Crooked Trails and Straight Part 12
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"There's no such outfit--not in the sense he means," snapped the man on the lounge. "What are your plans? Where you going to lie low? Picked a spot yet?"
"I don't know where I'm going, but I'm on the way," Curly a.s.sured him gaily.
Soapy frowned at him under the heavy eyebrows that gave him so menacing an effect.
"Better come back with me to the ranch till you look around."
"Suits me right down to the ground if it does you."
Someone came whistling into the house and opened the door of the room. He was a big lank fellow with a shotgun in his hands. "From Missouri" was stamped all over his awkward frame. He stood staring at his unexpected guests. His eyes, clas.h.i.+ng with those of Stone, grew chill and hard.
"So you're back here again, are you?" he asked, looking pretty black.
Stone's lip smile mocked him. "I don't know how you guessed it, but I sure am here."
"Didn't I tell you to keep away from the Bar 99--you and your whole cursed outfit?"
"Seems to me you did mention something of that sort. But how was I to know whether you meant it unless I came back to see?"
Laura came into the room and ranged herself beside her father. Her hand rested lightly on his forearm.
"He got caught in one of your bear traps and this young man brought him here to wait for the doctor," she explained.
"Hmp!"
The Missourian stared without civility at his guest, turned on his heel, and with his daughter beside him marched out of the room. He could not decently tell Stone to leave while he was under the care of a doctor, but he did not intend to make him welcome. London was a blunt grizzled old fellow who said what he thought even about the notorious Soapy Stone.
"We'll pull our freights right away, Curly," Stone announced as soon as his host had gone.
The young man went to the stable and saddled Keno. While he was tightening the cinch a shadow fell across his shoulder. He did not need to look round to see whose it was.
"I'm so glad you're going to the horse ranch. You will look out for Sam. I trust you. I don't know why, but I have the greatest confidence in you,"
the owner of the shadow explained sweetly.
Curly smiled blandly over his shoulder at her. "Fine! That's a good uplifting line of talk, Miss Laura. Now will you please explain why you're feeding me this particular bunch of taffy? What is it I'm to do for you?"
She blushed and laughed at the same time. Her hand came from behind her back. In it was a letter.
"But I do mean it, every word of it."
"That's to be my pay for giving Master Sam his billy doo, is it?"
"How did you guess? It is a letter to Sam."
"How did I guess it? Shows I'm sure a wiz, don't it?"
She saw her father coming and handed him the letter quickly.
"Here. Take it." A spark of mischief lit her eye and the dimples came out on her cheeks. "Good-by, _Curly_."
CHAPTER VII
BAD MEDICINE
The house at the horse ranch was a long, low L-shaped adobe structure. The first impression Curly received was that of negligence. In places the roof sagged. A door in the rear hung from one hinge. More than one broken pane of gla.s.s was stuffed with paper. The same evidence of s.h.i.+ftlessness could be seen on every hand. Fences had collapsed and been repaired flimsily.
The woodwork of the well was rotting. The windmill wheezed and did its work languidly for lack of oil.
Two men were seated on the porch playing seven up. One was Bad Bill, the other Blackwell. At sight of Curly they gave up their game.
"h.e.l.lo, kid! Where did you drop from?" Cranston asked.
A muscle twitched in Flandrau's cheek. "They got Mac."
"Got him! Where? At Saguache?"
"Ran us down near the Circle C. Mac opened fire. They--killed him."
"Shot him, or----?" Curly was left to guess the other half of the question.
"Shot him, and took me prisoner."
"They couldn't prove a thing, could they?"
"They could prove I wounded Cullison. That was enough for them. They set out to hang me. Later they changed their minds."
"How come you here? Did you escape?"
"Nope. Friends dug up bail."
Cranston did not ask what friends. He thought he knew. Alec Flandrau, an uncle of Curly, owned a half interest in the Map of Texas ranch. No doubt he had come to the aid of the young scapegoat.
"I'll bet the old man was sore at having to ante," was Big Bill's comment.
"Say, Soapy has been telling me that the Cullison kid is up here. I reckon we better not say anything about my mixup with his folks. I'm not looking for any trouble with him."
"All right, Curly. That goes with me. How about you, Blackwell?"
"Sure. What Sam don't know won't hurt him."
Curly sat down on the porch and told an edited story of his adventures to them. Before he had finished a young fellow rode up and dismounted. He had a bag of quail with him which he handed over to the Mexican cook. After he had unsaddled and turned his pony into a corral he joined the card players on the porch.
By unanimous consent the game was changed to poker. Young Cullison had the chair next to Flandrau. He had, so Curly thought, a strong family resemblance to his father and sister. "His eye jumps straight at you and asks its questions right off the reel," the newcomer thought. Still a boy in his ways, he might any day receive the jolt that would transform him into a man.
The cook's "Come and get it" broke up the game for a time. They trooped to supper, where for half an hour they discussed without words fried quail, cornbread and coffee. Such conversation as there was held strictly to necessary lines and had to do with the transportation of edibles.
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