Essential Western Novels - Volume 4. Max Brand

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      "I'd like to try my hand with one of those some time," said Marvel. "Do you mind if I took a couple of shots with yours? I could put a tin can up over there against that tree."

      "Hop to it if you want to," said Blaine. He took his gun from its holster and handed it to Marvel. "Be careful," he said, "that you don't shoot yourself."

      Marvel took the weapon gingerly, walked over past the chuck wagon, where his bedroll lay and laid the weapon on top of the roll. Then he found an empty can which he placed at the foot of the tree, about twenty yards distant.

      "Two bits says you can't hit it in five shots," said Butts.

      "I'll take that," said Bruce. "I certainly ought to hit it once in five times."

      As he picked the weapon up from his bedroll, it went off prematurely. "Gosh," he said, "I only touched the trigger."

      "I told you to be careful," snapped Cory. "You're lucky you didn't shoot your foot off."

      "I shot a hole in my bed," said Bruce. "I'll pay you for the damage to the blanket though, Blaine, when we get back to the ranch."

      "Be careful how you handle it now and don't aim it this way," cautioned Cory.

      "There's five shots left," said Butts. "See if you can hit the can once."

      The rest of the party had moved forward now, and all were watching interestedly. Birdie Talbot offered to bet a dollar on Bruce's marksmanship.

      "Want to bet, Cory?" she asked.

      Blaine was watching Marvel through narrowed lids. "No," he said. Perhaps he was recalling the man's unexpectedly developed horsemanship.

      "I'll take a dollar's worth," said her husband.

      "That's right," said Dora. "Keep it in the family."

      Marvel took careful aim and fired.

      "Miss number one," gloated Butts.

      "He is not familiar with that gun," said Kay.

      "Nor no other," said Butts.

      Marvel shot again four times, scoring four clean misses.

      "He didn't even hit the tree," chortled Butts, happily.

      "I wasn't shooting at the tree," said Marvel. "I was shooting at the can. Here's your two bits, Butts." Then he handed the weapon back to Blaine. "I guess it must take a lot of practice," he said.

      "Well," said Birdie Talbot, disgustedly, "I don't see how anybody could miss that can five times in succession."

      "I didn't either," said Marvel.

      "Come on, Birdie, pay up," said her husband, "and don't be a poor loser."

      "Try and collect," said Mrs. Talbot.

      "That's what you get for betting with your wife," laughed Dora Crowell.

      Talbot laughed. "I win anyway," he said, "for if anyone else had taken her up, I would have had to pay."

      Marvel had unrolled his blankets and was looking at them ruefully. "Why here is the bullet," he exclaimed. "It didn't go all the way through. I'll have to keep it as a reminder of my marksmanship;" and he slipped it into his pocket.

      After supper that night, Marvel strolled over to Bryam's camp, where the hunter was sitting upon his doorstep, puffing on his pipe. Bryam had shown no desire to associate with the members of the hunting party; nor was there anything about his manner to invite friendly advances, but Marvel seemed unabashed by the surly expression upon the man's face.

      "Good evening," he said.

      Bryam grunted.

      "It must get lonesome up here alone," observed Marvel.

      "Must it?"

      "What do you do to pass away the time?" persisted the younger man.

      "It takes about all of my time minding my own business," growled Bryam.

      Apparently unaffected by these rebuffs, Marvel seated himself upon the doorstep at the hunter's side. In the silence that followed Bryam puffed intermittently at his pipe, while Marvel bent his eyes upon the ground in thought.

      Hi Bryam, he concluded, was a peculiar man, certainly hard to get acquainted with; and he saw that he was peculiar physically, too, as he noted the size of the man's boots. Surreptitiously he placed his own beside one of them. There was fully an inch and a half difference between them in length.

      "Many lion up here?" asked Marvel presently.

      "Not as many as there was this morning," said Bryam.

      There followed a considerable silence. "It must be quiet up here nights," suggested Marvel.

      "It is when there aint some damn fool shooting off his face," replied the hunter.

      Again there was a long silence. "You got a nice cabin," said Marvel.

      "Have I?"

      Marvel rose. "You mind if I look in it?" he said. "I'd like to see the inside of a hunter's cabin."

      Bryam rose and stood in the doorway. "There aint nuthin' in here to interest you," he said. "You better run along to bed now."

      "Well, may be you're right," said Marvel. "Good night, and thank you for the pleasant evening."

      Bryam made no reply, and Marvel walked back to the campfire where the other members of the party were gathered. "We were just wondering where you were," said Birdie Talbot.

      "Thought you'd wandered off and lost yourself," said Butts.

      "No, I was just calling on Mr. Bryam," said Marvel.

      "I hope you enjoyed your visit," said Blaine.

      "Very much indeed," replied Marvel.

      "Bryam must have changed then," said Butts. "He wouldn't aim to entertain no tenderfoot if he knew it. He aint got much use for 'em."

      "He didn't know it," said Marvel. He moved off toward his blankets. "Good night, folks," he said. "I'm going to turn in."

      "I just naturally don't like that fellow," said Butts, when Marvel was out of earshot.

      "Then keep it to yourself," snapped Blaine, rising. "I think you'd all better turn in if we want to get an early start in the morning."

      When the others had retired to their tents and blankets, Blaine and Butts made their way to Bryam's cabin, the interior of which was faintly lighted by a single oil lamp standing upon a rough table where Bryam was playing solitaire with a deck of greasy cards.

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