the flying u ranch-第12部分
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to that bunch。 You and I will take a ride over to Denson's and
see what's going on over there。 Mamma!〃 he added fervently; under
his breath; 〃I sure do wish Chip and the Old Man were here!〃
CHAPTER VIII。 The Dot Outfit
Before he laid him down to sleep; that night; Weary had repeated
to himself many times and fervently that wish for old J。 G。
Whitmore and the stout staff upon which he was beginning more and
more to lean; his brother…in…law; Chip Bennett。 As matters stood;
Weary could not even bring himself to let then know anything
about his troubleand that the thing was beginning to assume the
form and shape and general malevolent attributes of Trouble;
Weary was forced to admit to himself。
Just at present an unthinking; unobserving person might pass over
this sheep outfit as a mere unsavory incident; but Weary was
neither unobserving nor unthinkingnor; for the matter of that;
were the rest of the Happy Family。 It needed no Happy Jack; with
his foreboding nature; to point out the unpleasant possibilities
that night when the committee of two made their informal report
at the supper table。
They had ridden to Denson coulee; which was in reality a
meandering branch of Flying U coulee itself。 To reach it one rode
out of Flying U coulee and over a wide hill; and down again to
Denson's。 But the creekFlying U creekfollowed the devious
turnings from Denson coulee down to the Flying U。 A long mile of
Flying U coulee J。 G。 Whitmore owned outright。 Another mile he
held under no other title save a fence。 The creek flowed through
it allbut that creek had its source somewhere up near the head
of Denson coulee。 J。 G。 Whitmore had; to his regret; been unable
to claim the whole earthor at least that portion of itfor his
own; so; when he was constrained to make a choice; he settled
himself in the wider; more fertile coulee; which he thereafter
called the Flying U。 While it is good policy to locate as near as
possible to the source of those erratic little creeks which water
certain garden spots of the northern range land; it is also well
to choose land that will grow plenty of hay。 J。 G。 Whitmore chose
the hay land; and trusted that providence would insure the water
supply。 Through all these years Flying U creek had never once
disappointed him。 Denson; who settled in the tributary coulee;
had not made any difference in the water supply; and his stock
had consisted of thirty or forty head of cattle and horses。
When Denson sold; however; things might be different。 And; if he
had sold to a sheepman; the change might be unpleasant If he had
sold to Dunk Whittakerthe Flying U boys faced that possibility
just as they would face any other disaster; undaunted; but grim
and unsmiling。
It was thus that Pink and Weary rode slowly down into Denson
coulee。 Two miles back they had passed the band of Dot sheep;
feeding leisurely just without the Flying U fence; which was the
southern boundary。 The bug…killer and the other were there; and
they noted that the features of that other bore witness to the
truth of Andy's story of the fight。 He regarded them with one
perfectly good eye and one which was considerably swollen; and
grinned a swollen grin。
The two had ridden ten paces past him when Pink pulled up
suddenly。 〃I'm going to get off and lick that son…of…a…gun
myself; just for luck;〃 he stated dispassionately。 〃I'm going to
lick 'em both;〃 he revised while he dismounted。
〃Oh; come on; Cadwalloper;〃 Weary dissuaded。 〃You'll likely have
all the excitement you need; without that。〃
〃Here; you hold this fool cayuse。 No。〃 He shook his head; cutting
short further protest。 〃You're the boss; and you don't want to
mix in; and that part is all right。 But I ain't responsibleand
I sure am going to take a fall or two out of these geesers。
They're a…w…l together too stuck on themselves to suit me。〃 Pink
did not say that he was thinking of Andy; but nevertheless a
vivid recollection of that unfortunate young man's rope…creased
wrists and swollen hands sent him toward the herder with long;
eager strides。
Pink was not tall; and he was slight and boyish of build; also;
his cherubic face; topped by tawny curls and lighted by eyes as
deeply blue and as innocent as a baby's; probably deceived that
herder; just as they had deceived many another。 For Pink was a
good deal like a stick of dynamite wrapped in white tissue paper
and tied with blue ribbon; and Weary was not at all uneasy over
the outcome; as he watched Pink go clanking back; though he loved
him well。
Pink did not waste any time or words on the preliminaries。 With a
delightful frankness of purpose he pulled off his coat and threw
it on the ground; as he came up; sent his hat after it; and
arrived fist first。
The herder had waited grinning; and he had shouted something to
Weary about spanking the kid if Weary didn't make him behave。
