The Best Western Novels of William MacLeod Raine. William MacLeod Raine

Чтение книги онлайн.

СКАЧАТЬ with a meaning look from his dark eyes.

      "Supper suits most healthy men so far as I've noticed," she said carelessly, her glance sweeping keenly over him before it passed to the purple shadowings that already edged the mouth of a distant cañon.

      "I'll bet it does when they can sit opposite Phyl Sanderson to eat it."

      She frowned a little, the while he took her in out of half-shut, smoldering eyes, as one does a picture in a gallery. In truth, one might have ridden far to find a living picture more vital and more suggestive of the land that had cradled and reared her.

      His gaze annoyed her, without her quite knowing why. "I wish you wouldn't look at me all the time," she told him with the boyish directness that still occasionally lent a tang to her speech.

      "And if I can't help it?" he laughed.

      "Fiddlesticks! You don't have to say pretty things to me, Brill Healy," she told him.

      "I don't say them because I have to."

      "Then I wish you wouldn't say them at all. There's no sense in it when you've known a girl eighteen years."

      "Known and loved her eighteen years. It's a long time, Phyl."

      Her eyes rained light derision on him. "It would be if it were true. But then one has to forget truth when one is sentimental, I reckon."

      "I'm not sentimental. I tell you I'm in love," he answered.

      "Yes, Brill. With yourself. I've known that a long time, but not quite eighteen years," she mocked.

      "With you," he made answer, and something of sullenness had by this time crept into his voice. "I've got as much right to love you as any one else, haven't I? As much right as that durned waddy, Keller?"

      Fire flashed in her eyes. "If you want to know, I despise you when you talk that way."

      The anger grew in him. "What way? When I say anything against the rustler, do you mean? Think I'm blind? Think I can't see how you're running after him, and making a fool of yourself about him?"

      "How dare you talk that way to me?" she flamed, and gave her surprised pony a sharp stroke with the quirt.

      Five minutes later the bronchos fell again to a walk, and Healy took up the conversation where it had dropped.

      "No use flying out like that, Phyl. I only say what any one can see. Take a look at the facts. You meet up with him making his getaway after he's all but caught rustling. Now, what do you do?"

      "I don't believe he was rustling at all."

      "Course you don't believe it. That proves just what I was saying."

      "Jim doesn't believe it, either."

      "Yeager's opinion don't have any weight with me. I want to tell you right now that the boys are getting mighty leary of Jim. He's getting too thick with that Bear Creek bunch."

      "Brill Healy, I never saw anybody so bigoted and pig-headed as you are," the girl spoke out angrily. "Any one with eyes in his head could see that Jim is as straight as a string. He couldn't be crooked if he tried. Long as you've known him I should think you wouldn't need to be told that."

      "Oh, you say so," he growled sullenly.

      "Everybody says so. Jim Yeager of all men," she scoffed. Then, with a flash of angry eyes at him, "How would you like it if your friends rounded on you? By all accounts, you're not quite a plaster saint. I've heard stories."

      "What about?"

      "Oh, gambling and drinking. What of it? That's your business. One doesn't have to believe all the talk that is flying around." She spoke with a kind of fine scorn, for she was a girl of large generosities.

      "We've all got enemies, I reckon," he said sulkily.

      "You're Phil's friend, and mine, too, of course. I dare say you have your faults like other men, but I don't have to listen to people while they try to poison my mind against you. What's more, I don't."

      She had been agile-minded enough to shift the attack and put him upon the defensive, but now Healy brought the question back to his original point.

      "That's all very well, Phyl, but we weren't talking about me, but about you. When you found this Keller making his escape you buckled in and helped him. You tied up his wound and took him to Yeager's and lied for him to us. That's bad enough, but later you did a heap worse."

      "In saving him from being lynched by you?"

      "Before that you made a fuss about him and had to tie up his wounds. I had a cut on my cheek, but I notice you didn't tie it up!"

      "I'm surprised at you, Brill. I didn't think you were so small; and just because I didn't let a wounded man suffer."

      "You can put it that way if you want to," he laughed unpleasantly.

      Her passion flared again. "You and your insinuations! Who made you the judge over my actions? You talk as if you were my father. If you've got to reform somebody, let it be yourself."

      "I'm the man that is going to be your husband," he said evenly. "That gives me a right."

      "Never! Don't think it," she flung back. "I'd not marry you if you were the last man on earth."

      "You'll see. I'll not let a scoundrel like Keller come between us. No, nor Yeager, either. Nor Buck Weaver himself. I notice he was right attentive before he went home."

      Resentment burned angrily on her cheek. "Anybody else?" she asked quietly.

      "That's all for just now. You're a natural-born flirt, Phyllis. That's what's the matter with you."

      "Thank you, Mr. Healy. You're the only one of my friends that has been so honest with me," she assured him sweetly.

      "I'm the only one of them that is going to marry you. Don't think I'll let Keller butt in. Not on your life."

      Her rage broke bounds. "I never in my life heard of anything so insolent. Never! You'll not let me do this or that. Who are you, Brill Healy?"

      "I've told you. I'm the man that means to marry you," he persisted doggedly.

      "You never will. I'm not thinking of marrying, but when I do I'll not ask for your indorsement. Be sure of that."

      "I'll not stand it! He'd better look out!"

      "Who do you mean?"

      "Keller, that's who I mean. This thing is hanging over his head yet. He's got to come through with proofs he ain't a rustler, or he's got to pull his freight out of the Malpais country."

      "And if he won't?"

      "We'll finish that little business you interrupted," he told her, riding his triumph roughshod over her feelings.

      "You wouldn't, Brill! Not when there is a doubt about it. Jim says he is innocent, and I believe he is. Surely you wouldn't!"

      "You'll СКАЧАТЬ