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<hr class="chap" /> <div class="figcenter"> <ANTIMG src="images/lrr-125.png" width-obs="250" height-obs="227" alt="" /></div> <h2>Chapter XV</h2> INTRIGUE COMES CLOSER When Penny reached home just after dark, she noticed a peculiarly deserted air about the ranch. Most of the horses belonging to the cowboys were gone from the corral when she turned Las Vegas in. The shack where Becky had lived was dark, and the big house nearly so. There was one lamp burning in the living room, and the kitchen wing was lighted. That was all. The usual bunkhouse sounds of laughter, or murmuring voices against an occasional accordion or guitar background, were not there. Penelope entered by the kitchen door. Gimlet rose to greet her, with anxiety showing in every one of the enumerable lines on his battered old face. "Keee-ripes!" burst out Gimlet. "Where you been?" Penny was somewhat taken aback by the old man's obvious agitation. "What's the matter, Gimlet? Is anything wrong?" "That's jest it, I dunno. It seems like all hell's due tuh bust loose an' yet they ain't a thing I c'n put a finger on. They's things bilin' up, I tell yuh. I was scared damn near tuh death somethin'd happened tuh you." "But why?" "Yuh sure everything's all right with yuh? Yuh ain't met with no trouble?" "What kind of trouble? Where is everyone?" "I dunno what kind, jest trouble. Trouble like bein' shot at, or like havin' threats made at yuh." Penny shook her head. "I rode quite a way," she said, "and didn't realize it was so late. Where is Uncle Bryant?" It was when Gimlet replied that Penny felt her first frustration. "He's gone, an' God knows where to, or why." "Gone," echoed the girl. "Didn't he say anything?" "He come here tuh the kitchen, told me tuh pack some vittles in a sack, an' stayed while I done it. He took the sack, tho'wed it intuh the buckboard, which same had two strong hosses all hitched, then fetched Mort outen the house with his neck still bandaged, an' the two druv off." Penny hadn't known Bryant to leave the Basin in years. Yet she knew Gimlet must be telling the truth. "Didn't he say when he was coming back?" she asked. "Not a damn word." Penny had counted on a heart-to-heart talk with her uncle. Now that the talk was out of the question, at least for the time being, she felt a hopelessness that made her aware of how much she had counted on that talk. "How long ago," she said, "did Uncle Bryant leave?" "Jest a little while after the argyment." "Argument? What argument?" "Him an' that cowboy callin' himself Yuma had another set-to." "Yuma?" In her confusion of emotions Penny could do little more than echo what Gimlet said. "I tell yuh, they's been things goin' on, but nothin' I c'n lay a finger on. Bryant an' Yuma talked low fer a time, then both got tuh howlin'. I c'd hear some o' what 'uz said. Yuma was callin' on Bryant tuh see to it that Mort got what he deserved, an' got told tuh go tuh hell." "That's what Uncle Bryant would tell him." "Yuma said he'd done some thinkin' since the last row they had an' he figgered that if Mort wasn't given what a killer sh'd git, it was because Bryant didn't give a damn what went on in the Basin." "Oh, if Yuma could only understand Uncle Bryant!" said Penny. "Uncle Bryant can't be bulldozed into doing anything. One way to make certain he doesn't turn Mort over to the law is to order him to do it." "They had aplenty o' hot words," said Gimlet, shaking his head slowly. "They was a heap o' cussin' on both sides. When I heard what Bryant told about the shootin' of Becky, I was fit tuh be tied, I was so gol-darn mad." "What did he say?" asked Penny eagerly. "Said that Mort told him he never had no intent o' shootin' Becky." Penny's lips compressed. "Mort claimed that he seen a snake, a rattler an' a big one, an' he was shootin' at that same, but his shot went wild an' through the window tuh git his wife." "So," said Penny softly, "that's the story he's going to tell." "He's told it an' Bryant's told it, an' I reckon it'll stand. Hain't no way tuh prove otherwise." "No," responded the girl, her confidence in Uncle Bryant severely threatened, "there's no way to prove otherwise." "I saved some chow fer