“He looked me up and down very earnestly for a minute, and then he said: ‘What is there under the roof of heaven like the love of an honest woman! It makes the world worth livin’ in.’
“‘Yes,’ said I, ‘when love has hope, and a place to lay its head.’
“‘Take this,’ said he—and he drew from his pocket his watch—‘and carry it to him with the regard of Duke Lawless, and this for yourself’—fetching from his pocket a revolver and putting it into my hands; ‘for the prairies are but rough places after all, and it’s better to be safe than—worried.... Never fear though but the prairies will bring back the finest of blooms to your cheek, if fair enough it is now, and flush his eye with pride of you; and God be with you both, if a sinner may say that, and breakin’ no saint’s prerogative.’ And he mounted to ride away, havin’ shaken my hand like a brother; but he turned again before he went, and said: ‘Tell him and his comrades that I’ll shoulder my gun and join them before the world is a year older, if I can. For that land is God’s land, and its people are my people, and I care not who knows it, whatever here I be.’
“I worked my way across the sea, and stayed awhile in the East earning money to carry me over the land and into the Pipi Valley. I joined a party of emigrants that were goin’ westward, and travelled far with them. But they quarrelled and separated, I goin’ with these that I liked best. One night though, I took my horse and left; for I knew there was evil in the heart of a man who sought me continually, and the thing drove me mad. I rode until my horse could stumble no farther, and then I took the saddle for a pillow and slept on the bare ground. And in the morning I got up and rode on, seein’ no house nor human being for manny and manny a mile. When everything seemed hopeless I came suddenly upon a camp. But I saw that there was only one man there, and I should have turned back, but that I was worn and ill, and, moreover, I had ridden almost upon him. But he was kind. He shared his food with me, and asked me where I was goin’. I told him, and also that I had quarrelled with those of my party and had left them nothing more. He seemed to wonder that I was goin’ to Pipi Valley; and when I had finished my tale he said: ‘Well, I must tell you that I am not good company for you. I have a name that doesn’t pass at par up here. To speak plain truth, troopers are looking for me, and—strange as it may be—for a crime which I didn’t commit. That is the foolishness of the law. But for this I’m making for the American border, beyond which, treaty or no treaty, a man gets refuge.’
“He was silent after that, lookin’ at me thoughtfully the while, but in a way that told me I might trust him, evil though he called himself. At length he said: ‘I know a good priest, Father Corraine, who has a cabin sixty miles or more from here, and I’ll guide you to him, if so be you can trust a half-breed and a gambler, and one men call an outlaw. If not, I’m feared it’ll go hard with you; for the Cypress Hills are not easy travel, as I’ve known this many a year. And should you want a name to call me, Pretty Pierre will do, though my godfathers and godmothers did different for me before they went to Heaven.’ And nothing said he irreverently, father.”
Here the priest looked up and answered: “Yes, yes, I know him well—an evil man, and yet he has suffered too... Well, well, my daughter?”
“At that he took his pistol from his pocket and handed it. ‘Take that,’ he said. ‘It will make you safer with me, and I’ll ride ahead of you, and we shall reach there by sundown, I hope.’
“And I would not take his pistol, but, shamed a little, showed him the one Sir Duke Lawless gave me. ‘That’s right,’ he said, ‘and, maybe, it’s better that I should carry mine, for, as I said, there are anxious gentlemen lookin’ for me, who wish to give me a quiet but dreary home. And see,’ he added, ‘if they should come you will be safe, for they sit in the judgment seat, and the statutes hang at their saddles, and I’ll say this for them, that a woman to them is as a saint of God out here where women and saints are few.’
“I do not speak as he spoke, for his words had a turn of French; but I knew that, whatever he was, I should travel peaceably with him. Yet I saw that he would be runnin’ the risk of his own safety for me, and I told him that I could not have him do it; but he talked me lightly down, and we started. We had gone but a little distance, when there galloped over a ridge upon us, two men of the party I had left, and one, I saw, was the man I hated; and I cried out and told Pretty Pierre. He wheeled his horse, and held his pistol by him. They said that I should come with them, and they told a dreadful lie—that I was a runaway wife; but Pierre answered them they lied. At this, one rode forward suddenly, and clutched me at my waist to drag me from my horse. At this, Pierre’s pistol was thrust in his face, and Pierre bade him cease, which he did; but the other came down with a pistol showin’, and Pierre, seein’ they were determined, fired; and the man that clutched at me fell from his horse. Then the other drew off; and Pierre got down, and stooped, and felt the man’s heart, and said to the other: ‘Take your friend away, for he is dead; but drop that pistol of yours on the ground first.’ And the man did so; and Pierre, as he looked at the dead man, added: ‘Why did he make me kill him?’
“Then the two tied the body to the horse, and the man rode away with it. We travelled on without speakin’ for a long time, and then I heard him say absently: ‘I am sick of that. When once you have played shuttlecock with human life, you have to play it to the end—that is the penalty. But a woman is a woman, and she must be protected.’ Then afterward he turned and asked me if I had friends in Pipi Valley; and because what he had done for me had worked upon me, I told him of the man I was goin’ to find. And he started in his saddle, and I could see by the way he twisted the mouth of his horse that I had stirred him.”