CHAPTER VI
A Tangled Web
After fording Sweetwater River several times to throw pursuit off thetrack, Buck McKee and Bud Lane entered an arroyo to rest their mountsand hold council as to their future movements. During the flight bothhad been silent; McKee was busy revolving plans for escape in his mind,and Bud was brooding over the tragic ending of the lawless adventureinto which he had been led by his companion. When McKee callouslyinformed him that the agent had been killed in the encounter, Bud wastoo horrified to speak. A dry sob arose in his throat at the thoughtof his old friend lying dead, all alone, in the station. His firstimpulse was to turn back to Florence and surrender himself to theSheriff. Had this entailed punishment of himself alone, he would havedone it but he still retained a blind loyalty in his associate andprincipal in the crime. Murder, it seemed, was to be expected when onetook the law in his own hands to right an injustice. He didn't clearlyunderstand it. It was his first experience with a killing. Theheartlessness of McKee both awed and horrified him. Evidently thehalf-breed was used to such actions. It appeared to be entirelyjustified in his code. So Bud followed in dull silence the masterfulman who had involved him in the fearful deed.
When they dismounted, however, his pent-up emotion burst forth.
"You said there would be no killing," he gasped, passing his handwearily across his forehead as if to wipe out the memory of the crime.
"Well, what did the old fool pull his gun for?" grumbled McKeepetulantly, as if Terrill was the aggressor in the encounter.
Bud threw himself wearily on the ground.
"I'd give the rest of my life to undo to-day's work," he groaned,speaking more to himself than to his companion.
McKee heard him. His anger began to arise. If Bud weakened detectionwas certain. Flight back to Texas must be started without delay. Ifhe could strengthen the will of the boy either by promise of reward orfear of punishment, the chances of detection would lessen as the dayspassed.
"And that would be about twenty-four hours if you don't keep quiet.Why didn't he put up his hands when I hollered? He starts to wrastleand pull gun, and I had to nail him." McKee shuddered spite of hisbravado.
Pulling himself together with an apparent effort, he continued: "We'llhold the money for a spell--not spend a cent of it till this thingblows over--they'll never get us. Here, we'll divide it."
"Keep it all. I never want to touch a penny of it," said Budearnestly, moving along the ground to place a greater distance betweenhim and the murderer.
"Thanks. But you don't git out of your part of the hold-up that easy.Take your share, or I'll blow it into you," said McKee, pulling hisrevolver.
Bud, with an effort, arose and walked over to Buck. With clenchedfists, in agonized tones, he cried: "Shoot, if you want to. I wishI'd never seen you--you dragged me into this--you made me youraccomplice in a murder."
McKee looked at him in amazement. This phase of human character wasnew to him, trained as he been on the border, where men rarely sufferedremorse and still more rarely displayed it.
"Shucks! I killed him--you didn't have no hand in it," answered Buck."This ain't my first killin'. I guess Buck McKee's pretty well knownin some sections. I took all the chances. I did the killin'. You githalf. Now, brace up and take yer medicine straight."
"But I didn't want to take the money for myself," replied Bud, as if tosoothe his conscience. "Oh! Buck, why didn't you let me alone?" hecontinued, as the thought of his position again overwhelmed him.
Buck gasped at the shifting of the full blame upon his shoulders.
"Well, I'll be darned!" he muttered. "You make me sick, Kid." Hisvoice rose in anger and disgust. "Why, to hear you talk, one wouldthink you was the only one had right feelin's. I'm goin' to take myshare and start a decent life. I'm goin' back to Texas an' open asaloon. You take your half, marry your gal, and settle down righthere. 'Ole Man' Terrill's dead; nothin' will bring him back, an' youmight as well get the good o' the money. It's Slim Hoover's, anyhow.If Jack Payson can marry your brother Dick's gal on Dick's money--ferthere's no hope o' stoppin' that now--you can cut Slim out with Polly,on Slim's salary. Aw, take the money!" and McKee pressed half of thebills into Bud's lax fingers.
The young man's hand closed upon them mechanically. A vague thoughtthat he might some day make restitution conspired with McKee'sinsidious appeal to his hatred and jealousy to induce him to retain theblood-money, and he thrust it within an inside pocket of his loosewaistcoat.
"Now," said McKee, thoroughly satisfied that he had involved Bud in thecrime too deeply for him to confess his share in it, "we'll shakehands, and say 'adios.' Slim Hoover's probably on our track by thistime, but I reckon he'll be some mixed in the trail around the mesa,and give the job up as a bad one when he reaches the river. I'll showup on the Lazy K, where the whole outfit will swear I've been fer twodays, if Hoover picks on me as one of the men he's been follerin'.You're safe. Nobody'd put killin' anybody on to you, let alone yourole frien' Terrill. Why, yuh ain't a man yet, Bud, though I don't it todiscurrudge yuh. You've made a start, an' some day yuh won't think nomore'n me of killin' a feller what stan's in yer way. I shouldn't beso turribly surprised if Jack Payson got what's comin' to him someday.But what have you got there, Bud?" he inquired, as he saw the young manholding a letter he had withdrawn from the pocket into which he had putthe bills.
