The Rider of Golden Bar

  CHAPTER THREE

  WHAT SALLY JANE THOUGHT

  "Careless child," observed Bill Wingo, coming up on the porch whereSally Jane lay in the hammock. "You dropped your hat in the draw. Ifound it this morning. Here it is. Don't move, sweet one. Of course,if you asked me to sit down or didn't ask me I would, and if you feltlike rustling some coffee and cake, or lemonade and doughnuts, or evenjust a piece of pie with a bite of cheese on the side--just a bite, notover half a pound, I don't like cheese much--I wouldn't stop you."

  "Stop calling me 'sweet one,'" Miss Prescott said crossly. "I'm notyour sweet one, or anybody else's sweet one, and I'll get you somethingto fill your fat stomach, you lazy loafer, when I get good and ready.Not before."

  "Well, all right," he murmured resignedly, settling down on the stoutpine rail of the porch and fanning himself with his hat. "But I loveyou just the same. What's that? Did I hear you curse or something?"

  "Something. I only said damn because you make me sick. Love, love,love, morning, noon and night! Don't men ever think of anything else?"

  "Not when you're around," he told her.

  "Oh, it's the very devil," admitted Sally Jane, rubbing her red mouthwith a reflective forefinger. "Am I so alluring?"

  "Who has been kissing you now?" he asked idly and wondered why her faceshould flame at the word. Wondered--because everybody knew Sally Jane.

  On her part she wondered if he had seen what had passed in the draw theday before, then decided instantly that he had not, else his mannertoward her would have been decidedly different.

  "You haven't answered my question?" he persisted, still idly.

  "Does it need one?"

  "Well, no, not yet, anyway. When you're engaged to me, I'll know who'skissing you."

  "Don't be disgusting."

  "No disgusting about it. I'll probably hug you, too."

  "What dismal beasts men are," she said, with a mock shiver, havingregained control of her jumpy nerves. "I suppose you'd enjoy having mesit on your knee."

  "I would indeed," he told her warmly. "I think that chair there wouldhold the two of us if we sat quiet--fairly quiet."

  It was at this juncture that her father, Sam Prescott, came out on theporch.

  "Howdy, young Bill," said Sam. He invariably prefixed the adjective toBill's name. Why, no one knew. It was doubtful if he knew himself.

  "'Lo, Sam," said young Bill.

  "Sam," said Sally Jane from the hammock, "s'pose now a man tried to hugyou, and kiss you and make you sit on his knee, what would you do?"

  "If I was you, you mean?" inquired Sam judicially. Middle-aged thoughhe was, he never ceased to experience a pleasurable thrill when hisdaughter called him "Sam." It reminded him so much of her mother. "IfI was you," he went on, without waiting for an answer, "and the fellerwhich tried to make me do all those things was young Bill here, I'd do'em. I really believe he likes you, Sally Jane."

  "You think so, do you?" sighed Sally Jane, smoothing her frock downover her ankles. "You too, Samuel? What chance has a poor girlgot--without a club?"

  "I told her if she married me," spoke up Bill, "she could have jam onSundays and butter the rest of the week."

  "There, you see, Sally Jane!" said Sam Prescott. "He'll be good andgenerous. And if you asked him for a new dress now and then, or a pairof shoes, I'll bet he wouldn't say no."

  Sally Jane stubbornly shook her copper-colored head of hair. "Samuel,"said she, "you're the only man I ever loved. Bill's all right in hisfutile, thumb-handed way, but he's not my Sam. Now don't forget thatone drink is enough for a plumpish man with a beautiful daughter, andthat I want you to bring back a dozen cans of baking-powder, a dozenbars of May Rose soap, three dozen boxes of matches, four sacks offlour, sack of salt, sixty pounds of sugar, two papers of pins, fourspools of number forty cotton and a pail of chocolate creams. Be sureand take the cover off and see it's a full pail, and if Nate tries topalm off any stale stuff or hard candy on you, why just throw it in hisface and tell him I'll come in and complain in person my next trip."

  "My Lord, Sally Jane," Sam exclaimed helplessly, "I can't remember allthat!"

  "I know you can't," said Sally Jane calmly. "I've merely beenimpressing it on you that there's a lot of errands for you to do.You'll find a carefully written list of everything I want stuck in thecoil of the tie-rope under the seat of the buck-board. You can't missit when you go to tie the team."

  "And Sam," she added, raising her voice to a shout, for her father hadalready departed corralward, "be back by seven. I'm gonna make a lemonpie."

  Her father waved a comprehending hand and disappeared behind theblacksmith shop.

  "You see," said Billy Wingo, with a smirk of self-satisfaction, "themale parent approves. The last obstacle is removed. Be a sport. Takea chance. You might go farther and fare worse."

  "I doubt it, William. Not that you aren't a nice boy and all that sortof thing. However, tell sister why you seek her company this morning?"

  "Oh, yes, of course, sister not being a good excuse for coming, I didanother reason. I have a fresh bale of news for her li'l pink ear.Last night I was approached--" He paused dramatically.

  "How much did he try to borrow?" Sally Jane inquired indifferently.

  "Nothing like that, sweet one. The political steersmen of our faircounty rode out to my place last night and----"

  "What did the old thief want?" Sally Jane brutally wished to know.

