the Light Of Western Stars (1992) (64 page)

Then at the bottom of a wide canon he entered a wash where the wheels just barely turned in dragging sand
.
The sun beat down white-hot, the dust arose, there was not a breath of wind; and no sound save the slide of a rock now and then down the weathered slopes and the labored chugging of the machine
.
The snail pace, like the sand at the wheels, began to drag at Madeline's faith
.
Link gave over the wheel to Madeline, and, leaping out, he called Nels
.
When they untied the long planks and laid them straight in front for the wheels to pass over Madeline saw how wise had been Link's forethought
.
With the aid of those planks they worked the car through sand and gravel otherwise impossible to pass
.

This canon widened and opened into space affording an unobstructed view for miles
.
The desert sloped up in steps, and in the morning light, with the sun bright on the mesas and escarpments, it was gray, drab, stone, slate, yellow, pink, and, dominating all, a dull rust-red
.
There was level ground ahead, a wind-swept floor as hard as rock
.
Link rushed the car over this free distance
.
Madeline's ears filled with a droning hum like the sound of a monstrous, hungry bee and with a strange, incessant crinkle which she at length guessed to be the spreading of sheets of gravel from under the wheels
.
The giant car attained such a speed that Madeline could only distinguish the colored landmarks to the fore, and these faded as the wind stung her eyes
.

Then Link began the ascent of the first step, a long, sweeping, barren waste with dunes of wonderful violet and heliotrope hues
.
Here were well-defined marks of an old wagon-road lately traversed by cattle
.
The car climbed steadily, surmounted the height, faced another long bench that had been cleaned smooth by desert winds
.
The sky was an intense, light, steely blue, hard on the eyes
.
Madeline veiled her face, and did not uncover it until Link had reduced the racing speed
.
From the summit of the next ridge she saw more red ruin of desert
.

A deep wash crossing the road caused Link Stevens to turn due south
.
There was a narrow space along the wash just wide enough for the car
.
Link seemed oblivious to the fact that the outside wheels were perilously close to the edge
.
Madeline heard the rattle of loosened gravel and earth sliding into the gully
.
The wash widened and opened out into a sandy flat
.
Link crossed this and turned up on the opposite side
.
Rocks impeded the progress of the car, and these had to be rolled out of the way
.
The shelves of silt, apparently ready to slide with the slightest weight, the little tributary washes, the boulder-strewn stretches of slope, the narrow spaces allowing no more than a foot for the outside wheels, the spear-pointed cactus that had to be avoided-all these obstacles were as nothing to the cowboy driver
.
He kept on, and when he came to the road again he made up for the lost time by speed
.

Another height was reached, and here Madeline fancied that Link had driven the car to the summit of a high pass between two mountain ranges
.
The western slope of that pass appeared to be exceedingly rough and broken
.
Below it spread out another gray valley, at the extreme end of which glistened a white spot that Link grimly called Douglas
.
Part of that white spot was Agua Prieta, the sister town across the line
.
Madeline looked with eyes that would fain have pierced the intervening distance
.

The descent of the pass began under difficulties
.
Sharp stones and cactus spikes penetrated the front tires, bursting them with ripping reports
.
It took time to replace them
.
The planks were called into requisition to cross soft places
.
A jagged point of projecting rock had to be broken with a sledge
.
At length a huge stone appeared to hinder any further advance
.
Madeline caught her breath
.
There was no room to turn the car
.
But Link Stevens had no intention of such a thing
.
He backed the car to a considerable distance, then walked forward
.
He appeared to be busy around the boulder for a moment and returned down the road on the run
.
A heavy explosion, a cloud of dust, and a rattle of falling fragments told Madeline that her indomitable driver had cleared a passage with dynamite
.
He seemed to be prepared for every emergency
.
Madeline looked to see what effect the discovery of Link carrying dynamite would have upon the silent Nels
.

"Shore, now, Miss Majesty, there ain't nothin' goin' to stop Link," said Nels, with a reassuring smile
.
The significance of the incident had not dawned upon Nels, or else he was heedless of it
.
After all, he was afraid only of the car and Link, and that fear was an idiosyncrasy
.
Madeline began to see her cowboy driver with clearer eyes and his spirit awoke something in her that made danger of no moment
.
Nels likewise subtly responded, and, though he was gray-faced, tight-lipped, his eyes took on the cool, bright gleam of Link's
.

Cactus barred the way, rocks barred the way, gullies barred the way, and these Nels addressed in the grim humor with which he was wont to view tragic things
.
A mistake on Link's part, a slip of a wheel, a bursting of a tire at a critical moment, an instant of the bad luck which might happen a hundred times on a less perilous ride-any one of these might spell disaster for the car, perhaps death to the occupants
.
Again and again Link used the planks to cross washes in sand
.
Sometimes the wheels ran all the length of the planks, sometimes slipped off
.
Presently Link came to a ditch where water had worn deep into the road
.
Without hesitation he placed them, measuring distance carefully, and then started across
.
The danger was in ditching the machine
.
One of the planks split, sagged a little, but Link made the crossing without a slip
.

