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āHām. I reckon youāre right. This railroad has brought some mighty slick ones here. Mighty slick anā gally.ā He looked at her truculently. āCorriganās one of the slick ones. Friend of yours, eh?ā
āClay!ā remonstrated his wife, sharply.
He turned on her roughly. āYou keep out of this! I aināt meaninā nothinā wrong. But I reckon when anyoneās got a sneakinā coyote for a friend anā donāt know it, itās doinā āem a good turn to spit things right out, frank anā fair.
āThis Corrigan aināt on the level, maāam. Do you know what heās doinā? Heās skinninā the folks in this country out of about a hundred thousand acres of land. Heās clouded every damn title. Heās got a fake bill of sale to show that he bought the land years agoāwhich he didnātāanā heās got a little beast of a judge here to back him up in his play. Theyāve done away with the original record of the land, anā rigged up another, which makes Corriganās title clear. Itās the rankest robbery that any man ever tried to pull off, anā if heās a friend of yourn you ought to cut him off your visitinā list!ā
āHow do you know that? Who told you?ā asked the girl, her face whitening, for the manās vehemence and evident earnestness were convincing.
āāBrandā Trevison told me. It hits him mighty damned hard. He had a deed to his land. Corrigan broke open his office anā stole it. Trevisonās certain sure his deed was on the record, for he went to Dry Bottom with Buck Petersāthe man he bought the land fromāanā seen it wrote down on the record!ā He laughed harshly. āThereās goinā to be hell to pay here. Trevison wonāt stand for itāthough the other gillies are advisinā caution. Caution hell! Iām for cleaninā the scum out! Do you know what Corrigan done, yesterday? He got thirty or so deputiesāpluguglies that heās hiredāanā hid āem behind some flat-cars down on the level where theyāre erectinā some mininā machinery. He laid a trap for āFirebrand,ā expectinā him to come down there, rippinā mad because they was puttinā the mininā machinery up on his land, wiāout his permission. They was goinā to shoot himāCorrigan put āem up to it. That Carson felloā heard it anā put āFirebrandā wise. Anā the shootinā didnāt come off. But thatās only the beginninā!ā
āDid Trevison tell you to tell me this?ā The girl was stunned, amazed, incredulous. For her father was concerned in this, and if he had any knowledge that Corrigan was stealing landāif he was stealing itāhe was guilty as Corrigan. If he had no knowledge of it, she might be able to prevent the steal by communicating with him.
āTrevison tell me?ā laughed Levins, scornfully; āāFirebrandā aināt no pussy-kitten fighter which depends on women standinā between him anā trouble. Iām tellinā you on my own hook, soās that big stiff Corrigan wonāt get swelled up, thinkinā heās got a chance to hitch up with you in the matrimonial wagon. That guyās got murder in his heart, girl. Did you hear of me shootinā that sneak, Marchmont?ā The girl had heard rumors of the affair; she nodded, and Levins went on. āIt was Corrigan that hired me to do itāpayinā me a thousand, cash.ā His wife gasped, and he spoke gently to her. āThatās all right, Ma; it wasnāt no cold-blooded affairāJim Marchmont knowed a sister of mine pretty intimate, when he was out here years ago, anā I settled a debt that I thought I owed to her, thatās all. I aināt none sorry, neitherāI knowed him soon as Corrigan mentioned his name. But I hadnāt no time to call his attention to thingsāI had to plug him, sudden. Iām sorry Iāve said this, maāam, now that itās out,ā he said in a changed voice, noting the girlās distress; ābut I felt you ought to know who youāre dealinā with.ā
Rosalind went out, swaying, her knees shaking. She heard Levinsā wife reproving him; heard the man replying gruffly. She felt that it must be so. She cared nothing about Corrigan, beyond a certain regret, but a wave of sickening fear swept over her at the growing conviction that her father must know something of all this. And if, as Levins said, Corrigan was attempting to defraud these people, she felt that common justice required that she head him off, if possible. By defeating Corriganās aim she would, of course, be aiding Trevison, and through him Hester Harvey, whom she had grown to despise, but that hatred should not deter her. She mounted her horse in a fever of anxiety and raced it over the plains toward Manti, determined to find Corrigan and force him to tell her the truth.
Half way to town she saw a rider coming, and she slowed her own horse, taking the rider to be Corrigan, coming to the Bar B. She saw her mistake when the rider was within a hundred feet of her. She blushed, then paled, and started to pass the rider without speaking, for it was Trevison. She looked up when he urged Nigger against her animal, blocking the trail, frowning.
āLook here,ā he said; āwhatās wrong? Why do you avoid me? I saw you on the Diamond K range the other day, and when I started to ride toward you you whipped up your horse. You tried to pass me just now. What have I done to deserve it?ā
She could not tell him about Hester Harvey, of course, and so she was silent, blushing a little. He took her manner as an indication of guilt, and gritted his teeth with the pain that the discovery caused him, for he had been hoping, tooāthat his suspicions of her were groundless.