yuh," Gimlet said in an incidental way, "if yuh want it. I reckon yore hungry." Penelope shook her head. "I'm not hungry, Gimlet." "I dunno what's goin' tuh happen," the old man said sadly. "I do know one thing though, an' that's jest this. Becky wasn't kilt by no accident, an' if Bryant says she was he's as big a damn liar as Mort." Penny looked at Gimlet. She laid one hand on his skinny forearm below the rolled-back shirtsleeve. Softly she said, "Gimlet, have you any idea why Rebecca was shot?" Gimlet dropped the gaze of his one eye to the floor and shifted his weight uneasily from one foot to the other. "Tell me," said Penny. "I want to know." Gimlet nodded slowly. "I know," he said. "That's what made me afeared fer you." He stopped there, and Penny said: "Go on." Gimlet drew a deep breath as if, in telling the girl what he knew, he were leaping into a bottomless pit filled with icy water. "I—I'm the one that got her kilt." Penny waited, knowing that when he enlarged on the amazing statement it would be vastly modified. "I couldn't o' helped it, though. I dunno where Becky learned that a pack o' killers from all parts o' the state was bein' brought tuh jobs here, so's they c'd hide while they stole hosses an' cattle from outside the Basin. She knowed it though, an' sent me with a note intuh Captain Blythe in Red Oak. I gave him the note an' left, like she tol' me tuh do. I dunno how the crooks here learned about it, but they sure as hell was ready when the Texas Rangers rid through the Gap. They wiped 'em out aplenty." "But there'll be other Rangers coming to see what happened to them," said Penny. "An' alibis an' lies aplenty waitin' fer them same. By the time the next Rangers git here, there won't be a damn thing fer 'em tuh see. The stolen cattle'll have new brands an' the crooks that's hidin' here will be hidin' where they cain't be found. No one'll know nothin' about nothin'." Penny nodded slowly, realizing the truth in what old Gimlet said. "If it's knowed by the crooks that you know what's goin' on, they'll do tuh you the same as they done tuh Becky. As fer me, I'm expectin' tuh git kilt most any time." "You said there wasn't anything you could put your finger on, Gimlet. It seems to me you know just about all there is to know." "Can't prove nothin' though; 'sides that, I dunno where Bryant stands." "I wish I knew that," said Penny thoughtfully. "One thing's sure. As long as he's here, there won't no harm come tuh you. Let him git killed though, as I know damn well he's expectin', an' God knows what'll happen. 'Nuther thing I dunno is who is bossin' things!" "Vince?" Gimlet shook his head. "Too cussed fer any man tuh take orders from." "Mort?" Again the old man's head moved slowly from one side to the other. "I don't think so. We c'n figger Jeb an' Wallie out as a matter o' course. Maybe they know what's goin' on, maybe they don't. Jeb ain't the brains of a jackass an' Wallie ain't hardly ever home." "Has he returned from town?" "Nope. He left tuh tomcat around some more an' maybe find a woman tuh raise Becky's kids. He ain't come back yet." "Where have the other men gone?" "They moseyed out soon after the buryin'. I dunno where they went. Vince an' some o' them are in the front room o' the house." "Who is with Vince?" "Sawtell an' Lombard an' the man that talked with Bryant t'other night—Lonergan. They been chewin' the rag in there ever since Bryant took Mort away." Gimlet turned to the huge stove and shoved a pan back from the heat. "Yuh sure yuh won't eat?" he asked. Penny felt that food would choke her. She wondered if there were anyone in the world to whom she might turn in confidence and trust. The door swung open suddenly, and Yuma stood in the opening. The big blond cowboy's face was grim. He glanced at Gimlet, then the girl. "Saw yer hoss in the corral," he explained. "I got tuh ask yuh jest one thing, Miss Penny." Penny nodded without speaking. She noticed that Yuma wore two guns, both tied low. His hat was well down on his forehead and he had a leather jacket over his shirt. He seemed to be dressed for a considerable ride. "Jest one thing," he repeated ponderously. "Well, what is it?" "I'm fixin' tuh pull stakes," the cowboy said. "Yuh don't know me