the Light Of Western Stars (1992) (9 page)

A puff of cold wind struck her face and she shivered
.
Florence noticed her and pulled up the second robe and tucked it closely round her up to her chin
.

"If we have a little wind you'll sure feel it," said the Western girl
.

Madeline replied that she already felt it
.
The wind appeared to penetrate the robes
.
it was cold, pure, nipping
.
It was so thin she had to breathe as fast as if she were under ordinary exertion
.
It hurt her nose and made her lungs ache
.

"Aren't you co-cold?" asked Madeline
.

"I?" Florence laughed
.
"I'm used to it
.
I never get cold
.
"

The Western girl sat with ungloved hands on the outside of the robe she evidently did not need to draw up around her
.
Madeline thought she had never seen such a clear-eyed, healthy, splendid girl
.

"Do you like to see the sun rise?" asked Florence
.

"Yes, I think I do," replied Madeline, thoughtfully
.
"Frankly, I have not seen it for years
.
"

"We have beautiful sunrises, and sunsets from the ranch are glorious
.
"

Long lines of pink fire ran level with the eastern horizon, which appeared to recede as day brightened
.
A bank of thin, fleecy clouds was turning rose
.
To the south and west the sky was dark; but every moment it changed, the blue turning bluer
.
The eastern sky was opalescent
.
Then in one place gathered a golden light, and slowly concentrated till it was like fire
.
The rosy bank of cloud turned to silver and pearl, and behind it shot up a great circle of gold
.
Above the dark horizon gleamed an intensely bright disk
.
It was the sun
.
It rose swiftly, blazing out the darkness between the ridges and giving color and distance to the sweep of land
.

"Wal, wal," drawled Stillwell, and stretched his huge arms as if he had just awakened, "thet's somethin' like
.
"

Florence nudged Madeline and winked at her
.

"Fine mawnin', girls," went on old Bill, cracking his whip
.
"Miss Majesty, it'll be some oninterestin' ride all mawnin'
.
But when we get up a bit you'll sure like it
.
There! Look to the southwest, jest over thet farthest ridge
.
"

Madeline swept her gaze along the gray, sloping horizon-line to where dark-blue spires rose far beyond the ridge
.

"Peloncillo Mountains," said Stillwell
.
"Thet's home, when we get there
.
We won't see no more of them till afternoon, when they rise up sudden-like
.
"

Peloncillo!Madeline murmured the melodious name
.
Where had she heard it?Then she remembered
.
The cowboy Stewart had told the little Mexican girl Bonita to "hit the Peloncillo trail
.
" Probably the girl had ridden the big, dark horse over this very road at night, alone
.
Madeline had a little shiver that was not occasioned by the cold wind
.

"There's a jack!" cried Florence, suddenly
.

Madeline saw her first jack-rabbit
.
It was as large as a dog, and its ears were enormous
.
It appeared to be impudently tame, and the horses kicked dust over it as they trotted by
.
From then on old Bill and Florence vied with each other in calling Madeline's attention to many things along the way
.
Coyotes stealing away into the brush; buzzards flapping over the carcass of a cow that had been mired in a wash; queer little lizards running swiftly across the road; cattle grazing in the hollows; adobe huts of Mexican herders; wild, shaggy horses, with heads high, watching from the gray ridges-all these things Madeline looked at, indifferently at first, because indifference had become habitual with her, and then with an interest that flourished up and insensibly grew as she rode on
.
It grew until sight of a little ragged; Mexican boy astride the most diminutive burro she had ever seen awakened her to the truth
.
She became conscious of faint, unmistakable awakening of long-dead feelings-enthusiasm and delight
.
When she realized that, she breathed deep of the cold, sharp air and experienced an inward joy
.
And she divined then, though she did not know why, that henceforth there was to be something new in her life, something she had never felt before, something good for her soul in the homely, the commonplace, the natural, and the wild
.

Meanwhile, as Madeline gazed about her and listened to her companions, the sun rose higher and grew warm and soared and grew hot; the horses held tirelessly to their steady trot, and mile after mile of rolling land slipped by
.

From the top of a ridge Madeline saw down into a hollow where a few of the cowboys had stopped and were sitting round a fire, evidently busy at the noonday meal
.
Their horses were feeding on the long, gray grass
.

"Wal, smell of thet burnin' greasewood makes my mouth water," said Stillwell
.
"I'm sure hungry
.
We'll noon hyar an' let the hosses rest
.
It's a long pull to the ranch
.
"

He halted near the camp-fire, and, clambering down, began to unharness the team
.
Florence leaped out and turned to help Madeline
.