āI do not care to discuss the matter with you.ā She looked fairly at him, her resentment flaming in her eyes, fiercely indignant over his effrontery in addressing her in that manner, after his affair with Hester Harvey. She was going to help him, but that did not mean that she was going to blind herself to his faults, or to accept them mutely. His bold confidence in himselfāwhich she had once admiredārepelled her now; she saw in it the brazen egotism of the gross sensualist, seeking new victims.
āI am in a hurry,ā she said, stiffly; āyou will pardon me if I proceed.ā
He jumped Nigger off the trail and watched with gloomy, disappointed eyes, her rapid progress toward Manti. Then he urged Nigger onward, toward Levinsā cabin. āIāll have to erect another monument to my faith in women,ā he muttered. And certain reckless, grim thoughts that had rioted in his mind since the day before, now assumed a definiteness that made his blood leap with eagerness.
Later, when Rosalind sat opposite Corrigan at his desk, she found it hard to believe Levinsā story. The big manās smooth plausibility made Levinsā recital seem like the weird imaginings of a disordered mind, goaded to desperation by opposition. And again, his magnetism, his polite consideration for her feelings, his ingenuous, smiling deferenceāso sharply contrasted with Trevisonās direct bluntnessāswayed her, and she sat, perplexed, undecided, when he finished the explanation she had coldly demanded of him.
āIt is the invariable defense of these squatters,ā he added; āthat they are being robbed. In this case they have embellished their hackneyed tale somewhat by dragging the court into it, and telling you that absurd story about the shooting of Marchmont. Could you tell me what possible interest I could have in wanting Marchmont killed? Donāt you think, Miss Rosalind, that Levinsā reference to his sister discloses the real reason for the manās action? Levinsā story that I paid him a thousand dollars is a fabrication, pure and simple. I paid Jim Marchmont a thousand dollars that morning, which was the balance due him on our contract. The transaction was witnessed by Judge Lindman. After Marchmont was shot, Levins took the money from him.ā
āWhy wasnāt Levins arrested?ā
āIt seems that public opinion was with Levins. A great many people here knew of the ancient trouble between them.ā He passed from that, quickly. āThe tale of the robbery of Trevisonās office is childlike, for the reason that Trevison had no deed. Judge Lindman is an honored and respected official. Andāā he added as a last argument āāyour father is the respected head of a large and important railroad. Is it logical to suppose that he would lend his influence and his good name to any such ridiculous scheme?ā
She sighed, almost convinced. Corrigan went on, earnestly:
āThis man Trevison is a disturberāhe has always been that. He has no respect for the law or property. He associates with the self-confessed murderer, Levins. He is a riotous, reckless, egotistical fool who, because the law stands in the way of his desires, wishes to trample it under foot and allow mob rule to take its place. Do you remember you mentioned that he once loved a woman named Hester Keyes? Well, he has brought Hester hereāā
She got up, her chin at a scornful angle. āI do not care to hear about his personal affairs.ā She went out, mounted her horse, and rode slowly out the Bar B trail. From a window Corrigan watched her, and as she vanished into the distance he turned back to his desk, meditating darkly.
āTrevison put Levins up to that. Heās showing yellow.ā
Rosalindās reflections as she rode toward the Bar B convinced her that there had been much truth in Corriganās arraignment of Trevison. Out of her own knowledge of him, and from his own admission to her on the day they had ridden to Blakeleyās the first time, she adduced evidence of his predilection for fighting, of his utter disregard for accepted authorityāwhen that authority disagreed with his conception of justice; of his lawlessness when his desires were in question. His impetuosity was notorious, for it had earned him the sobriquet āFirebrand,ā which he could not have acquired except through the exhibition of those traits that she had enumerated.
She was disappointed and spiritless when she reached the ranchhouse, and very tired, physically. Agathaās questions irritated her, and she ate sparingly of the food set before her, eager to be alone. In the isolation of her room she lay dumbly on the bed, and there the absurdity of Levinsā story assailed her. It must be as Corrigan had saidāher father was too great a man to descend to such despicable methods. She dropped off to sleep.
When she awoke the sun had gone down, and her room was cheerless in the semi-dusk. She got up, washed, combed her hair, and much refreshed, went downstairs and ate heartily, Agatha watching her narrowly.
āYou are distraught, my dear,ā ventured her relative. āI donāt think this country agrees with you. Has anything happened?ā
The girl answered evasively, whereat Agatha compressed her lips.
āDonāt you think that a trip Eastāā
āI shall not go home this summer!ā declared Rosalind, vehemently. And noting the flash in the girlās eyes, belligerent and defiant; her swelling breast, the warning brilliance of her eyes, misty with pent-up emotion, Agatha wisely subsided and the meal was finished in a strained silence.
Later, Rosalind went out, alone, upon the porch where, huddled in a big rocker, she gazed gloomily at the lights of Manti, dim and distant. Something of the turmoil and the tumult of the town in its young strength and vigor, assailed her, contrasting sharply with the solemn peace of her own surroundings. Life had been a very materialistic problem to her, heretofore. She had lived it according to her environment, a mere onlooker, detached from the scheme of things. Something of the meaning of life trickled into her consciousness as she sat there watching the flickering lights of the townāsomething of the meaning
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