The Trail to Yesterday Part 6
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During the silence that followed she could hear the parson outside--his voice, and the yelping of the dog--evidently they had formed a friends.h.i.+p.
The sounds came nearer; Sheila heard the parson try the door. She became aware that Dakota was standing over her and she looked up, s.h.i.+vering, to see his face, still hard and unyielding.
"I am going to open the door," he said. "Is it you or the parson?"
At that word she was on her feet, standing before him, rigid with anger, her eyes flaming with scorn and hatred.
"You wouldn't dare to do it!" she said hoa.r.s.ely; "you--you----" She s.n.a.t.c.hed suddenly for the b.u.t.t of the weapon that swung at his left hip, but with a quick motion he evaded the hand and stepped back a pace, smiling coldly.
"I reckon it's the parson," he said in a low voice, which carried an air of finality. He started for the door, hesitated, and came back to the bunk, standing in front of Sheila, looking down into her eyes.
"I am giving you one last chance," he told her. "I am going to open the door. If you want the parson to die, don't look at me when he steps in. If you want him to live, turn your back to him and walk to the fireplace."
He walked to the door, unlocked it, and stepped back, his gaze on Sheila.
Then the door opened slowly and the parson stood on the threshold, smiling.
"It's sure some wet outside," he said.
Dakota was fingering the cylinder of his revolver, his gaze now riveted on the parson.
"Why," said the latter, in surprise, seeing the att.i.tudes of Dakota and his guest, "what in the name of----"
There came a movement, and Sheila stood in front of Dakota, between him and the parson. For an instant she stood, looking at Dakota with a scornful, loathing gaze. Then with a dry sob, which caught in her throat, she moved past him and went to the fireplace, where she stood looking down at the flames.
CHAPTER IV
THIS PICTURE AND THAT
IT was a scene of wild, virgin beauty upon which Sheila Langford looked as she sat on the edge of a gra.s.sy b.u.t.te overlooking the Ute River, with Duncan, the Double R manager stretched out, full length beside her, a gigantic picture on Nature's canvas, glowing with colors which the G.o.ds had spread with a generous touch.
A hundred feet below Sheila and Duncan the waters of the river swept around the base of the b.u.t.te, racing over a rocky bed toward a deep, narrow canyon farther down. Directly opposite the b.u.t.te rose a short slope, forming the other bank of the river. From the crest of the slope began a plain that stretched for many miles, merging at the horizon into some pine-clad foothills. Behind the foothills were the mountains, their snow peaks s.h.i.+mmering in a white sky--remote, mysterious, seeming like guardians of another world. The chill of the mountains contrasted sharply with the slumberous luxuriance and color of the plains.
Miles of gra.s.s, its green but slightly dulled with a thin covering of alkali dust, spread over the plain; here and there a grove of trees rose, it seemed, to break the monotony of s.p.a.ce. To the right the river doubled sharply, the farther bank fringed with alder and aspen, their tall stalks nodding above the nondescript river weeds; the near bank a continuing wall of painted b.u.t.tes--red, picturesque, ragged, thrusting upward and outward over the waters of the river. On the left was a stretch of broken country.
Mammoth boulders were strewn here; weird rocks arose in inconceivably grotesque formations; lava beds, dull and gray, circled the bald k.n.o.bs of some low hills. Above it all swam the sun, filling the world with a clear, white light. It made a picture whose beauty might have impressed the most unresponsive. Yet, though Sheila was looking upon the picture, her thoughts were dwelling upon another.
This other picture was not so beautiful, and a vague unrest gripped Sheila's heart as she reviewed it, carefully going over each gloomy detail. It was framed in the rain and the darkness of a yesterday. There was a small clearing there--a clearing in a dense wood beside a river--the same river which she could have seen below her now, had she looked. In the foreground was a cabin. She entered the cabin and stood beside a table upon which burned a candle. A man stood beside the table also--a reckless-eyed man, holding a heavy revolver. Another man stood there, too--a man of G.o.d. While Sheila watched the man's lips opened; she could hear the words that came through them--she would never forget them:
"To have and to hold from this day forth ... till death do you part...."
It was not a dream, it was the picture of an actual occurrence. She saw every detail of it. She could hear her own protests, her threats, her pleadings; she lived over again her terror as she had crouched in the bunk until the dawn.
The man had not molested her, had not even spoken to her after the ceremony; had ignored her entirely. When the dawn came she had heard him talking to the parson, but could not catch their words. Later she had mounted her pony and had ridden away through the suns.h.i.+ne of the morning.
She had been married--it was her wedding day.
When she had reached the crest of a long rise after her departure from the cabin she had halted her pony to look back, hoping that it all might have been a dream. But it had not been a dream. There was the dense wood, the clearing, and the cabin. Beside them was the river. And there, riding slowly away over the narrow trail which she had traveled the night before, was the parson--she could see his gray beard in the white sunlight. Dry eyed, she had turned from the scene. A little later, turning again, she saw the parson fade into the horizon. That, she knew, was the last she would ever see of him. He had gone out of her life forever--the desert had swallowed him up.
But the picture was still vivid; she had seen it during every waking moment of the month that she had been at the Double R ranch; it was before her every night in her dreams. It would not fade.
