Ridgway of Montana: A story of to-day, in which the hero is also the villainRaine, William MacLeod
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Ridgway of Montana: A story of to-day, in which the hero is also the villain
Raine, William MacLeod
Montana -- Fiction; Western stories
“Yes, I’ve been talking with one of your enthusiastic riders that went
out with you after us. He’s been flimflammed into believing you the
greatest man in the United States. Tell me how you do it.”
“Nick’s a good boy, but I reckon he didn’t tell you quite all that.”
“Didn’t he? You should have heard him reel off your praises by the
yard. I got the whole story of how you headed the relief-party after
you had reached the ranch more dead than alive.”
“Then, if you’ve got it, I don’t need to tell you. I WAS a bit worried
about the old man. He was pretty far gone when we reached him, but he
pulled through all right. He’s still sleeping like a top.”
“Is he?” His guest’s hard gaze came round to meet his. “And the lady?
Do you know how she stood it?”
“My sister says she was pretty badly played out, but all she needs is
rest. Nell put her in her own bed, and she, too, has been doing nothing
but sleep.”
Ridgway smoked out his cigar in silence then tossed it into the
fireplace as he rose briskly.
“I want to talk to Mesa over the phone, Sam.”
“Can’t do it. The wires are down. This storm played the deuce with
them.”
“The devil! I’ll have to get through myself then.”
“Forget business for a day or two, Waring, and take it easy up here,”
counseled his host.
“Can’t do it. I have to make arrangements to welcome Simon Harley to
Mesa. The truth is, Sam, that there are several things that won’t wait.
I’ve got to frame them up my way. Can you get me through to the
railroad in time to catch the Limited?”
“I think so. The road has been traveled for two or three days. If you
really must go. I hate to have you streak off like this.”
“I’d like to stay, Sam, but I can’t. For one thing, there’s that
senatorial fight coming on. Now that Harley’s on the ground in person,
I’ll have to look after my fences pretty close. He’s a good fighter,
and he’ll be out to win.”
“After what you’ve done for him. Don’t you think that will make a
difference, Waring?”
His friend laughed without mirth. “What have I done for him? I left him
in the snow to die, and while a good many thousand other people would
bless me for it, probably he has a different point of view.”
“I was thinking of what you did for his wife.”
“You’ve said it exactly. I did it for her, not for him. I’ll accept
nothing from Harley on that account. He is outside of the friendship
between her and me, and he can’t jimmy his way in.”
Yesler shrugged his shoulders. “All right. I’ll order a rig hitched for
you and drive you over myself. I want to talk over this senatorial
fight anyhow. The way things look now it’s going to be the rottenest
session of the legislature we’ve ever had. Sometimes I’m sick of being
mixed up in the thing, but I got myself elected to help straighten out
things, and I’m certainly going to try.”
“That’s right, Sam. With a few good fighters like you we can win out.
Anything to beat the Consolidated.”
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