Light of the Western Stars Part 49
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He laid hold of her arm with rude, powerful clutch. One pull drew her sliding half out of the saddle into his arms. She fell with her breast against his, not wholly free of stirrups or horse, and there she hung, utterly powerless. Maddened, writhing, she tore to release herself. All she could accomplish was to twist herself, raise herself high enough to see his face. That almost paralyzed her. Did he mean to kill her? Then he wrapped his arms around her and crushed her tighter, closer to him.
She felt the pound of his heart; her own seemed to have frozen. Then he pressed his burning lips to hers. It was a long, terrible kiss. She felt him shake.
"Oh, Stewart! I--implore--you--let--me--go!" she whispered.
His white face loomed over hers. She closed her eyes. He rained kisses upon her face, but no more upon her mouth. On her closed eyes, her hair, her cheeks, her neck he pressed swift lips--lips that lost their fire and grew cold. Then he released her, and, lifting and righting her in the saddle, he still held her arm to keep her from falling.
For a moment Madeline sat on her horse with shut eyes. She dreaded the light.
"Now you can't say you've never been kissed," Stewart said. His voice seemed a long way off. "But that was coming to you, so be game. Here!"
She felt something hard and cold and metallic thrust into her hand. He made her fingers close over it, hold it. The feel of the thing revived her. She opened her eyes. Stewart had given her his gun. He stood with his broad breast against her knee, and she looked up to see that old mocking smile on his face.
"Go ahead! Throw my gun on me! Be a thoroughbred!"
Madeline did not yet grasp his meaning.
"You can put me down in that quiet place on the hill--beside Monty Price."
Madeline dropped the gun with a shuddering cry of horror. The sense of his words, the memory of Monty, the certainty that she would kill Stewart if she held the gun an instant longer, tortured the self-accusing cry from her.
Stewart stooped to pick up the weapon.
"You might have saved me a h.e.l.l of a lot of trouble," he said, with another flash of the mocking smile. "You're beautiful and sweet and proud, but you're no thoroughbred! Majesty Hammond, adios!"
Stewart leaped for the saddle of his horse, and with the flying mount crashed through the mesquites to disappear.
XXII. The Secret Told
In the shaded seclusion of her room, buried face down deep among the soft cus.h.i.+ons on her couch, Madeline Hammond lay prostrate and quivering under the outrage she had suffered.
The afternoon wore away; twilight fell; night came; and then Madeline rose to sit by the window to let the cool wind blow upon her hot face.
She pa.s.sed through hours of unintelligible shame and impotent rage and futile striving to reason away her defilement.
The train of brightening stars seemed to mock her with their unattainable pa.s.sionless serenity. She had loved them, and now she imagined she hated them and everything connected with this wild, fateful, and abrupt West.
She would go home.
Edith Wayne had been right; the West was no place for Madeline Hammond.
The decision to go home came easily, naturally, she thought, as the result of events. It caused her no mental strife. Indeed, she fancied she felt relief. The great stars, blinking white and cold over the dark crags, looked down upon her, and, as always, after she had watched them for a while they enthralled her. "Under Western stars," she mused, thinking a little scornfully of the romantic destiny they had blazed for her idle sentiment. But they were beautiful; they were speaking; they were mocking; they drew her. "Ah!" she sighed. "It will not be so very easy to leave them, after all."
Madeline closed and darkened the window. She struck a light. It was necessary to tell the anxious servants who knocked that she was well and required nothing. A soft step on the walk outside arrested her. Who was there--Nels or Nick Steele or Stillwell? Who shared the guardians.h.i.+p over her, now that Monty Price was dead and that other--that savage--?
It was monstrous and unfathomable that she regretted him.
The light annoyed her. Complete darkness fitted her strange mood. She retired and tried to compose herself to sleep. Sleep for her was not a matter of will. Her cheeks burned so hotly that she rose to bathe them. Cold water would not alleviate this burn, and then, despairing of forgetfulness, she lay down again with a shameful grat.i.tude for the cloak of night. Stewart's kisses were there, scorching her lips, her closed eyes, her swelling neck. They penetrated deeper and deeper into her blood, into her heart, into her soul--the terrible farewell kisses of a pa.s.sionate, hardened man. Despite his baseness, he had loved her.
Late in the night Madeline fell asleep. In the morning she was pale and languid, but in a mental condition that promised composure.
It was considerably after her regular hour that Madeline repaired to her office. The door was open, and just outside, tipped back in a chair, sat Stillwell.
