the Light Of Western Stars (1992) (29 page)

"No
.
The money is for his men
.
"

"What did you say to him?I saw you whisper in his ear
.
"

Stewart dropped his head, averting her direct gaze
.

"We were comrades before Juarez
.
One day I dragged him out of a ditch
.
I reminded him
.
Then I-I told him something I-I thought-"

"Stewart, I know from the way he looked at me that you spoke of me
.
"

Her companion did not offer a reply to this, and Madeline did not press the point
.

"I heard Don Carlos's name several times
.
That interests me
.
What have Don Carlos and his vaqueros to do with this?"

"That Greaser has all to do with it," replied Stewart, grimly
.
"He burned his ranch and corrals to keep us from getting them
.
But he also did it to draw all the boys away from your home
.
They had a deep plot, all right
.
I left orders for some one to stay with you
.
But Al and Stillwell, who're both hot-headed, rode off this morning
.
Then the guerrillas came down
.
"

"Well, what was the idea-the plot-as you call it?"

"To get you," he said, bluntly
.

"Me!Stewart, you do not mean my capture-whatever you call it- was anything more than mere accident?"

"I do mean that
.
But Stillwell and your brother think the guerrillas wanted money and arms, and they just happened to make off with you because you ran under a horse's nose
.
"

"You do not incline to that point of view?"

"I don't
.
Neither does Nels nor Nick Steele
.
And we know Don Carlos and the Greasers
.
Look how the vaqueros chased Flo for you!"

"What do you think, then?"

"I'd rather not say
.
"

"But, Stewart, I would like to know
.
If it is about me, surely I ought to know," protested Madeline
.
"What reason have Nels and Nick to suspect Don Carlos of plotting to abduct me?"

"I suppose they've no reason you'd take
.
Once I heard Nels say he'd seen the Greaser look at you, and if he ever saw him do it again he'd shoot him
.
"

"Why, Stewart, that is ridiculous
.
To shoot a man for looking at a woman!This is a civilized country
.
"

"Well, maybe it would be ridiculous in a civilized country
.
There's some things about civilization I don't care for
.
"

"What, for instance?"

"For one thing, I can't stand for the way men let other men treat women
.
"

"But, Stewart, this is strange talk from you, who, that night I came-"

She broke off, sorry that she had spoken
.
His shame was not pleasant to see
.
Suddenly he lifted his head, and she felt scorched by flaming eyes
.

"Suppose I was drunk
.
Suppose I had met some ordinary girl
.
Suppose I had really made her marry me
.
Don't you think I would have stopped being a drunkard and have been good to her?"

"Stewart, I do not know what to think about you," replied Madeline
.

Then followed a short silence
.
Madeline saw the last bright rays of the setting sun glide up over a distant crag
.
Stewart rebridled the horse and looked at the saddle-girths
.

"I got off the trail
.
About Don Carlos I'll say right out, not what Nels and Nick think, but what I know
.
Don Carlos hoped to make off with you for himself, the same as if you had been a poor peon slave-girl down in Sonora
.
Maybe he had a deeper plot than my rebel friend told me
.
Maybe he even went so far as to hope for American troops to chase him
.
The rebels are trying to stir up the United States
.
They'd welcome intervention
.
But, however that may be, the Greaser meant evil to you, and has meant it ever since he saw you first
.
That's all
.
"

"Stewart, you have done me and my family a service we can never hope to repay
.
"

"I've done the service
.
Only don't mention pay to me
.
But there's one thing I'd like you to know, and I find it hard to say
.
It's prompted, maybe, by what I know you think of me and what I imagine your family and friends would think if they knew
.
It's not prompted by pride or conceit
.
And it's this: Such a woman as you should never have come to this God-forsaken country unless she meant to forget herself
.
But as you did come, and as you were dragged away by those devils, I want you to know that all your wealth and position and influence-all that power behind you-would never have saved you from hell to-night
.
Only such a man as Nels or Nick Steele or I could have done that
.
"

Madeline Hammond felt the great leveling force of the truth
.
Whatever the difference between her and Stewart, or whatever the imagined difference set up by false standards of class and culture, the truth was that here on this wild mountain-side she was only a woman and he was simply a man
.
It was a man that she needed, and if her choice could have been considered in this extremity it would have fallen upon him who had just faced her in quiet, bitter speech
.
Here was food for thought
.

"I reckon we'd better start now," he said, and drew the horse close to a large rock
.
"Come
.
"

Madeline's will greatly exceeded her strength
.
For the first time she acknowledged to herself that she had been hurt
.
Still, she did not feel much pain except when she moved her shoulder
.
Once in the saddle, where Stewart lifted her, she drooped weakly
.
The way was rough; every step the horse took hurt her; and the slope of the ground threw her forward on the pommel
.
Presently, as the slope grew rockier and her discomfort increased, she forgot everything except that she was suffering
.

