“What––what did you come here for?” stammered the justice.
“To get away from––from back there in that cactus-bordered country of black, lava hills where I was born an’ where I belong!” said Rathburn grimly, sliding into a chair on the opposite side of the table from Brown.
“Listen to me! I was driven out. I’ve ridden for a week with the idea of gettin’ where I wasn’t known an’ where I could maybe get a fresh start, and here I find a reward notice staring me in the face from the top of the first hill I cross after leaving Arizona. I’ve never been here before; I’ve done nothing to molest you or your town; but you sic the pack on me first off an’ hand-running, without any reason, except that you’ve heard things about me, I reckon.”
Brown nodded his head as Rathburn finished. A measure of composure returned to him. His eyes gleamed with cunning as he remembered that his front door was unlocked and some one might by chance come in. But he again felt troubled as he conjectured what might happen in such event.
“You cannot blame me,” he said to Rathburn. “You’ve robbed, and you’re a killer–––”
“That’s what you hear?” thundered Rathburn. “I admit several robberies––holdups of crooked, gambling joints like you’ve got in this town, an’ petty-larceny bankers who robbed poor stockmen with sanction of the law. I’ve killed one man who had it coming to him. But I’ve shouldered the blame for every killing an’ every robbery that’s been staged in the desert country for the last three years. ‘The Coyote did it,’ is what they say, an’ the crooks an’ gunmen that turned the deal go free. I’m talking to you, Brown, as man to man––a thing I’ve never done with any mouthpiece of the law before. 29 I’m trying to show you how you an’ your kind can make a man an outlaw an’ keep him one till somebody shoots him down. I’m sore, Brown, because I know that one of these days I’m going to get it myself!”
The justice saw that the man was in deadly earnest. He saw the hand resting on the table tighten its grip upon the gun.
“I didn’t know all these things,” he said hastily. “I had to judge by what I heard––and read. Why didn’t you make all this known to the Arizona authorities?”
Rathburn laughed harshly. “Because I’d be framed clear across the board,” he said jeeringly. “It’s the law! It’s as much of a crime to rob a thieving gambler or a snake of a whisky runner or peddler as it is to rob a home! I’ve had to rob to live! An’ all the while there’s been the makings of one of the hardest-lookin’ bad men that this Southwest country ever saw in me. And, now that I think of it, why the devil I’ve held off I don’t know!”