Arizona -- Fiction; Love stories; Vendetta -- Fiction; Western stories
She appeared with the dawn, still clad in white, and stood poised
against the blackness of the doorway; but this time she did not wave,
just stood gazing at the hills until abruptly she turned and went in.
Hall was hidden in a thicket of bristling manzanita on the brow of a
pineclad ridge; and his horses, staked and hobbled, were concealed in
a hollow, where he could keep them under his eye. He slept, for no man
could creep up to his hiding place without snapping a thousand rough
twigs; and when he awoke it was raining again and the thunder was
rolling along the hills. Taking shelter beneath a tree he threw his
slicker over his shoulders and watched the swift rush of the clouds;
the lightning that flashed and stabbed, making the earth tremble at its
shock, until at last the great pageant rolled past. The sun came out
warm, gleaming like silver from the thunder-heads, and down at the Rock
House men mounted dancing ponies and went scampering away up the trail.
Hall counted them as they went, eleven cowboys in all, and as he spied
a great horse-herd trotting in from the north he guessed the cause of
their haste. This was another of those bands of Mormon horses, taken
by force from the ranchers above the Rim; and unless he was mistaken
the Avenging Angels from Mountain Meadow would not be far behind.
They would come riding as before, disguised as raiding Apaches with
horse-tails and handkerchiefs on their heads; and every man at the Rock
House would be needed that night to hold the herd against them. There
might even be a fight, for the Mormons were determined--and while they
were drawn away he could ride to the Rock House and steal Allifair in
spite of them!
The sun went down behind a bank of angry clouds, every stream-bed in
the Basin was awash; and the rumble of the distant waters told of
greater floods to be crossed if they endeavored to escape across Turkey
Creek. But no sooner was it night than he rode boldly down the ridge,
leaving his horses just behind the Indian mound. Men were dashing to
and fro but something bade him be venturesome and he stood out boldly
against the sky; then he crouched back and waited, for the dogs had
begun to bark, and at last she came running up the path. They did not
stop, even for a lover's kiss, but hurried away down the hill; and
hardly had they left the Rock House behind them than they heard the hue
and cry. It started at the house with a succession of six pistol shots
and Hall swung from the trail to let the chase go by, for he heard them
coming after him.
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