"Walk round a little," she said
.
"You must be cramped from sitting still so long
.
I'll get lunch ready
.
"

Madeline got down, glad to stretch her limbs, and began to stroll about
.
She heard Stillwell throw the harness on the ground and slap his horses
.
"Roll, you sons-of-guns!" he said
.
Both horses bent their fore legs, heaved down on their sides, and tried to roll over
.
One horse succeeded on the fourth try, and then heaved up with a satisfied snort and shook off the dust and gravel
.
The other one failed to roll over, and gave it up, half rose to his feet, and then lay down on the other side
.

"He's sure going to feel the ground," said Florence, smiling at Madeline
.
"Miss Hammond, I suppose that prize horse of yours- White Stockings-would spoil his coat if he were heah to roll in this greasewood and cactus
.
"

During lunch-time Madeline observed that she was an object of manifestly great interest to the three cowboys
.
She returned the compliment, and was amused to see that a g1ance their way caused them painful embarrassment
.
They were grown men-one of whom had white hair-yet they acted like boys caught in the act of stealing a forbidden look at a pretty girl
.

"Cowboys are sure all flirts," said Florence, as if stating an uninteresting fact
.
But Madeline detected a merry twinkle in her clear eyes
.
The cowboys heard, and the effect upon them was magical
.
They fell to shamed confusion and to hurried useless tasks
.
Madeline found it difficult to see where they had been bold, though evidently they were stricken with conscious guilt
.
She recalled appraising looks of critical English eyes, impudent French stares, burning Spanish glances-gantlets which any American girl had to run abroad
.
Compared with foreign eyes the eyes of these cowboys were those of smiling, eager babies
.

"Haw, haw!" roared Stillwell
.
"Florence, you jest hit the nail on the haid
.
Cowboys are all plumb flirts
.
I was wonderin' why them boys nooned hyar
.
This ain't no place to noon
.
Ain't no grazin' or wood wuth burnin' or nuthin'
.
Them boys jest held up, throwed the packs, an' waited fer us
.
It ain't so surprisin' fer Booly an' Ned-they're young an' coltish-but Nels there, why, he's old enough to be the paw of both you girls
.
It sure is amazin' strange
.
"

A silence ensued
.
The white-haired cowboy, Nels, fussed aimlessly over the camp-fire, and then straightened up with a very red face
.

"Bill, you're a dog-gone liar," he said
.
"I reckon I won't stand to be classed with Booly an' Ned
.
There ain't no cowboy on this range thet's more appreciatin' of the ladies than me, but I shore ain't ridin' out of my way
.
I reckon I hev enough ridin' to do
.
Now, Bill, if you've sich dog-gone good eyes mebbe you seen somethin' on the way out?"

"Nels, I hevn't seen nothin'," he replied, bluntly
.
His levity disappeared, and the red wrinkles narrowed round his searching eyes
.

"Jest take a squint at these hoss tracks," said Nels, and he drew Stillwell a few paces aside and pointed to large hoofprints in the dust
.
"I reckon you know the hoss thet made them?"

"Gene Stewart's roan, or I'm a son-of-a-gun!" exclaimed Stillwell, and he dropped heavily to his knees and began to scrutinize the tracks
.
"My eyes are sure pore; but, Nels, they ain't fresh
.
"

"I reckon them tracks was made early yesterday mornin'
.
"

"Wal, what if they was?" Stillwell looked at his cowboy
.
"It's sure as thet red nose of yourn Gene wasn't ridin' the roan
.
"

"Who's sayin' he was?Bill, its more 'n your eyes thet's gettin' old
.
Jest foller them tracks
.
Come on
.
"

Stillwell walked slowly, with his head bent, muttering to himself
.
Some thirty paces or more from the camp-fire he stopped short and again flopped to his knees
.
Then he crawled about, evidently examining horse tracks
.

"Nels, whoever was straddlin' Stewart's hoss met somebody
.
An' they hauled up a bit, but didn't git down
.
"

"Tolerable good for you, Bill, thet reasonin'," replied the cowboy
.

Stillwell presently got up and walked swiftly to the left for some rods, halted, and faced toward the southwest, then retraced his steps
.
He looked at the imperturbable cowboy
.

"Nels, I don't like this a little," he growled
.
"Them tracks make straight fer the Peloncillo trail
.
"

"Shore," replied Nels
.

"Wal?" went on Stillwell, impatiently
.

"I reckon you know what hoss made the other tracks?"

"I'm thinkin' hard, but I ain't sure"

"It was Danny Mains's bronc
.
"

"How do you know thet?" demanded Stillwell, sharply
.
"Bill, the left front foot of thet little hoss always wears a shoe thet sets crooked
.
Any of the boys can tell you
.
I'd know thet track if I was blind
.
"

Stillwell's ruddy face clouded and he kicked at a cactus plant
.

"Was Danny comin' or goin'?" he asked
.

"I reckon he was hittin' across country fer the Peloncillo trail
.
But I ain't shore of thet without back-trailin' him a ways
.
I was jest waitin' fer you to come up
.
"

"Nels, you don't think the boy's sloped with thet little hussy, Bonita?"