"Letter I got in Florence yesterday when I was too full to read it,"said Bud. He opened it. "Why, it's from Polly!" he exclaimed, "it'san invite--by God! it's an invite to Jack an' Echo's wedding! It'stoday! That damned scoundrel has hurried the thing up for fear Dickwill get back in time to stop it! Buck McKee, I believe you're right!I could kill Jack Payson with no more pity than I would a rattler orGila monster!"
At this exhibition of hatred by his companion, a new thought flashedsuddenly through the satanic mind of the half-breed. It involved anentire change of his plans, but the devilish daring of the conceptionwas irresistible.
"Say," he broke in, with seeming irrelevance, "don't Payson ride apacin' mare?"
"Yes," answered Bud, "what of it?"
"Oh, nothin'," said McKee; "it jus' struck me as sorter funny. PAYSONand PACIN', don't you see."
Bud was mystified. Had his companion gone daft?
McKee saw instantly that it would be very easy to fix the charge ofmurdering the station-agent upon Payson. The ranchman had evidentlyleft the station a short time before the murder, and had gone straightsouth to the Sweetwater. Unless it had become confused with their owntracks, the trail would be a plain one, owing to the fact that it wasmade by a pacing horse, and the pursuit would undoubtedly follow this.
Payson rode the only pacing horse in the Sweetwater and Bar Oneoutfits, and it was certain to come to light, from Terrill's receipts,that he had been with the agent about the time of the killing. Themotive for the robbery would be evident. Payson was in need of threethousand dollars to pay off the mortgage on his ranch.
McKee said to Bud: "I've changed my mind. I think I'll see a littlefun before I break for Texas. I'll go with you to the weddin'."
"But you ain't got no invite," objected Bud.
"Oh, I reckon they'll take me along on yours. I know too much ferPayson to objeck to me too strenuous."
They rode up to Allen Hacienda shortly after Slim Hoover had arrived.They could hear the merriment of the wedding-guests in the kitchen.Loud laughter was punctuated by the popping of corks, and McKee, whorode in advance of Bud, distinguished the voice of the Sheriff inexpostulation against the general raillery concentrated upon him.
The half-breed grinned wolfishly. It was evident that the bloodhoundof the law had tracked the supposed murderer just as the real criminalhad conjectured and desired.
Polly ran out on the piazza. She saw the man whom she regarded as herlover's evil genius. As he greeted her ingratiatingly: "Howdy, MissPolly," she replied sharply:
"You ain't got no invite to this weddin'."
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"I come with my friend Bud," he explained, with an elaborate bow.
"I didn't see you, Bud," answered Polly slightly mollified, as shecrossed the door-yard to shake hands with her sweetheart. Buck offeredher his hand, but she ignored him. McKee shrugged his shoulders, andstarted for the house.
"Bud, he's some cast down because it's not his weddin'," was McKee'sparting shot at the young couple. "I 'low I'll go in and join theboys. Excuse me."
"With pleasure," coldly replied the girl.
The half-breed ignored the sarcasm and, answering innocently, "Muchobliged," he entered the house.
Polly turned on Bud, displaying her resentment. "You an' him alwayskick up the devil when you're together. What did you bring him alongfer?" she demanded.
"It's his last chance to see any fun around here; he's leavin' forTexas," explained Bud.
"Fer how long?"
"Fer good."
"Fer our good, you mean. There's too many of his kind comin' into thiscountry. Did you hear about 'Ole Man' Terrill?"
Bud did not wait for her to explain, but nervously answered: "They toldus about it in Florence when we were coming through, We've been at theLazy K."
"Wasn't it dreadful?" rattled on Polly. "Slim's here--the boys aregoin' to turn out with him after the weddin' to see if they can ketchthe feller who did the killin'."
Bud paled as he heard the news. To conceal his distress he movedtoward the door. Anywhere to get away from the girl to whom he fearedhe would betray himself. "I'll join 'em," he huskily answered.
Polly, however, could see no reason for his evident haste to leave her.
She felt hurt, but thought his actions were due to her scolding him forbeing with McKee.
"You ain't ever ast me how I look," she inquired, seeking to detain him.
"You look fine," complimented Bud perfunctorily.
"W'en a feller ain't seen a feller in a week, seems like a feller oughtto brace up and start something," replied Polly, in an injured tone.
Bud smiled in spite of his fears. Catching the girl in his arms, hekissed her, and said: "I was a-waitin' for the chance."
Polly disengaged herself from his embrace, and sighed contentedly."That's something like it. What's the use of bein' engaged to a fellerif you can't have all the trimmin's that goes with it. You look as ifyou wasn't too happy."
Bud pulled himself together with an effort. He realized that if he didnot show more interest in the girl and the wedding he might besuspected of connection with the murder.
He trumped up an explanation of his moodiness. "Well, what call have Ito be happy? Ain't I lost my job?"
"Yes, but that's because you were hot-headed, gave your boss too muchlip. But everything will come out all right. Jack says--"
"Has that low-down liar an' thief been comin' it over you, Polly? Didhe tell you how he gave the place he promised me to Sage-brush?"