"Here is the trail," said Stewart, at length
.

Not far from that point Madeline swayed, and but for Stewart's support would have fallen from the saddle
.
She heard him swear under his breath
.

"Here, this won't do," he said
.
"Throw your leg over the pommel
.
The other one-there
.
"

Then, mounting, he slipped behind her and lifted and turned her, and then held her with his left arm so that she lay across the saddle and his knees, her head against his shoulder
.

As the horse started into a rapid walk Madeline gradually lost all pain and discomfort when she relaxed her muscles
.
Presently she let herself go and lay inert, greatly to her relief
.
For a little while she seemed to be half drunk with the gentle swaying of a hammock
.
Her mind became at once dreamy and active, as if it thoughtfully recorded the slow, soft impressions pouring in from all her senses
.

A red glow faded in the west
.
She could see out over the foothills, where twilight was settling gray on the crests, dark in the hollows
.
Cedar and pinon trees lined the trail, and there were no more firs
.
At intervals huge drab-colored rocks loomed over her
.
The sky was clear and steely
.
A faint star twinkled
.
And lastly, close to her, she saw Stewart's face, once more dark and impassive, with the inscrutable eyes fixed on the trail
.

His arm, like a band of iron, held her, yet it was flexible and yielded her to the motion of the horse
.
One instant she felt the brawn, the bone, heavy and powerful; the next the stretch and ripple, the elasticity of muscles
.
He held her as easily as if she were a child
.
The roughness of his flannel shirt rubbed her cheek, and beneath that she felt the dampness of the scarf he had used to bathe her arm, and deeper still the regular pound of his heart
.
Against her ear, filling it with strong, vibrant beat, his heart seemed a mighty engine deep within a great cavern
.
Her head had never before rested on a man's breast, and she had no liking for it there; but she felt more than the physical contact
.
The position was mysterious and fascinating, and something natural in it made her think of life
.
Then as the cool wind blew down from the heights, loosening her tumbled hair, she was compelled to see strands of it curl softly into Stewart's face, before his eyes, across his lips
.
She was unable to reach it with her free hand, and therefore could not refasten it
.
And when she shut her eyes she felt those loosened strands playing against his cheeks
.

In the keener press of such sensations she caught the smell of dust and a faint, wild, sweet tang on the air
.
There was a low, rustling sigh of wind in the brush along the trail
.
Suddenly the silence ripped apart to the sharp bark of a coyote, and then, from far away, came a long wail
.
And then Majesty's metal-rimmed hoof rang on a stone
.

These later things lent probability to that ride for Madeline
.
Otherwise it would have seemed like a dream
.
Even so it was hard to believe
.
Again she wondered if this woman who had begun to think and feel so much was Madeline Hammond
.
Nothing had ever happened to her
.
And here, playing about her like her hair played about Stewart's face, was adventure, perhaps death, and surely life
.
She could not believe the evidence of the day's happenings
.
Would any of her people, her friends, ever believe it?Could she tell it?How impossible to think that a cunning Mexican might have used her to further the interests of a forlorn revolution
.
She remembered the ghoulish visages of those starved rebels, and marveled at her blessed fortune in escaping them
.
She was safe, and now self-preservation had some meaning for her
.
Stewart's arrival in the glade, the courage with which he had faced the outlawed men, grew as real to her now as the iron arm that clasped her
.
Had it been an instinct which had importuned her to save this man when he lay ill and hopeless in the shack at Chiricahua? In helping him had she hedged round her forces that had just operated to save her life, or if not that, more than life was to her?She believed so
.

Madeline opened her eyes after a while and found that night had fallen
.
The sky was a dark, velvety blue blazing with white stars
.
The cool wind tugged at her hair, and through waving strands she saw Stewart's profile, bold and sharp against the sky
.

Then, as her mind succumbed to her bodily fatigue, again her situation became unreal and wild
.
A heavy languor, like a blanket, began to steal upon her
.
She wavered and drifted
.
With the last half-conscious sense of a muffled throb at her ear, a something intangibly sweet, deep-toned, and strange, like a distant calling bell, she fell asleep with her head on Stewart's breast
.

XII - Friends from the East Three days after her return to the ranch Madeline could not discover any physical discomfort as a reminder of her adventurous experiences
.
This surprised her, but not nearly so much as the fact that after a few weeks she found she scarcely remembered the adventures at all
.
If it had not been for the quiet and persistent guardianship of her cowboys she might almost have forgotten Don Carlos and the raiders
.
Madeline was assured of the splendid physical fitness to which this ranch life had developed her, and that she was assimilating something of the Western disregard of danger
.
A hard ride, an accident, a day in the sun and dust, an adventure with outlaws-these might once have been matters of large import, but now for Madeline they were in order with all the rest of her changed life
.