"Mawnin', Miss Majesty," he said, as he rose to greet her with his usual courtesy. There were signs of trouble in his lined face. Madeline shrank inwardly, fearing his old lamentations about Stewart. Then she saw a dusty, ragged pony in the yard and a little burro drooping under a heavy pack. Both animals bore evidence of long, arduous travel.
"To whom do they belong?" asked Madeline.
"Them critters? Why, Danny Mains," replied Stillwell, with a cough that betrayed embarra.s.sment.
"Danny Mains?" echoed Madeline, wonderingly.
"Wal, I said so."
Stillwell was indeed not himself.
"Is Danny Mains here?" she asked, in sudden curiosity.
The old cattleman nodded gloomily.
"Yep, he's hyar, all right. Sloped in from the hills, an' he hollered to see Bonita. He's locoed, too, about that little black-eyed hussy. Why, he hardly said, 'Howdy, Bill,' before he begun to ask wild an' eager questions. I took him in to see Bonita. He's been there more 'n a half-hour now."
Evidently Stillwell's sensitive feelings had been ruffled. Madeline's curiosity changed to blank astonishment, which left her with a thrilling premonition. She caught her breath. A thousand thoughts seemed thronging for clear conception in her mind.
Rapid footsteps with an accompaniment of clinking spurs sounded in the hallway. Then a young man ran out upon the porch. He resembled a cowboy in his lithe build, his garb and action, in the way he wore his gun, but his face, instead of being red, was clear brown tan. His eyes were blue; his hair was light and curly. He was a handsome, frank-faced boy. At sight of Madeline he slammed down his sombrero and, leaping at her, he possessed himself of her hands. His swift violence not only alarmed her, but painfully reminded her of something she wished to forget.
This cowboy bent his head and kissed her hands and wrung them, and when he straightened up he was crying.
"Miss Hammond, she's safe an' almost well, an' what I feared most ain't so, thank G.o.d," he cried. "Sure I'll never be able to pay you for all you've done for her. She's told me how she was dragged down here, how Gene tried to save her, how you spoke up for Gene an' her, too, how Monty at the last throwed his guns. Poor Monty! We were good friends, Monty an' I. But it wasn't friends.h.i.+p for me that made Monty stand in there. He would have saved her, anyway. Monty Price was the whitest man I ever knew. There's Nels an' Nick an' Gene, he's been some friend to me; but Monty Price was--he was grand. He never knew, any more than you or Bill, here, or the boys, what Bonita was to me."
Stillwell's kind and heavy hand fell upon the cowboy's shoulder.
"Danny, what's all this queer gab?" he asked. "An' you're takin' some liberty with Miss Hammond, who never seen you before. Sure I'm makin'
allowance fer amazin' strange talk. I see you're not drinkin'. Mebbe you're plumb locoed. Come, ease up now an' talk sense."
The cowboy's fine, frank face broke into a smile. He dashed the tears from his eyes. Then he laughed. His laugh had a pleasant, boyish ring--a happy ring.
"Bill, old pal, stand bridle down a minute, will you?" Then he bowed to Madeline. "I beg your pardon, Miss Hammond, for seemin' rudeness. I'm Danny Mains. An' Bonita is my wife. I'm so crazy glad she's safe an'
unharmed--so grateful to you that--why, sure it's a wonder I didn't kiss you outright."
"Bonita's your wife!" e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed Stillwell.
"Sure. We've been married for months," replied Danny, happily. "Gene Stewart did it. Good old Gene, he's h.e.l.l on marryin'. I guess maybe I haven't come to pay him up for all he's done for me! You see, I've been in love with Bonita for two years. An' Gene--you know, Bill, what a way Gene has with girls--he was--well, he was tryin' to get Bonita to have me."
Madeline's quick, varying emotions were swallowed up in a boundless gladness. Something dark, deep, heavy, and somber was flooded from her heart. She had a sudden rich sense of grat.i.tude toward this smiling, clean-faced cowboy whose blue eyes flashed through tears.
"Danny Mains!" she said, tremulously and smilingly. "If you are as glad as your news has made me--if you really think I merit such a reward--you may kiss me outright."
With a bashful wonder, but with right hearty will, Danny Mains availed himself of this gracious privilege. Stillwell snorted. The signs of his phenomenal smile were manifest, otherwise Madeline would have thought that snort an indication of furious disapproval.
"Bill, straddle a chair," said Danny. "You've gone back a heap these last few months, frettin' over your bad boys, Danny an' Gene. You'll need support under you while I'm throwin' my yarn. Story of my life, Bill." He placed a chair for Madeline. "Miss Hammond, beggin' your pardon again, I want you to listen, also. You've the face an' eyes of a woman who loves to hear of other people's happiness. Besides, somehow, it's easy for me to talk lookin' at you."
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