"That wasn't until you gave him slack, Bud. I'm sure he ain't a thief;why--"
"Thief, of course he is, an' a blacker-hearted one than the man thatkilled Terrill. Ain't he going to steal my brother Dick's girl thisvery night?"
"But Dick is dead," expostulated Polly.
"Dick ain't dead; I know it--that is," he stammered, "I feel it in mybones he ain't dead. An' Jack feels it, too; that's why he's hurried upthis weddin'."
"But your own friend, Buck McKee, saw Dick just before the 'Pacheskilled him."
"But not after it. An' Buck now thinks the Rurales may have come up intime to save him."
"Seems to me if that's so he has had time enough since then to write,"objected Polly, who was, nevertheless, impressed by Bud's vehemence.
"How do you know that he has not written?"
Polly could only gasp. These accusations were coming too fast for herto answer.
"You can't tell what a man might do in a case like that. PerhapsDick's 'way in the mountains, away from the railroad, prospectin' downin the Ghost Range, where he has been tryin' to locate the lost lode.There's lots of reasons for his not writing to Echo. But Echo doesn'tseem to mind. A year an' a half is enough to mend any woman's heart."
"Now, you--" began Polly, who was growing angry under the charges whichwere being heaped on her two best friends by the overwrought boy.
Bud would not let her finish, but cried: "Echo never loved him. If shedid she would not be acting like she is goin' to to-night."
Rushing to Echo's defense Polly answered: "She may or may not haveloved Dick Lane, but I know that she loves Jack Payson now with all herheart and, even if the 'Paches did not get your brother, he's as deadto her as if they had."
Polly was startled and confused by Bud's accusations. Accordingly, itwas a relief to her when Payson appeared on the scene. They had beenso interested in their conversation that they did not hear him ride upto the house. "Hello, Polly! Hello, Bud!" were his cordial greetings,for he was determined to ignore his former employee's hostility. Buddid not answer, but looked moodily on the ground.
To Eastern eyes Payson's wedding-attire would appear most incongruous.About his waist was strapped a revolver. His riding-trousers,close-fitting and corded, were buttoned over the calves of his legs.Soft, highly polished leather boots reached to his knees. His shirtwas of silk, deeply embroidered down the front and at the collar. Hisjacket gave him ample breathing-room about the chest, but tapered atthe waist and clung closely over the hips. He wore a sombrero and aknotted silk handkerchief. His face was deeply sunburned, except aspot shaped like crescent just below the hairline on the forehead,which was protected from the sun by the hat and the shade of the brim.A similar line of fairer skin ran around the edge of the scalp,beginning over the ears. His hair shaded the upper part of his neckfrom the sun's rays. When his hair was trimmed the untanned partshowed as plainly as if painted. It is the mark of the plainsman in acity or on a holiday.
"Well, it's about time that you got here," said Polly, with a sigh ofrelief. "Where have you been?"
"I stopped over to Sam Terrill's to see about something that I orderedfrom Kansas City. Then I had to go back to my ranch--"
Bud started guiltily. Forgetting his determination to ignore Payson,he asked anxiously. "You didn't see Terrill, did you?"
"Oh, yes. Why do you ask?"
Polly laid her hand on Payson's arm and told him briefly of theshooting of Terrill.
"Who shot him?" he asked, when she had finished.
"They don't know--he was robbed of a pile of money--Slim Hoover's justrode over to get a posse," she replied, looking toward the door. Atthis bit of information Payson became anxious about the plans for hiswedding. The ceremony was uppermost in his mind at the time.
"Well, he can get one after the wedding." Then he asked: "Is theminister here yet?"
Polly laughingly replied: "You're feelin' pretty spry now, but you'llbe as meek as a baby calf in a little while. In this section abridegroom is treated worse than a tenderfoot."
Payson smiled. He knew he was in for a thorough hazing by the boys."That's all right. I'll get back at you some day--when you and Bud--"
Polly interrupted him with a remark about minding his own business.
Bud avoided entering into the conversation. He had walked toward thedoor and was standing on the steps when he answered for Polly.
"Looks as if you're chances of gettin' even with us is a long way off,"he said. Turning, he entered the house, to join the other guests who,by the noise, were enjoying Allen's importations from Tucson to thebottom of every glass.
Polly looked after Bud, smiling quizzically. "Bud's mighty hopeful,ain't he? Ain't you happy?"
"You bet! Don't I look it?" cried Jack, rubbing his hands. "Neverthought I could be so happy. A fellow doesn't get married every day inthe week."
"Not unless he lives in Chicago; I hear it's the habit there," answeredPolly.
"The sweetest girl in the Territory--" began Jack.
"You bet she is," Polly broke in. "If you just
want to keep her lovin'and lovin' you--all you've got to do is to treat her white and playsquare with her."
"Play square with her," thought Payson. Was he playing square withher? He knew that he was not, but the chance of losing her was toogreat for him to risk.
"For if you ain't on the level with Echo Allen, well--you might as wellcrawl out of camp, that's the kind of girl she is," Polly exclaimedloyally.