Bucky O'Connor: A Tale of the Unfenced BorderRaine, William MacLeod
General
Bucky O'Connor: A Tale of the Unfenced Border
Raine, William MacLeod
Fiction; Western stories
Bucky cut in sharply with a question. “Did he? How do you know he
disappeared _with_ her? Why not _after?_ That’s the theory my mind is
groping on just now.”
“That’s a blind trail to me. Why _after?_ And what difference does it
make?”
“All the difference in the world. If he left after the cook, you have
been doing him an injustice for fifteen years, seh.”
Mackenzie leaned forward, excitement burning in his eyes. “Prove that,
young man, and I’ll thank you to the last day of my life. It’s for my
wife’s sake more than my own I want my little girl back. She jes’ pines
for her every day of her life. But for my friend—if you can give me
back the clean memory of Dave you’ll have done a big thing for me, Mr.
O’Connor.”
“It’s only a working theory, but this is what I’m getting at. You and
Henderson had arranged to take an early start on a two days’ deer hunt
next mo’ning. That’s what you told me, isn’t it?”
“We were to start about four. Yes, sir.”
“Well, let’s suppose a case. Along comes Dave before daybreak, when the
first hooters were beginning to call. Just as he reaches your ranch he
notices a horse slipping away in the darkness. Perhaps he hears the
little girl cry out. Anyhow, instead of turning in at the gate, he
decides to follow. Probably he isn’t sure there’s anything wrong, but
when he finds out how the horse he’s after is burning the wind his
suspicions grow stronger. He settles down to a long chase. In the
darkness, we’ll say, he loses his man, but when it gets lighter he
picks up the trail again. The tracks lead south, across the line into
Mexico. Still he keeps plodding on. The man in front sees him behind
and gets scared because he can’t shake him off. Very likely he thinks
it is you on his track. Anyhow, while the child is asleep he waits in
ambush, and when Henderson rides up he shoots him down. Then he pushes
on deeper into Chihuahua, and proceeds to lose himself there by
changing his name.”
“You think he murdered Dave?” The cattleman got up and began to pace up
and down the floor.
“I think it possible.”
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
Reviews
Reviews
No reviews yet
Be the first to share your thoughts on this work.
Join the Discussion
Join the discussion
Sign in to leave a comment or review.
Sign InorCreate an account