She knew that the other picture was beautiful--the picture of this world into which she had ridden so confidently, yet she was afraid to dwell upon it for fear that its beauty would seem to mock her. For had not nature conspired against her? Yet she knew that she alone was to blame--she, obstinate, willful, heedless. Had not her father warned her? "Wait," he had said, and the words flamed before her eyes--"wait until I go. Wait a month. The West is a new country; anything, everything, can happen to you out there--alone."
"Nothing can happen," had been her reply. "I will go straight from Lazette to the Double R. See that you telegraph instructions to Duncan to meet me.
It will be a change; I am tired of the East and impatient to be away from it."
Well, she had found a change. What would her father say when he heard of it--of her marriage to a cowboy, an unprincipled scoundrel? What could he say? The marriage could be annulled, of course! it was not legal, could not be legal. No law could be drawn which would recognize a marriage of that character, and she knew that she had only to tell her father to have the machinery of the law set in motion. Could she tell him? Could she bear his reproaches, his pity, after her heedlessness?
What would her friends say when they heard of it--as they must hear if she went to the law for redress? Her friends in the East whose good wishes, whose respect, she desired? Mockers there would be among them, she was certain; there were mockers everywhere, and she feared their taunts, the shafts of sarcasm that would be launched at her--aye, that would strike her--when they heard that she had pa.s.sed a night in a lone cabin with a strange cowboy--had been married to him!
A month had pa.s.sed since the afternoon on which she had ridden up to the porch of the Double R ranchhouse to be greeted by Duncan with the information that he had that morning received a telegram from her father announcing her coming. It had been brought from Lazette by a puncher who had gone there for the mail, and Duncan was at that moment preparing to drive to Lazette to meet her, under the impression that she would arrive that day. There had been a mistake, of course, but what did it matter now?
The damage had been wrought and she closed her lips. A month had pa.s.sed and she had not told--she would never tell.
Conversations she had had with Duncan; he seemed a gentleman, living at the Double R ranchhouse with his sister, but in no conversation with anyone had Sheila even mentioned Dakota's name, fearing that something in her manner might betray her secret. To everyone but herself the picture of her adventure that night on the trail must remain invisible.
She looked furtively at Duncan, stretched out beside her on the gra.s.s.
What would he say if he knew? He would not be pleased, she was certain, for during the month that she had been at the Double R--riding out almost daily with him--he had forced her to see that he had taken a liking to her--more, she herself had observed the telltale signs of something deeper than mere liking.
She had not encouraged this, of course, for she was not certain that she liked Duncan, though he had treated her well--almost too well, in fact, for she had at times felt a certain reluctance in accepting his little attentions--such personal service as kept him almost constantly at her side. His manner, too, was ingratiating; he smiled too much to suit her; his presumption of proprietors.h.i.+p over her irritated her not a little.
As she sat beside him on the gra.s.s she found herself studying him, as she had done many times when he had not been conscious of her gaze.
He was thirty-two,--he had told her so himself in a burst of confidence--though she believed him to be much older. The sprinkling of gray hair at his temples had caused her to place his age at thirty-seven or eight. Besides, there were the lines of his face--the set lines of character--indicating established habits of thought which would not show so deeply in a younger face. His mouth, she thought, was a trifle weak, yet not exactly weak either, but full-lipped and sensual, with little curves at the corners which, she was sure, indicated either vindictiveness or cruelty, perhaps both.
Taken altogether his was not a face to trust fully; its owner might be too easily guided by selfish considerations. Duncan liked to talk about himself; he had been talking about himself all the time that Sheila had sat beside him reviewing the mental picture. But apparently he had about exhausted that subject now, and presently he looked up at her, his eyes narrowing quizzically.
"You have been here a month now," he said. "How do you like the country?"
"I like it," she returned.
She was looking now at the other picture, watching the s.h.i.+mmer of the sun on the distant mountain peaks.
"It improves," he said, "on acquaintance--like the people." He flashed a smile at her, showing his teeth.
"I haven't seen very many people," she returned, not looking at him, but determined to ignore the personal allusion, to which, plainly, he had meant to guide her.
"But those that you have seen?" he persisted.
"I have formed no opinions."
She _had_ formed an opinion, though, a conclusive one--concerning Dakota.
But she had no idea of communicating it to Duncan. Until now, strangely enough, she had had no curiosity concerning him. Bitter hatred and resentment had been so active in her brain that the latter had held no place for curiosity. Or at least, if it had been there, it had been a subconscious emotion, entirely overshadowed by bitterness. Of late, though her resentment toward Dakota had not abated, she had been able to review the incident of her marriage to him with more composure, and therefore a growing curiosity toward the man seemed perfectly justifiable. Curiosity moved her now as she smiled deliberately at Duncan.
"I have seen no one except your sister, a few cowboys, and yourself. I haven't paid much attention to the cowboys, I like your sister, and I am not in the habit of telling people to their faces what I think of them.
The country does not appear to be densely populated. Are there no other ranches around here--no other cattlemen?"
"The Double R ranch covers an area of one hundred and sixty square miles,"
said Duncan. "The ranchhouse is right near the center of it. For about twenty miles in every direction you won't find anybody but Double R men.
There are line-camps, of course--dugouts where the men hang out over night sometimes--but that's all. To my knowledge there are only two men with shacks around here, and they're mostly of no account. One of them is Doubler--Ben Doubler--who hangs out near Two Forks, and the other is a fellow who calls himself Dakota, who's got a shack about twenty miles down the Ute, a little off the Lazette trail."
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