The Fighting Edge. William MacLeod Raine
laughter and the golden harmony of the hills. Joy and life were stricken out of her.
He had heard. He had seen. A poignant shame enveloped and scorched the girl’s body. She was a wild thing who lived within herself. It was easy to put her in the wrong. She felt the mortification of one who has been caught in some indecent exhibition.
The humiliation was at first for the song and dance. Not till another moment did she think of the bare legs rising out of the soapsuds. His smouldering gaze brought them to mind.
Instantly she leaped from the tub, shook down the skirts, snatched up shoes and stockings, and fled barefooted to the house. A brogan dropped a few steps from the start. She stopped, as though to pick it up. But Houck was following. The girl turned and ran like a deer.
Houck retrieved the brogan and followed slowly. He smiled. His close-set eyes were gleaming. This was an adventure just to his taste.
The door of the cabin was bolted. He knocked.
“Here’s yore shoe, sweetheart,” he called.
No answer came. He tried the back door. It, too, had the bolt driven home.
“All right. If it ain’t yore shoe I’ll take it along with me. So long.”
He walked away and waited in the bushes. His expectation was that this might draw her from cover. It did not.
Half an hour later Tolliver rode across the mesa. He found Houck waiting for him at the entrance to the corral. Pete nodded a rather surly greeting. He could not afford to quarrel with the man, but he was one of the last persons in the world he wanted to see.
“ ’Lo, Jake,” he said. “Back again, eh?”
“Yep. Finished my business. I got to have a talk with you, Pete.”
Tolliver slid a troubled gaze at him. What did Jake want? Was it money—hush money? The trapper did not have fifty dollars to his name, nor for that matter twenty.
“ ’S all right, Jake. If there’s anything I can do for you—why, all you got to do’s to let me know,” he said uneasily.
Houck laughed, derisively. “Sure. I know how fond you are of me, Pete. You’re plumb glad to see me again, ain’t you? Jes’ a-honin’ to talk over old times, I’ll bet.”
“I’d as lief forget them days, Jake,” Tolliver confessed. “I done turned over another chapter, as you might say. No need rakin’ them up, looks like.”
The big man’s grin mocked him. “Tha’s up to you, Pete. Me, I aim to be reasonable. I ain’t throwin’ off on my friends. All I want’s to make sure they are my friends. Pete, I’ve took a fancy to yore June. I reckon I’ll fix it up an’ marry her.”
His cold eyes bored into Tolliver. They held the man’s startled, wavering gaze fixed.
“Why, Jake, you’re old enough to be her father,” he presently faltered.
“Maybe I am. But if there’s a better man anywheres about I’d like to meet up with him an’ have him show me. I ain’t but forty-two, Pete, an’ I can whip my weight in wild cats.”
The father’s heart sank. He knew Houck. The man would get by hook or crook what he wanted. He could even foretell what his next move would be.
“She’s only a kid, Jake, not thinkin’ none about gettin’ married. In a year or two, maybe—”
“I’m talkin’ about now, Pete—this week.”
Tolliver wriggled, like a trout on the hook. “What does she say? You spoke of it to her?”
“Sure. She’ll like it fine when she gets her mind used to it. I know how to handle women, Pete. I’m mentionin’ this to you because I want you to use yore influence. See?”
Pete saw, too well. He moistened his lips with the tip of the tongue. “Why, I don’t reckon I could very well do that. A girl’s got to make up her own mind. She’s too young to be figurin’ on marryin’. Better give her time.”
“No.” Houck flung the word out like an oath. “Now. Right away.”
The trapper’s voice took on a plaintive note, almost a whine. “You was sayin’ yoreself, Jake, that she’d have to get used to it. Looks like it wouldn’t be good to rush—”
“She can get used to it after we’re married.”
“O’ course I want to do what’s right by my li’l’ June. You do too for that matter. We wouldn’t either one of us do her a meanness.”
“I’m going to marry her,” Houck insisted harshly.
“When a girl loses her mother she’s sure lost her best friend. It’s up to her paw to see she gets a square deal.” There was a quaver of emotion in Tolliver’s voice. “I don’t reckon he can make up to her—”
A sound came from Houck’s throat like a snarl. “Are you tryin’ to tell me that Pete Tolliver’s girl is too good for me? Is that where you’re driftin’?”
“Now don’t you get mad, Jake,” the older man pleaded. “These here are different times. I don’t want my June mixed up with—with them Brown’s Park days an’ all.”
“Meanin’ me?”
“You’re twistin’ my words, Jake,” the father went on, an anxious desire to propitiate frowning out of the wrinkled face. “I ain’t sayin’ a word against you. I’m explainin’ howcome I to feel like I do. Since I—bumped into that accident in the Park—”
Houck’s ill-natured laugh cut the sentence. It was a jangled dissonance without mirth. “What accident?” he jeered.
“Why—when I got into the trouble—”
“You mean when Jas Stuart caught you rustlin’ an’ you murdered him an’ went to the pen. That what you mean?” he demanded loudly.
Tolliver caught his sleeve. “S-sh! She don’t know a thing about it. You recollect I told you that.”
The other nodded, hard eyes gloating over the rancher’s distress. “An’ o’ course she don’t know you broke jail at Cañon City an’ are liable to be dragged back if any one should happen to whisper to the sheriff.”
“Not a thing about all that. I wouldn’t holler it out thataway if I was you, Jake,” Tolliver suggested, glancing nervously toward the house. “Maybe I ought to ’a’ told her, but I never did. Her maw died of it, an’ I jes’ couldn’t make out to tell June. You see yoreself how it would be, Pete. Her a li’l’ trick with nobody but me. I ain’t no great shakes, but at that I’m all she’s got. I figured that ’way off here, under another name, they prob’ly never would find me.”
“Pretty good guess, Pete Purdy.”
“Don’ call me that,” begged Tolliver.
Houck showed his teeth in an evil grin. “I forgot. What I was sayin’ was that nobody knows you’re here but me. Most folks have forgot all about you. You can fix things so ’s to be safe enough.”
“You wouldn’t give me away, Jake. You was in on the rustlin’ too. We was pals. It was jes’ my bad luck I met up with Jas that day. I didn’t begin the shooting. You know that.”
“I ain’t likely to give away my own father-in-law, am I?”
Again the close-set, hard eyes clamped fast to the wavering ones of the tortured outlaw. In them Tolliver read an ultimatum. Notice was being served on him that there was only one way to seal Houck’s lips.
That way he did not want to follow. Pete was a weak father, an ineffective one, wholly unable to give expression to the feeling that at times welled up in him. But June was all