Chapter 45
Chapter 45 of Gunside Pass, How Oil Came to the Cattle Country and Brought a New West, by William McLeod Rain. This LibriVox recording is in the public domain. Joyce Makes Pies Juan Otero carried the news back to Malapi. He had been waiting on the crest of the hill to see the issue of the adventure and had come forward when Dave gave him a signal.
Shorty brought Keith in from where he had left the boy in the brush. The youngster flew into his sister's arms. They wept over each other, and she petted him with caresses and little kisses. Afterward, she had made some supper from the supplies Doble had laid in for his journey south. The men went down to the creek, where they bathed and washed their wounds.
Darkness had not yet fallen when they went to sleep, all of them exhausted by the strain through which they had passed. Not until the cold crystal dawn did they awaken. Joyce was the first up. She had breakfast well underway before she had Keith call the still-sleeping men.
With the power of quick recuperation which an outdoor life had given them, both Shorty and Dave were fit for any exertion again, though Sanders was still suffering from his burns. After they had eaten, they saddled. Shorty gave them a casual nod of farewell.
Tell Applegate he can look me up in Mexico if he wants me, he said. Joyce would not let it go at that. She made him shake hands. He was in the saddle and her eyes lifted to his and showered gratitude on him. We'll never forget you.
Never, she promised. And we do so hope you'll be prosperous and happy. He grinned down at her sheepishly. Same to you, miss, he said, and added with a flash of audacity. To you and Dave both.
He headed south, the others north. From the hilltop Dave looked back at the squat figure steadily diminishing with distance. Shorty was moving towards Mexico, unhasting and with a certain sureness of purpose characteristic of him. Joyce smiled.
It was the first signal of unquenchable youth she had flashed since she had been trapped into this terrible adventure. I believe you admire him, Dave, she mocked. You're just as grateful to him as I am, but you won't admit it. He's not a bad man at all, really.
He's a good man gone bad, but I'll say this for Shorty. He's some man. He'll do to ride the river with. Yes. At the fire, he was the best fighter in my gang.
Saved one of the boys at the risk of his own life. Shorty's no quitter. She shut her teeth on a little wave of emotion. Then, I'm awful sorry for him, she said. He nodded appreciation of her feeling.
I know, but you don't need to worry any. He'll not worry about himself. He's sufficient and he'll get along. They put their horses to the trail again. Crawford met them some miles near town.
He had been unable to wait for their arrival. Neither he nor their children could restrain their emotion at the sight of each other. Dave felt they might like to be alone and left the party to ride across to the Tenda home with Bonita's bulldog revolver. That young woman met him in front of the house.
She was eager for news. Sanders told her what had taken place. They spoke in her tongue. And Juan, is it all right about him? she asked. Juan has wiped the slate clean.
Mr. Crawford wants to know when Bonita is to be married. He has a wedding present for her. She was all happy smiles when he left her. Late that afternoon, Bob Hart reached town. He and Dave were alone in the jackpot offices
when the latter forced himself to open a subject that had always been closed between them. Sanders came to it reluctantly. No man had ever found a truer friend than he and Bob Hart. The thing he was going to do seemed almost like a stab in the back.
How about you and Joyce, Bob? He asked abruptly. The eyes of the two met and held. What about us, Dave? It's like this, Sanders said, flushed and embarrassed.
You were here first. You're entitled to first chance. I meant to keep out of it, but things have come up in spite of me. I want to do whatever seems right to you. My idea is to go away till...
Until you've settled how you stand with her. Is that fair? Bob smiled ruefully. Fair enough, old timer, but no need of it. I never had a chance with Joyce.
Not a dead man's look-in. Found that out before ever you came home. The field's clear as far as I'm concerned. Hop to it and try your luck. Dave took his advice within the hour.
He found Joyce at home in the kitchen. She was making pies energetically. The sleeves of her dress were rolled up to the elbows and there was a dab of flour on her temple where she had brushed back a rebellious wisp of hair.
She blushed prettily at the side of her collar. I didn't know it was you when I called to come in. Thought it was Keith playing a trick on me. Both of them were embarrassed. She did not know what to do with him in the kitchen
and he did not know what to do with himself. The girl was acutely conscious that yesterday she had flung herself into his arms without shame. I'll go right on with my pies if you don't mind, she said. I can talk while I work.
Yes. But neither of them talked. She rolled pie crust while the silence grew significant. Are all your burns still painful? She asked at last to make talk.
Yes. No. Big pardon. I was thinking of something else. Joyce flashed one swift look at him.
She knew that an emotional crisis was upon her. She was going to brush aside the barriers between them. Her pulses began to beat fast. There was the crash of music in her blood. I gotta tell you, Joyce, he said abruptly,
it's been a fight for me ever since I came home. I love you. I think I always have, even when I was in prison. She waited, the eyes in her lovely flushed face shining. I had no right to think of you then, he went on.
I kept away from you. I crushed down hope. I nursed my bitterness to prove to me there could never be anything between us. Then Miller confessed and we took our walk over the hills. After that, the sun shone.
I came out from the mists where I had been living. I'm glad, she said in a low voice. But Miller's confession made no difference in my thought of you. I didn't need that to know you. But I couldn't come to you even then.
I knew how Bob Hart felt and after all he'd done for me, it was fair he should have the first chance. She looked at him, smiling shyly. You're very generous. No, I thought you cared for him. It seemed to me any woman must. There aren't many men like Bob. Not many, she agreed, but I couldn't love Bob because... Her steadfast eyes met his bravely. Because of another man. Always have loved him,
ever since that night years ago when he saved my father's life. Do you really truly love me, Dave? God knows I do, he said, almost in a whisper. I'm glad, oh, awfully glad. She gave him her hands, tears in her soft brown eyes.
Because I've been waiting for you so long, I didn't know whether you were ever coming to me. Crawford found them there ten minutes later. He was looking for Joyce to find him a collar button that was missing. Doggone my hide, he fumed and stopped abruptly, the collar button forgotten.
Joyce flew out of Dave's arms into her father's. Oh, Daddy, Daddy, I'm so happy, she whispered from the depths of his shoulder. The cattleman looked at Dave, and his rough face worked. Boy, you're in luck. Be good to her or I'll sking you alive, he added by way of softening this useless threat.
I'd rather it was you than anybody on earth, Dave. the young man looked at her his joy in life the woman who had brought him back to youth and happiness and he answered with a surge of emotion
I'll sure try the end end of chapter 45 recording by Scotty end of Gunsai Pass
how oil came to the cattle country and brought a new west by William McLeod Rain
