The Complete Dan Barry Chronicles (All 4 Westerns in One Edition). Max Brand

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      9. THE PHANTOM RIDER

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      In the daytime the willows along the wide, level river bottom seemed an unnatural growth, for they made a streak of yellow-green across the mountain- desert when all other verdure withered and died. After nightfall they became still more dreary. Even when the air was calm there was apt to be a sound as of wind, for the tenuous, trailing branches brushed lightly together, making a guarded whispering like ghosts.

      In a small clearing among these willows sat Silent and his companions. A fifth member had just arrived at this rendezvous, answered the quiet greeting with a wave of his hand, and was now busy caring for his horse. Bill Kilduff, who had a natural inclination and talent for cookery, raked up the deft dying coals of the fire over which he had cooked the supper, and set about preparing bacon and coffee for the newcomer. The latter came forward, and squatted close to the cook, watching the process with a careful eye. He made a sharp contrast with the rest of the group. From one side his profile showed the face of a good- natured boy, but when he turned his head the flicker of the firelight ran down a scar which gleamed in a jagged semi-circle from his right eyebrow to the corner of his mouth. This whole side of his countenance was drawn by the cut, the mouth stretching to a perpetual grimace. When he spoke it was as if he were attempting secrecy. The rest of the men waited in patience until he finished eating. Then Silent asked: "What news, Jordan?"

      Jordan kept his regretful eyes a moment longer on his empty coffee cup.

      "There ain't a pile to tell," he answered at last. "I suppose you heard about what happened to the man you beat up at Morgan's place the other day?"

      "Who knows that I beat him up?" asked Silent sharply.

      "Nobody," said Jordan, "but when I heard the description of the man that hit Whistling Dan with the chair, I knew it was Jim Silent."

      "What about Barry?" asked Haines, but Jordan still kept his eyes upon the chief.

      "They was sayin' pretty general," he went on, "that you needed that chair, Jim. Is that right?"

      The other three glanced covertly to each other. Silent's hand bunched into a great fist.

      "He went loco. I had to slam him. Was he hurt bad?"

      "The cut on his head wasn't much, but he was left lyin' in the saloon that night, an' the next mornin' old Joe Cumberland, not knowin' that Whistlin' Dan was in there, come down an' touched a match to the old joint. She went up in smoke an' took Dan along."

      No one spoke for a moment. Then Silent cried out: "Then what was that whistlin' I've heard down the road behind us?"

      Bill Kilduff broke into rolling bass laughter, and Hal Purvis chimed in with a squeaking tenor.

      "We told you all along, Jim," said Purvis, as soon as he could control his voice, "that there wasn't any whistlin' behind us. We know you got powerful good hearin', Jim, but we all figger you been makin' somethin' out of nothin'. Am I right, boys?"

      "You sure are," said Kilduff, "I ain't heard a thing."

      Silent rolled his eyes angrily from face to face.

      "I'm kind of sorry the lad got his in the fire. I was hopin' maybe we'd meet agin. There's nothin' I'd rather do than be alone five minutes with Whistlin' Dan."

      His eyes dared any one to smile. The men merely exchanged glances. When he turned away they grinned broadly. Hal Purvis turned and caught Bill Kilduff by the shoulder.

      "Bill," he said excitedly, "if Whistlin' Dan is dead there ain't any master for that dog!"

      "What about him?" growled Kilduff.

      "I'd like to try my hand with him," said Purvis, and he moistened his tight lips. "Did you see the black devil when he snarled at me in front of Morgan's place?"

      "He sure didn't look too pleasant."

      "Right. Maybe if I had him on a chain I could change his manners some, eh?"

      "How?"

      "A whip every day, damn him—a whip every time he showed his teeth at me. No eats till he whined and licked my hand."

      "He'd die first. I know that kind of a dog—or a wolf."

      "Maybe he'd die. Anyway I'd like to try my hand with him. Bill, I'm goin' to get hold of him some of these days if I have to ride a hundred miles an' swim a river!"

      Kilduff grunted.

      "Let the damn wolf be. You c'n have him, I say. What I'm thinkin' about is the hoss. Hal, do you remember the way he settled to his stride when he lighted out after Red Pete?"

      Purvis shrugged his shoulders.

      "You're a fool, Bill. Which no man but Barry could ever ride that hoss. I seen it in his eye. He'd cash in buckin'. He'd fight you like a man."

      Kilduff sighed. A great yearning was in his eyes.

      "Hal," he said softly, "they's some men go around for years an' huntin' for a girl whose picture is in their bean, cached away somewhere. When they see her they jest nacherally goes nutty. Hal, I don't give a damn for women folk, but I've travelled around a long time with a picture of a hoss in my brain, an' Satan is the hoss."

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