第49章 SEPAR'S VIGILANTE(11)

Pierce down there for a while,near where Nate would be working.All this she told us;but when he did not return to dine with her on this first day,I think she found it hard to sustain her wilful cheeriness.Lin offered to take her driving to see the military post and dress parade at retreat,and Cloud's Peak,and Buffalo's various sights;but she made excuses and retired to her room.Nate,however,was at tea,shaven clean,with good clothes,and well conducted.His tone and manner to Jessamine were confidential and caressing,and offended Mr.McLean,so that Iobserved to him that it was scarcely reasonable to be jealous.

"Oh,no jealousy!"said he."But he comes in and kisses her,and he kisses her good-night,and us strangers looking on!It's such oncontrollable affection,yu'see,after never writing for five years.Iexpect she must have some of her savings left."It is true that the sister gave the brother money more than once;and as our ways lay together,I had chances to see them both,and to wonder if her joy at being with him once again was going to last.On the road to Riverside I certainly heard Jessamine beg him to return home with her;and he ridiculed such a notion.What proper life for a live man was that dead place back East?he asked her.I thought he might have expressed some regret that they must dwell so far apart,or some intention to visit her now and then;but he said nothing of the sort,though he spoke volubly of himself and his prospects.I suppose this spectacle of brother and sister had rubbed Lin the wrong way too much,for he held himself and Billy aloof,joining me on the road but once,and then merely to give me the news that people here wanted no more of Nate Buckner;he would be run out of the country,and respect for the sister was all that meanwhile saved him.But Buckner,like so many spared criminals,seemed brazenly unaware he was disgraced,and went hailing loudly any riders or drivers we met,while beside him his sister sat close and straight,her stanch affection and support for the world to see.For all she let appear,she might have been bringing him back from some gallant heroism achieved;and as I rode along the travesty seemed more and more pitiful,the outcome darker and darker.

At all times is Riverside beautiful,but most beautiful when the sun draws down through the openings of the hills.From each one a stream comes flowing clearly out into the plain,and fields spread green along the margins.It was beneath the long-slanted radiance of evening that we saw Blue Creek and felt its coolness rise among the shifting veils of light.The red bluff eastward,the tall natural fortress,lost its stern masonry of shapes,and loomed a soft towering enchantment of violet and amber and saffron in the changing rays.The cattle stood quiet about the levels,and horses were moving among the restless colts.These the brother bade his sister look at,for with them was his glory;and I heard him boasting of his skill--truthful boasting,to be sure.Had he been honest in his dealings,the good-will that man's courage and dashing appearance beget in men would have brought him more employment than he could have undertaken.He told Jessamine his way of breaking a horse that few would dare,and she listened eagerly."Do you remember when I used to hold the pony for you to get on?"she said."You always would scare me,Nate!"And he replied,fluently,Yes,yes;did she see that horse there,near the fence?He was a four-year-old,an outlaw,and she would find no one had tried getting on his back since he had been absent.This was the first question he asked on reaching the cabin,where various neighbors were waiting the mail-rider;and,finding he was right,he turned in pride to Jessamine "They don't know how to handle that horse,"said he."I told you so.Give me a rope."Did she notice the cold greeting Nate received?I think not.Not only was their welcome to her the kinder,but any one is glad to witness bold riding,and this chance made a stir which the sister may have taken for cordiality.But Lin gave me a look;for it was the same here as it had been in the Buffalo saloon.

"The trick is easy enough,"said Nate,arriving with his outlaw,and liking an audience."You don't want a bridle,but a rope hackamore like this--Spanish style.Then let them run as hard as they want,and on a sudden reach down your arm and catch the hackamore short,close up by the mouth,and jerk them round quick and heavy at full speed.They quit their fooling after one or two doses.Now watch your outlaw!"He went into the saddle so swift and secure that the animal,amazed,trembled stock-still,then sprang headlong.It stopped,vicious and knowing,and plunged in a rage,but could do nothing with the man,and bolted again,and away in a straight blind line over the meadow,when the rider leaned forward to his trick.The horse veered in a jagged swerve,rolled over and over with its twisted impetus,and up on its feet and on without a stop,the man still seated and upright in the saddle.How we cheered to see it!But the figure now tilted strangely,and something awful and nameless came over us and chilled our noise to silence.The horse,dazed and tamed by the fall,brought its burden towards us,a wobbling thing,falling by small shakes backward,until the head sank on the horse's rump.

"Come away,"said Lin McLean to Jessamine and at his voice she obeyed and went,leaning on his arm.