CHAPTER XXVIII
FOREBODINGS
Almost at once they struck a fresh trail, made by a number of horsemen riding in a bunch, which led diagonally across middle pasture. It was easy to follow, and Hardenberg pushed his men hard to make up for delays which were likely to come later on. For a time Buck rode beside the sheriff, discussing their plans and explaining the lay of the land. Then he fell back a little to chat with Jessup.
“I’m sure glad of one thing,” Bud said emphatically, after a few desultory remarks. “Miss Mary won’t be bothered no more now with that son-of-a-gun hangin’ around an’ makin’ eyes.”
Stratton turned on him suddenly. “Who the devil do you mean?” he demanded sharply.
“Why, Tex, of course,” shrugged Jessup. “He used to put in considerable time soft-soapin’ around her. A hell of a nerve, I’ll say, makin’ up to such as her.”
Buck scowled. “I never saw anything like that,” he said brusquely, “except maybe once,” he added. 277 With a sudden recollection of that afternoon they moved the herd out of south pasture.
“Likely not,” returned Bud. “He wasn’t so bad till after yuh went. I got the notion he took to courtin’ her, yuh might say, as a kind of last hope. If he could figger on gettin’ her to marry him, he’d have the ranch an’ everythin’ on it without no more trouble at all. You’d think even a scoundrel like him would see she wouldn’t look at him.”
“Did he— Was he—”