Speedily he became a very surprised herder; and a distressed one
as well。
〃All right;〃 Pink remarked; a little quick…breathed; when the
herder decided for the third time to get up。 〃A friend of mine
worked yuh over a little; this morning; and I just thought I'd
make a better job than he did。 Your eyes didn't match。 They will;
now。〃
The herder mumbled maledictions after him; but Pink would not
even give him the satisfaction of resenting it。
〃I'd like to have broken a knuckle against his teeth; darn him;〃
he observed ruefully when he was in the saddle again。 〃Come on;
Weary。 It won't take but a minute to hand a punch or two to that
bug…killer; and then I'll feel better。 They've both got it
comingcome on!〃 This because Weary showed a strong inclination
to take the trail and keep it to his destination。 〃Well; I'll go
alone; then。 I've got to kinda square myself for the way I threw
it into Andy; and you know blamed well; Weary; they played it
low…down on him; or they'd never have got that rope on him。 And
I'm going to lick that〃
〃Mamma! You sure are a rambunctious person when you feel that
way;〃 Weary made querulous comment; but he rode over with Pink to
where the bug…killer was standing with his long stick held in a
somewhat menacing manner; and once more he held Pink's horse for
him。
Pink was gone longer this time; and he came back with a cut lip
and a large lump on his forehead; the bug…killer had thrown a
small rock with the precision which comes of much practicesuch
as stoning disobedient dogs; and the likeand; when Pink rushed
at him furiously; the herder caught him very neatly alongside the
head with his stick。 These little amenities serving merely to
whet Pink's appetite for battle; he stopped long enough to thrash
that particular herder very thoroughly and to his own complete
satisfaction。
〃Well; I guess I'm ready to go on now;〃 he observed; dimpling
rather one…sidedly as he got back on his horse。
〃I thought maybe you'd want to whip the dogs; too;〃 Weary told
him dryly; which was the nearest he came to expressing any
disapproval of the incident。 Weary was a peace…loving soul;
whenever peace was compatible with self…respect; and it would
never have occurred to him to punish strange men as summarily as
Pink had done。
〃I would; if the dogs were half as ornery as the men;〃 Pink
retorted。 〃Say; they hang together like bull snakes and rattlers;
don't they? If they was human; they'd have helped each other
outbut nothing doing! Do you reckon a man could ride up to a
couple of our bunch; and thrash one at a time without the other
fellow having something to say about it?〃 He turned in the saddle
and looked back。 〃So help me; Josephine; I've got a good mind to
go back and lick them again; for not hanging together like they
ought to。〃 But the threat was an idle one; and they went on to
Denson's; Weary still with that anxious look in his eyes; and
Pink quite complacent over his exploit。
In Denson coulee was an unwonted atmosphere of activity;
heretofore the place had been animated chiefly by young Densons
engaged in the pursuit of pleasure; but now a covered buggy;
evidently just arrived; bore mute witness to the new order of
things。 There were more horses about the place; a covered wagon
or two; three or four men working upon the corral; and; lastly;
there was one whom Weary recognized the moment he caught sight of
him。
〃Looks like a sheep outfit; all right;〃 he said somberly。 〃And;
if that ain't old Dunk himself; it's the devil; and that's next
thing to him。〃
Dunk; they judged; had just arrived with another man whom they
did not know: a tall man with light hair that hung lank to his
collar; a thin; sharp…nosed face and a wide mouth; which
stretched easily into a smile; but which was none the pleasanter
for that。 When he turned inquiringly toward them they saw that he
was stoop…shouldered; though not from any deformity; but from
sheer; slouching lankness。 Dunk gave them a swift; sour look from
under his eyebrows and went on。
Weary rode straight past the lank man; whom he judged to be
Oleson; and overtook Dunk Whittaker himself。
〃Hello; Dunk;〃 he said cheerfully; sliding over in the saddle so
that a foot hung free of the stirrup; as men who ride much have
learned to do when they stop for a chat; thereby resting while
they may。 〃Back on the old stamping ground; are you?〃
〃Since you see me here; I suppose I am;〃 Dunk made churlish
response。
〃Do you happen to own those Dot sheep; back there on the hill?〃
Weary tilted his head toward home。
〃I happen to own half of them。〃 By then they had reached the gate
and Dunk passed through and started on to the house。
〃Oh; don't be in a rushcome on back and be sociable;〃 Weary
called out; in the mildest of tones; twisting the reins around
his saddle…horn so that he might roll a cigarette at ease。
Dunk remembered; perhaps; certain things he had learned when he
wa