Starlight Riders Boxed-Set 50 Western Classics in One Edition. Ernest Haycox

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СКАЧАТЬ call came again, along the ridge. Advancing toward it, he reached the grade. A question came through the blanket of shadows. "Denver?"

      "Who's that?"

      "It's us—Meems and Wango. We want to see yuh."

      "Then come down here like white men. What's all this hocus- pocus for?"

      "Well," came Meems's solemn answer, "we got a decent respeck fer our hides. We're comin'—but not into the lights. What we got to say is private, is that a go?"

      "All right."

      The two shuffled forward. "You'll keep the source o' this inf'mation to y'self?" insisted Meems.

      "I said I would."

      "Yore word's enough with us. It ain't none of our business, y'unnerstan'? But yore in this fight and it jest didn't seem right holdin' back. Only, don't give us away, and don't ask us to testify. When we're through talkin' we drift. See?"

      "Get it out of your system," grunted Denver.

      "We was just a-leavin' the dance last night when a fella come ridin' outa the dark. We seen him go acrost the bridge and as fur as the schoolhouse. He didn't come back that-away. But when we heard about Steele we jest put one and one together. Mebbe it makes two. Mebbe it was the gent that drawed Steele away from the dance."

      "Who was it?"

      Meems sighed and let the silence stretch out. "I'll speak the name," said he finally, "and yore free to act on it. But yore the only man in God's green footstool I'd do such a thing for. And forget who told yuh."

      "Agreed," said Denver.

      "It was Stinger Dann," muttered Meems; and as soon as the name was spoken both men backed off and were lost to sight. Denver heard them ride rapidly away.

      As for himself, he strode to the house at half a run. Niland and Steers both caught the blaze of light on his face and came nearer.

      "I have found the man who pulled Steele away from the dance. It was Dann. Whatever Cal's connection with Redmain, I think he started away from that schoolhouse with the idea of protecting my stock. Remember, he was shot on my range—and Redmain's men were there. Trying to protect me from that bunch of killers."

      "I don't believe he'd have no truck with Dann or—" Steve started to say, half-heartedly. But Niland broke in.

      "There's part of the story. No matter how far into Redmain's scheme he might have been, he'd still stick up for you or the rest of us. Dammit, Dave, Redmain must have hooked him into this dirty mess!"

      "If I didn't think so," was Denver's sober reply, "I wouldn't be riding now."

      "Be doggone careful," grunted Steve Steers. "I hate this business of me laggin' behind."

      Denver was already on the gelding. He ran up the hillside to the trail, went a few hundred yards along its familiar course, and abruptly switched to a dim side trace. The ground buckled up from ravine to ravine, and the dim stars gave him no sight. Nevertheless, he pressed the gelding on, suddenly fell into the Sundown-Ysabel Junction road, and settled to a long run. Down the hairpin turns with steel flashing on gravel; over the Sweet Creek bridge, on along the level stretch that led around to Starlight and thence to the open prairie. Short of Starlight a mile he veered to the right and went with equal rapidity through massed pines. Then the gloom was broken by the wink of a ranch light, and he rode up to Leverage's gate. The wheeze of the hinges was like an alarm. Nearing the porch, he was challenged by an invisible guard.

      "Who's that?"

      "Denver. Where is Jake?"

      "You tell me and I'll tell you."

      "Can you reach him?"

      "Sorry."

      The front door of the house opened. Eve stood framed in the glowing yellow rectangle. "That you, David? Come in."

      Denver stepped to the porch. "I reckon I haven't time. I'm tryin' to find your dad." He heard the intake of her breath. "Is it important?"

      "Eve," called the unseen guard gruffly, "you shouldn't stand in the light."

      Dave drew her out, shut the door. "I consider it important."

      She dropped her voice. "He left here before supper—alone. I think he's riding beyond the Henry trail with the vigilantes. That's all I know."

      Once more the guard's cautioning words cut in. "Yuh shouldn't peddle no inf'mation to nobody, Eve. How do we know?"

      But Eve had a temper of her own. "Clyde, will you hush! You're covering too much territory."

      "Maybe I'll pick up his tracks," said Denver. "I'm headin' that way."

      "David—there's something in the wind tonight?"

      "Maybe," said Denver.

      Her hand rested light as thistledown on his shoulder. "Oh, David, if I were only a man! Not to shoot and destroy, but just to be along. Anything is better than this uncertainty."

      "Don't worry. Your dad's got a big bunch with him."

      "Do you think he is the only one I worry about?" asked the girl softly.

      "Bless you for that," muttered Denver. "I've always been a hand to think I did very well ridin' the single trail. But when you say somethin' real comfortin' like that to me it's mighty pleasant. It sticks with me a long time. I guess a man never realizes what loneliness is—"

      He bit off the rest of it and turned away. "No time to lose now. Don't worry."

      "You should never ride by yourself after dark," said Eve.

      He was in the saddle. "If your dad comes back very soon tell him Redmain's been located in a high meadow due east of here about seven miles. Tell him to watch out for a trap. Redmain never strikes direct. He's too tricky for that."

      "And yourself, Dave?"

      "I was told today," he said morosely, "that I was as much of a savage as Redmain. I reckon I'll be all right. So-long till I see you."

      "So-long, David."

      He cut around the house, and fell in with the western trail. A few rods from Leverage's it began to warp with the rising slope. The cleared meadows fell off, and he was riding once again in the abysmal shades of the forest. And around ten o'clock of the night he reached the Henry trail, feeling the presence of a man about him. Quietly he let a phrase fall into the utter silence.

      "All right."

      "Denver?" questioned a husky voice.

      "Yeah. Who is it?"

      "Hank Munn."

      "Which way?"

      "Still up yonder to the west. We better drift."

      "Lead off."

      Munn came out of the trees, rode across the Henry trail and proceeded due west, Denver following. СКАЧАТЬ