very well, an' yuh got no reason tuh trust me exceptin' that I tell yuh I'm on the level. I know what I'm sayin' will sound crazy loco an' yuh won't pay no attention tuh it, but I'm wantin' tuh take you intuh Red Oak an' see yuh outen this Hell Basin. They's folks there that'd make yuh right tuh home. You c'd teach school if yuh wanted tuh. Will you leave right now?" "Of course not!" retorted Penny. Yuma nodded slowly. "That's what I figgered. I'll be there, though, if ever yuh need me." Penny could never know how Yuma had steeled himself to make the extravagant suggestion. The cowboy knew there wasn't a one-in-a-thousand chance that Penny would agree, and when he saw the scornful look, he had no more to say, no argument to put forth. He had made his request and it had been turned down. His simple and straightforward way of thinking hadn't grasped the thing in the same way that Penny did. He knew the girl was in a dangerous place and wanted to take her from it, make her safe. She refused to go. That was all there was to it. The door closed, and Penny was about to voice her indignation, but Gimlet spoke first. The old man said, more soberly than he'd spoken before, "Miss Penny, yuh should o' gone." "Why, the nerve of that crazy cowboy! I don't even know his name. He's been here only a short time; he's fought twice with Uncle Bryant, and told me what he thought of the only man in the world I ever cared for, my uncle. And now he expects me to leave home and go off to Red Oak teaching school! Leave here tonight! With him! It's the most ridiculous outlandish nonsense I—" Penny stopped for breath. Gimlet said again, "Yuh should o' gone." "I should, huh!" retorted Penny. "I'd have to be gagged and hog-tied to go with that crazy wrangler, and even then I'd fight every inch of the way." She turned abruptly and pushed through the door into the living quarters of the house. Gimlet blinked when the door slammed, almost in his face. He fingered his mustache reflectively and h'mmm'd through his knobby nose. "Gagged an' hawg-tied, eh," he muttered. "Keeee-ripes, but mebbe that's a good idee." He hurried across the kitchen in a busybody sort of stride and followed Yuma into the darkness. Penny hoped to get upstairs and to her bedroom without having to talk any further. Her mental state was in the lowest depth of despondency she'd ever known. It seemed that the more she learned the more futile it became to look ahead to happiness in Bryant's Basin. Her nerves felt drawn to a tension that threatened to snap them like catgut drawn too tightly on a violin. It seemed as if nothing that could happen now made a great deal of difference. She turned a corner of the hall and stopped. At the foot of the stairs stood Vince Cavendish. At the sight of his cousin, Vince's shoulders seemed to droop, and his eyes assumed a woebegone expression that was something new. He advanced to the girl and said, "God knows what's goin' tuh happen to us, Cousin." Penny had never heard Vince speak in that sort of tone. She looked at him suspiciously, wondering what was behind the beaten manner that was like a plea for sympathy. She moved her hand behind her as Vince sought to take it in his own. "What's the matter with you?" she demanded. "You act like a sick calf." "Double-crossed," Vince said hollowly. "Double-crossed by Uncle Bryant. He's sold the lot of us out." Penny recalled some of the things Gimlet had told her. "How?" she asked. "I already signed," said Vince. "The men 're upstairs now, gettin' Jeb's name on the paper, an' they'll get yours when they come down." "My name to what paper?" "One that Bryant had drawed up," went on Vince in a melancholy voice. "We gotta sign away any claim we might have on the ranch as his heirs. He wants tuh leave it all tuh someone else." "Who?" Vince shook his head. "Dunno." "Why didn't Uncle Bryant tell us to sign the agreement, or whatever it is?" "Left it tuh some o' the men tuh handle. He's gone in tuh Red Oak with Mort. Reckon they're waitin' there fer the boys tuh git the paper signed an' bring it tuh them there." "I'll not sign a thing until I talk to him," said Penny flatly, "and in the meantime, I'm going to bed." Vince shook his head slowly. "Yuh can't." "Who's