The road led round under an overhanging cliff and was narrow, rocky, and slightly downhill
.
Bidding Madeline and Nels walk round this hazardous corner, Link drove the car
.
Madeline expected to hear it crash down into the canon, but presently she saw Link waiting to take them aboard again
.
Then came steeper parts of the road, places that Link could run down if he had space below to control the car, and on the other hand places where the little inclines ended in abrupt ledges upon one side or a declivity upon the other
.
Here the cowboy, with ropes on the wheels and half-hitches upon the spurs of rock, let the car slide down
.

Once at a particularly bad spot Madeline exclaimed involuntarily, "Oh, time is flying!"Link Stevens looked up at her as if he had been reproved for his care
.
His eyes shone like the glint of steel on ice
.
Perhaps that utterance of Madeline's was needed to liberate his recklessness to its utmost
.
Certainly he put the car to seemingly impossible feats
.
He rimmed gullies, he hurdled rising ground, he leaped little breaks in the even road
.
He made his machine cling like a goat to steep inclines; he rounded corners with the inside wheels higher than the outside; he passed over banks of soft earth that caved in the instant he crossed weak places
.
He kept on and on, threading tortuous passages through rock-strewn patches, keeping to the old road where it was clear, abandoning it for open spaces, and always going down
.

At length a mile of clean, brown slope, ridged and grooved like a washboard, led gently down to meet the floor of the valley, where the scant grama-grass struggled to give a tinge of gray
.
The road appeared to become more clearly defined, and could be seen striking straight across the valley
.

To Madeline's dismay, that road led down to a deep, narrow wash
.
It plunged on one side, ascended on the other at a still steeper angle
.
The crossing would have been laborsome for a horse; for an automobile it was unpassable
.
Link turned the car to the right along the rim and drove as far along the wash as the ground permitted
.
The gully widened, deepened all the way
.
Then he took the other direction
.
When he made this turn Madeline observed that the sun had perceptibly begun its slant westward
.
It shone in her face, glaring and wrathful
.
Link drove back to the road, crossed it, and kept on down the line of the wash
.
It was a deep cut in red earth, worn straight down by swift water in the rainy seasons
.
It narrowed
.
In some places it was only five feet wide
.
Link studied these points and looked up the slope, and seemed to be making deductions
.
The valley was level now, and there were nothing but little breaks in the rim of the wash
.
Link drove mile after mile, looking for a place to cross, and there was none
.
Finally progress to the south was obstructed by impassable gullies where the wash plunged into the head of a canon
.
It was necessary to back the car a distance before there was room to turn
.
Madeline looked at the imperturbable driver
.
His face revealed no more than the same old hard, immutable character
.
When he reached the narrowest points, which had so interested him, he got out of the car and walked from place to place
.
Once with a little jump he cleared the wash
.
Then Madeline noted that the farther rim was somewhat lower
.
In a flash she divined Link's intention
.
He was hunting a place to jump the car over the crack in the ground
.

Soon he found one that seemed to suit him, for he tied his red scarf upon a greasewood-bush
.
Then, returning to the car, he clambered in, and, muttering, broke his long silence: "This ain't no air-ship, hut I've outfiggered thet damn wash
.
" He backed up the gentle slope and halted just short of steeper ground
.
His red scarf waved in the wind
.
Hunching low over the wheel, he started, slowly at first, then faster, and then faster
.
The great car gave a spring like a huge tiger
.
The impact of suddenly formed wind almost tore Madeline out of her seat
.
She felt Nels's powerful hands on her shoulders
.
She closed her eyes
.
The jolting headway of the car gave place to a gliding rush
.
This was broken by a slight jar, and then above the hum and roar rose a cowboy yell
.
Madeline waited with strained nerves for the expected crash
.
It did not come
.
Opening her eyes, she saw the level valley floor without a break
.
She had not even noticed the instant when the car had shot over the wash
.

A strange breathlessness attacked her, and she attributed it to the celerity with which she was being carried along
.
Pulling the hood down over her face, she sank low in the seat
.
The whir of the car now seemed to be a world-filling sound
.
Again the feeling of excitement, the poignancy of emotional heights, the ever-present impending sense of catastrophe became held in abeyance to the sheer intensity of physical sensations
.
There came a time when all her strength seemed to unite in an effort to lift her breast against the terrific force of the wind-to draw air into her flattened lungs
.
She became partly dazed
.
The darkness before her eyes was not all occasioned by the blood that pressed like a stone mask on her face
.
She had a sense that she was floating, sailing, drifting, reeling, even while being borne swiftly as a thunderbolt
.
Her hands and arms were immovable under the weight of mountains
.
There was a long, blank period from which she awakened to feel an arm supporting her
.
Then she rallied
.
The velocity of the car had been cut to the speed to which she was accustomed
.
Throwing back the hood, she breathed freely again, recovered fully
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