ammunition.Then some whisky.Had plenty of gold an' wouldn't take no change.Then while his men, except Sears, was carryin' out the stuff, he talked.""Go on.Tell me," said Bostil.

"Wal, he'd been out north of Durango an' fetched news.There's wild talk back there of a railroad goin' to be built some day, joinin' east an' west.It's interestin', but no sense to it.How could they build a railroad through thet country?""North it ain't so cut up an' lumpy as here," put in Holley.

"Grandest idea ever thought of for the West," avowed Bostil."If thet railroad ever starts we'll all get rich....Go on, Brack.""Then Cordts said water an' grass was peterin' out back on the trail, same as Red Wilson said last week.Finally he asked, 'How's my friend Bostil?' I told him you was well.He looked kind of thoughtful then, an' I knew what was comin'....'How's the King?' 'Grand' I told him--'grand.' 'When is them races comin' off?' I said we hadn't planned the time yet, but it would be soon--inside of a month or two.'Brackton,' he said, sharp-like, 'is Bostil goin' to pull a gun on me at sight?' 'Reckon he is,' I told him.'Wal, I'm not powerful glad to know thet....I hear Creech's blue hoss will race the King this time.How about it?' 'Sure an' certain this year.I've Creech's an'

Bostil's word for thet.' Cordts put his hand on my shoulder.You ought to 've seen his eyes!...'I want to see thet race....I'm goin' to.' 'Wal,' Isaid, 'you'll have to stop bein'--You'll need to change your bizness.' Then, Bostil, what do you think? Cordts was sort of eager an' wild.He said thet was a race he jest couldn't miss.He swore he wouldn't turn a trick or let a man of his gang stir a hand till after thet race, if you'd let him come."A light flitted across Bostil's face.

"I know how Cordts feels," he said.

"Wal, it's a queer deal," went on Brackton."Fer a long time you've meant to draw on Cordts when you meet.We all know thet.""Yes, I'll kill him!" The light left Bostil's face.His voice sounded differently.His mouth opened, drooped strangely at the corners, then shut in a grim, tense line.Bostil had killed more than one man.The memory, no doubt, was haunting and ghastly.

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