going to stop me?" "Sawtell an' Lombard an' Lonergan will be done with Jeb in a few minutes. They'll see that you sign somehow." Penny turned to go upstairs, but Sawtell's stocky figure appeared at the top of the flight. His voice was soft and smooth to match the bland expression of his wide face. "Miss Cavendish," he said as he started down the stairs, "I'm glad you're back. We've something to talk about." "You've nothing to talk about with me," the girl said to the descending man. "Any business you have for Uncle Bryant can wait until he gets back here." Sawtell smiled. "I guess you don't understand. He won't be back here until we take some documents to him with your name and the names of your cousins signed to them." He halted at the bottom of the flight, and took a folded paper, covered with close writing, from his pocket. "Shall we go into the other room?" he said. "You can do what you want, I'm going to bed," retorted the girl, starting once more. Sawtell gripped her arm. "Let go of me!" "I don't want to use any harsh methods, Miss Cavendish," Sawtell said with his smile gone, and an impatient edge to his voice. "But I promise you, you're going to sign the agreement so we can start for town as soon as possible." Penny jerked her arm free. She felt panicky, helpless, but dared not show it. Her gun was still on the belt about her waist, but the cartridges it had held were somewhere in the brush on Thunder Mountain. She was determined to get to her room, bar the door, and stay there until her uncle came home. No matter what Bryant did, she knew that he would let nothing serious happen to her. It was incredible that he'd left instructions, such as Vince had told her about, with men like Sawtell and Lombard. She wondered about Lombard and Lonergan. Gimlet had said they were here in the house. Upstairs? It was quite possible. The girl looked toward the front door, then at Sawtell. "There's no use putting us all to a lot of extra trouble," Sawtell told her. "You'll only make it harder for yourself." "He's right," put in Vince, in a resigned voice. "They ain't no use puttin' off the signin' o' that paper. Might as well do it an' git it done with." Penny's jaw was firm. "I won't do anything until I talk to Uncle Bryant." Sawtell nodded slowly. "All right then, we'll have to bring Jeb down here." He called curt orders up the stairs, and in a moment Jeb, struggling between Lonergan and Lombard, was practically carried down the stairs. His eyes were wide and staring, and his lean face white with terror. "Do what they want," he cried to the girl. "No matter what it is, you sign it like what I done. If yuh don't they'll brand me with a poker." "Take him to the fireplace," ordered Sawtell, "put some ropes around him, then come back for Vince. This girl will do what Bryant says, or she'll see slow murder, with a lot of pain." "No, no," cried Vince, "not me!" As if by magic a gun appeared in Sawtell's hand. "You," he said, "as well as Jeb." Penny watched the wide-eyed Jeb and the cringing, wincing Vince being dragged, howling, to the fireplace, where Lombard and Lonergan tossed ropes about them. The two were jerked off their feet and stretched on the floor, and more ropes looped about their ankles made them helpless. Sawtell, gun still in hand, watched the procedure, unmoved and expressionless. Lonergan's black eyes reflected the leaping flames when he faced Sawtell. His black mustache, so carefully brushed and tapered, seemed to twitch with his eagerness to make the next move. Sawtell nodded, and the former gambler grabbed the poker in lean fingers and shoved it deep among the red-hot coals. Stark terror from their souls showed in the eyes of the captured men. Vince drooled supplications for mercy, begging Penny to sign Bryant's agreement and save him from the torture of the heated iron. Jeb wailed conglomerate quotations, misquoted, from the Scriptures. Sawtell approached Penelope. "You have a few minutes to think it over," he said, "while the iron gets red-hot. Have you ever heard a man scream with the pain of being branded"—he paused, lowered his voice, and added "—in the eyes?" <div style="break-after:column;"></div>

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