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She did not know....
Outside the rain drummed and the cottonwoods, now in full leaf, sighed as the wind bowed their water weighted branches. She went to the window and looked out, searching the darkness for movement. There was none but he was not far away she knew....
Her fingers again sought the locket and she lifted it quickly, holding it pressed tightly against her mouth.
"It's all there, locked up in a little gold disc!"
CHAPTER X
A MATTER OF DIRECTION
If d.i.c.k Hilton had not been bewildered by pa.s.sion, jealousy and rage at thwarted desires, he might have known that his horse was not taking the homeward way, and had the horse not been bred and raised by one of Colonel Hunter's mares he might have carried his rider straight back to Ute Crossing.
But he was a canny little beast, he was cold and drenched, the trip to town was long and the range on which he had spent his happy colthood was not far off. Horses know riders before riders know horses so, as he went through the gate, he slyly tried out this rider and instead of swinging to the right he bore to the left. He went tentatively through the pitch darkness, one ear c.o.c.ked backward at first but when Hilton, collar up, hat down, bowed before the storm, gave no evidence of detecting this plan, the beast picked up his rapid walk and took the trail for the nearer, more satisfactory place where many times in the past he had stood out such downpours with no great discomfort under the shelter of a spreading cedar.
And direction was the last thing in d.i.c.k Hilton's mind. For a long interval his thoughts were incoherent and the conflicting emotions they provoked were distressing. Being alone, made physically uncomfortable by the water seeping through his shoulders and breeches, sensing the steady movement of the animal under him, brought some order to his mental chaos and finally realization began to dawn.
Yes, he had followed his strongest impulses; there could be no question about what he had done, but as for its wisdom: Ah, that was another matter, and he cursed himself for a fool, at first mentally, then under his breath and when the horse began mounting a steep incline, clattering over rocks with his unshod hoofs, Hilton halted him and looked about in foolish attempt to make out his whereabouts and said aloud:
"Off the road. That's twice you've made an a.s.s of yourself tonight!"
There was nothing for him to do but go on and trust to the horse. He knew that this was not the highway but consoled himself that it might be a short cut to the Crossing. Small consolation and it was dissipated when they commenced a lurching descent with a wall of rock uncomfortably close to his right, so close that at times his knee scrubbed it smartly. He became alarmed for the horse went cautiously, head low, feeling his way over insecure footing. Once his fore feet slipped and he stopped short while loosened stones rolled before them on the trail and Hilton heard one strike far below to his left, and strike again and again, sounds growing fainter. He peered down into the gloom but could see nothing, hear nothing but the hiss of rain. An empty ache came into his viscera as he imagined the depths that might wait to that side.
After a moment the horse went on, picking his way gingerly.
Somewhere beyond or below he made out a light. It was a feeble glow and its location became a weird thing for lack of perceptive, but it cheered him. He was decidedly uncomfortable and his state of mind added to the physical need of warmth and shelter so he urged the horse on.
Finally they reached a flat and he felt wet brush slapping at his legs as the horse, intent on the light himself, trotted forward.
Their destination was a cabin. The glow finally resolved itself into cracks of light showing between logs and through a tarpaulin which hung across the doorway.
d.i.c.k shouted. Movement inside; the curtain was drawn back and he rode blinking into the light, which he could see came from a fireplace. A woman stood outlined against the flare.
"Who's there?" she asked sharply, and d.i.c.k stopped his horse.
"My name is Hilton," he said, "but that won't do you much good. I'm a stranger and I'm off my way, I guess."
The other did not reply as he dismounted and walked toward her.
"Without a slicker," she said. "Come in."
The first thing he saw inside was movement: A cartridge belt, swinging from a nail. A rifle leaned handily against the door casing.
The girl who had held the curtain back for him to enter let it drop and turned to face him. Hilton drew his breath sharply. Blue-black hair, in a heavy, orderly ma.s.s atop a shapely, high-held head and falling down her straight trim back in one thick plait; brown eyes, ripe red lips, a delicate chin and a throat of exquisite proportions. His gaze traveled down her figure, the natural grace of which could not be concealed by the s.h.i.+rt and riding skirt she wore. She was wholly beautiful.
"Oh, I've seen you before," he said slowly. "You're the girl that demanded respect and got it in the Crossing the other day!"
She eyed him in silence a moment, evidently unaware of the admiration in his tone.
"I never saw you. I ain't been here long," she said, her expression still defiant, as though he had challenged her. She searched his face, his clothing, and back at his face again. "Where was you travelin'
tonight?"
"I was going to the Crossing," he said with a short laugh. "My horse brought me here."
Without comment she walked to the fire and threw on another knot. He watched her movements, the free rhythmic swing of her walk, the easy grace with which her hands and arms moved, the perfect a.s.surance in even her smallest gesture. His eyes kindled.
"Set," she said, indicating a box by the hearth. "You're soaked. Lucky you struck here or you'd made a night of it."
Hilton seated himself, holding his hands toward the fire. He looked about the one room of the cabin. In two corners were beds on the earthen floor, a table made from a packing box contained dishes, Dutch ovens and a frying pan were on the hearth. The roof leaked.
The girl sat eyeing the fire, rather sullenly. He held his gaze on her, watching the play of light over her throat as it threw a velvety sheen on the wind kissed skin. Her s.h.i.+rt was open at the neck and he could see the easy rise and fall of her breast as she breathed. He noticed that her fingers were slender and that her wrists, bronzed by exposure, indicated with all their delicacy, wiry strength. Another thing: She was clean.
Suddenly the girl looked up.
"Think you'd know me again?" she said bruskly, and rather swaggered as she moved.
"I don't think I shall ever forget you," he replied. "I knew I should not the first time I saw you. I shall never forget the way you gave that fellow what he deserved. It was great!"
His manner was kindly, showing no resentment at her belligerence and though her only reply was a sniff he knew that what he had said pleased her.
"I wouldn't want you to think I'm staring at you," he went on. "A man shouldn't be blamed for looking at you closely."
"How's that?"
"You are very beautiful."
She poked at the fire with a stick.
"I reckon that'll be enough of that," she said as she walked back toward the door.
The man smiled and followed her with his eyes, which squinted speculatively.
"You'd better unsaddle that horse," she said. "He'll roll with your kak if you don't."
Hilton looked about the room again.
"Are you alone?" he asked.
She whirled and looked at him with temper. Her hand, perhaps unconsciously, was pressed against the wall near that rifle.
"What if I am?"--sharply.
"Because if you are I shall not unsaddle my horse. I'll have to go on."