the Light Of Western Stars (1992) (13 page)

All the while this ceaseless activity was going on there was a strange uproar-bawl and bellow, the shock of heavy bodies meeting and falling, the shrill jabbering of the vaqueros, and the shouts and banterings of the cowboys
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They took sharp orders and replied in jest
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They went about this stern toil as if it were a game to be played in good humor
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One sang a rollicking song, another whistled, another smoked a cigarette
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The sun was hot, and they, like their horses, were dripping with sweat
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The characteristic red faces had taken on so much dust that cowboys could not be distinguished from vaqueros except by the difference in dress
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Blood was not wanting on tireless hands
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The air was thick, oppressive, rank with the smell of cattle and of burning hide
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Madeline began to sicken
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She choked with dust, was almost stifled by the odor
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But that made her all the more determined to stay there
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Florence urged her to come away, or at least move back out of the worst of it
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Stillwell seconded Florence
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Madeline, however, smilingly refused
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Then her brother said: "Here, this is making you sick
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You're pale
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" And she replied that she intended to stay until the day's work ended
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Al gave her a strange look, and made no more comment
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The kindly Stillwell then began to talk
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"Miss Majesty, you're seein' the life of the cattleman an, cowboy-the real thing-same as it was in the early days
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The ranchers in Texas an' some in Arizona hev took on style, new-fangled idees thet are good, an' I wish we could follow them
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But we've got to stick to the old-fashioned, open-range round-tip
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It looks cruel to you, I can see thet
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Wal, mebbe so, mebbe so
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Them Greasers are cruel, thet's certain
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Fer thet matter, I never seen a Greaser who wasn't cruel
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But I reckon all the strenuous work you've seen to-day ain't any tougher than most any day of a cowboy's life
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Long hours on hossback, poor grub, sleepin' on the ground, lonesome watches, dust an' sun an, wind an' thirst, day in an' day out all the year round-thet's what a cowboy has
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"Look at Nels there
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See, what little hair be has is snow-white
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He's red an' thin an' hard-burned up
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You notice thet hump of his shoulders
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An' his hands, when he gets close-jest take a peep at his hands
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Nels can't pick up a pin
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He can't hardly button his shirt or untie a knot in his rope
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He looks sixty years-an old man
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Wal, Nels 'ain't seen forty
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He's a young man, but he's seen a lifetime fer every year
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Miss Majesty, it was Arizona thet made Nels what he is, the Arizona desert an' the work of a cowman
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He's seen ridin' at Canon Diablo an' the Verdi an' Tonto Basin
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He knows every mile of Aravaipa Valley an' the Pinaleno country
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He's ranged from Tombstone to Douglas
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He hed shot bad white men an' bad Greasers before he was twenty-one
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He's seen some life, Nels has
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My sixty years ain't nothin'; my early days in the Staked Plains an' on the border with Apaches ain't nothin' to what Nels has seen an' lived through
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He's just come to be part of the desert; you might say he's stone an' fire an' silence an' cactus an' force
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He's a man, Miss Majesty, a wonderful man
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Rough he'll seem to you
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Wal, I'll show you pieces of quartz from the mountains back of my ranch an' they're thet rough they'd cut your hands
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But there's pure gold in them
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An' so it is with Nels an' many of these cowboys
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"An' there's Price-Monty Price
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Monty stands fer Montana, where he hails from
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Take a good look at him, Miss Majesty
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He's been hurt, I reckon
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Thet accounts fer him bein' without hoss or rope; an' thet limp
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Wal, he's been ripped a little
.
It's sure rare an seldom thet a cowboy gets foul of one of them thousands of sharp horns; but it does happen
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"

Madeline saw a very short, wizened little man, ludicrously bow-legged, with a face the color and hardness of a burned-out cinder
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He was hobbling by toward the wagon, and one of his short, crooked legs dragged
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"Not much to look at, is he?" went on Stillwell
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"Wal; I know it's natural thet we're all best pleased by good looks in any one, even a man
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It hedn't ought to be thet way
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Monty Price looks like hell
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But appearances are sure deceivin'
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Monty saw years of ridin' along the Missouri bottoms, the big prairies, where there's high grass an' sometimes fires
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In Montana they have blizzards that freeze cattle standin' in their tracks
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An' hosses freeze to death
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They tell me thet a drivin' sleet in the face with the mercury forty below is somethin' to ride against
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You can't get Monty to say much about cold
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All you hev to do is to watch him, how he hunts the sun
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It never gets too hot fer Monty
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Wal, I reckon he was a little more prepossessin' once
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The story thet come to us about Monty is this: He got caught out in a prairie fire an' could hev saved himself easy, but there was a lone ranch right in the line of fire, an' Monty knowed the rancher was away, an' his wife an' baby was home
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He knowed, too, the way the wind was, thet the ranch-house would burn
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It was a long chance he was takin'
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But he went over, put the woman up behind him, wrapped the baby an' his hoss's haid in a wet blanket, an' rode away
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Thet was sure some ride, I've heerd
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But the fire ketched Monty at the last
.
The woman fell an' was lost, an' then his hoss
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An' Monty ran an' walked an' crawled through the fire with thet baby, an' he saved it
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Monty was never much good as a cowboy after thet
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He couldn't hold no jobs
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Wal, he'll have one with me as long as I have a steer left
.
"