  "_Steersmen_, beloved. There were two of him, and you do both oldgentlemen an injustice. They----"

  "So Tip came with Rafe, did he? And you mean to tell me you didn'teven miss your watch after they'd gone? You didn't? They must besick, the pair of them. What did they do?"

  "Offered me the nomination for sheriff!"

  Sally Jane sat up abruptly, stuck her finger in her mouth, then held itup to catch the vagrant breeze.

  "The wind's still in the west," she said, making her eyes round assaucers. "And you are still sitting there as large as life, and I'mhere alive and in my right mind!" Here she pinched her forearm. "Thathurt," she added. "I really am not dreaming. They want you forsheriff, huh?"

  "Don't 'huh' at me, Sally Jane. It ain't being done by the best peopleno more. And they want me for sheriff, really."

  "I wonder just how much of that really is real?"

  He wrinkled his forehead at her. "Sometimes, Sally Jane, you talk mostawful puzzling."

  "Those two old rascals!" she cried.

  "Don't you think their intentions are honorable?"

  Sally Jane's laughter was sardonic.

  "Are they trying to fool me, or what?" he persisted.

  "I don't know whether they're trying to fool you or not," was thereply, "but they're trying to fool somebody, that's a cinch."

  "Do you know now, Sally Jane, I was thinking something like thatmyself."

  She looked at him with a gleam of respect in her eyes. "I wonder ifyou really have a brain after all, William. Occasionally you give outa spark that leads one to believe that there may be a trace ofreasoning power underneath your waving hair. What makes you think theyhave an ulterior motive?"

  "Humanly speaking, I dunno why; but I do."

  "Instinct is the white woman's burden, boy. You'd better leave italone. But it doesn't take any instinct to tell me that there's a manand brother hiding in the cord-wood. To find the dark-huedgentleman--that is the question."

  "Why take the trouble?"

  "Why? Listen to the man! Why? So you'll know what you're up against,that's why."

  "But I'm not up against anything," he objected mildly. "I told 'em Ididn't want the job."

  "What?"

  He rubbed an outraged ear. "No need to deafen me," said he.

  "Deafen you?" she cried. "I could take a club to you, you fat-head!The opportunity of a lifetime and you turn it down! Oh! I couldshriek my head off with rage! I never was so hopping in my life! Thefirst time an honest man is offered a
political job in this county, forthe honest man to turn up his nose, is----" Words failed her. Shealmost choked.

  "So-o, so-o," he soothed. "Don't get so excited. Remember we areyoung but once, and every outburst brings us nearer the grave. Ihadn't reached the end of my tale when you blew up and hit the ceiling.Lemme finish, that's a good child. I told 'em I didn't want the job,but they wouldn't take 'no' for an answer. They said for me to thinkit over, and they'd be back in a couple of days and take it up with meagain."

  "Bill," said Sally Jane, leaning forward, her violet eyes shining, "I'mserious."

  "I'll try to believe it," he said, regarding her with admiration. "Butjust this minute you look like the most unserious thing I ever saw--andthe most beautiful. Listen, Sally Jane, I wish you'd do as I ask you.Close your eyes and plunge right in. We'd be as happy as two pups in abasket. Sign on the dotted line and leave the rest to me."

  Which nonsense she quite properly disregarded utterly. "Bill, I wantyou to take that nomination."

  "But why, Sally Jane? I don't wanna be sheriff."

  "Suppose I want you to?"

  "But why should you want me to?"

  "Isn't it enough that I ask it?"

  "You flirt! You're utterly shameless! You know you can twist me allround your li'l pink finger like a piece of string. You know I'm foolenough to do anything you ask, and----"

  "Well then, good fool," she smiled her interruption, "it's all settled.You accept the nomination, and if you don't make things hum afteryou're elected, you're not the man I take you for."

  Bill slipped right off the porch rail and sat down limply on the floor.His eye-balls rolled up. His hand fluttered over his heart. Hebreathed with difficulty. "At last," he muttered. "Accepted! Theshock will be the death of me! Water! Water! With a little whiskystirred in. Just a little. Not more than four or five fingers, orperhaps six. No sugar."

  He got to his feet slowly and reseated himself on the rail. "You won'tgo back on your word, Sally Jane," he told her soberly.

  "I can do lots of things you never heard of," said she. "But makingtwo meanings grow where only one grew before is not one of them."

  "Joking aside," he said, "will you marry me if I take this sheriff job?"

  "Joking aside," said she, "would you want me for a reason like that?"

  "Well, no," he admitted frankly. "I'd want you to love me a lot."

  "I'd make a pretty worthless wife otherwise. Honestly, Bill, I likeyou a great deal, but there's something lacking. And when there'ssomething lacking, there's nothing to be done. Love is the greatestthing in the world, Bill. It's what makes life worth living. And youmustn't cheat it. If you do, you might better never have been born."

  He nodded. Try as he might, he was unable to feel very badly. Hedecided to give it up as a hopeless job.

  "I see," he said gravely. "Sometimes, Sally Jane, I get an idea thatmaybe you and me won't marry each other, after all. But no matter whathappens, I'll always be a brother to you. You can count on me."

  He arose and made her a flourishing bow.

  "That," said Sally Jane, with her bright smile, "takes a load off myheart. As a sister, I know I'd fill every requirement. Be a goodbrother now, and do as I ask. Be a sheriff."

  "All right," said Billy Wingo. "I will."