VI - A Gift and A Purchase For a week the scene of the round-up lay within riding-distance of the ranch-house, and Madeline passed most of this time in the saddle, watching the strenuous labors of the vaqueros and cowboys
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She overestimated her strength, and more than once had to be lifted from her horse
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Stillwell's pleasure in her attendance gave place to concern
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He tried to persuade her to stay away from the round-up, and Florence grew even more solicitous
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Madeline, however, was not moved by their entreaties
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She grasped only dimly the truth of what it was she was learning-something infinitely more than the rounding up of cattle by cowboys, and she was loath to lose an hour of her opportunity
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Her brother looked out for her as much as his duties permitted; but for several days he never once mentioned her growing fatigue and the strain of excitement, or suggested that she had better go back to the house with Florence
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Many times she felt the drawing power of his keen blue eyes on her face
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And at these moments she sensed more than brotherly regard
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He was watching her, studying her, weighing her, and the conviction was vaguely disturbing
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It was disquieting for Madeline to think that Alfred might have guessed her trouble
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From time to time he brought cowboys to her and introduced them, and laughed and jested, trying to make the ordeal less embarrassing for these men so little used to women
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Before the week was out, however, Alfred found occasion to tell her that it would be wiser for her to let the round-up go on without gracing it further with her presence
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He said it laughingly; nevertheless, he was serious
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And when Madeline turned to him in surprise he said, bluntly:

"I don't like the way Don Carlos follows you around
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Bill's afraid that Nels or Ambrose or one of the cowboys will take a fall out of the Mexican
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They're itching for the chance
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Of course, dear, it's absurd to you, but it's true
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"

Absurd it certainly was, yet it served to show Madeline how intensely occupied she had been with her own feelings, roused by the tumult and toil of the round-up
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She recalled that Don Carlos had been presented to her, and that she had not liked his dark, striking face with its bold, prominent, glittering eyes and sinister lines; and she had not liked his suave, sweet, insinuating voice or his subtle manner, with its slow bows and gestures
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She had thought he looked handsome and dashing on the magnificent black horse
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However, now that Alfred's words made her think, she recalled that wherever she had been in the field the noble horse, with his silver-mounted saddle and his dark rider, had been always in her vicinity
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"Don Carlos has been after Florence for a long time," said Alfred
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"He's not a young man by any means
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He's fifty, Bill says; but you can seldom tell a Mexican's age from his looks
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Don Carlos is well educated and a man we know very little about
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Mexicans of his stamp don't regard women as we white men do
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Now, my dear, beautiful sister from New York, I haven't much use for Don Carlos; but I don't want Nels or Ambrose to make a wild throw with a rope and pull the Don off his horse
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So you had better ride up to the house and stay there
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"

"Alfred, you are joking, teasing me," said Madeline
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"Indeed not," replied Alfred
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"How about it, Flo?"Florence replied that the cowboys would upon the slightest provocation treat Don Carlos with less ceremony and gentleness than a roped steer
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Old Bill Stillwell came up to be importuned by Alfred regarding the conduct of cowboys on occasion, and he not only corroborated the assertion, but added emphasis and evidence of his own
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"An', Miss Majesty," he concluded, "I reckon if Gene Stewart was ridin' fer me, thet grinnin' Greaser would hev hed a bump in the dust before now
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"

Madeline had been wavering between sobriety and laughter until Stillwell's mention of his ideal of cowboy chivalry decided in favor of the laughter
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"I am not convinced, but I surrender," she said
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"You have only some occult motive for driving me away
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I am sure that handsome Don Carlos is being unjustly suspected
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But as I have seen a little of cowboys' singular imagination and gallantry, I am rather inclined to fear their possibilities
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So good-by
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"

Then she rode with Florence up the long, gray slope to the ranch-house
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That night she suffered from excessive weariness, which she attributed more to the strange working of her mind than to riding and sitting her horse
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Morning, however, found her in no disposition to rest
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It was not activity that she craved, or excitement, or pleasure
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An unerring instinct, rising dear from the thronging sensations of the last few days, told her that she had missed something in life
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It could not have been love, for she loved brother, sister, parents, friends; it could not have been consideration for the poor, the unfortunate, the hapless; she had expressed her sympathy for these by giving freely; it could not have been pleasure, culture, travel, society, wealth, position, fame, for these had been hers all her life
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Whatever this something was, she had baffling intimations of it, hopes that faded on the verge of realizations, haunting promises that were unfulfilled
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Whatever it was, it had remained hidden and unknown at home, and here in the West it began to allure and drive her to discovery
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Therefore she could not rest; she wanted to go and see; she was no longer chasing phantoms; it was a hunt for treasure that held aloof, as intangible as the substance of dreams
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