Bar-20 Days by Clarence E. Mulford (best black authors TXT) đ
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Johnny shouted after him and then wheeled and raced towards the camp, emptying his Colt in the air as a warning. He saw figures scurrying across the lighted place, and before he had gained it his friends raced past him and gave him hard work catching up to them. And just behind him rode the stranger, to do what he could for his new friends, and as reckless of consequences as they.
It seemed an age before they caught up to the stragglers, and when they realized how true they had ridden in the dark they believed that at last their luck was turning for the better, and pushed on with renewed hope. Hopalong shouted to those nearest him that Bennettâs Creek could not be far away and hazarded the belief that the steers would slow up and stop when they found the water they craved; but his words were lost to all but himself.
Suddenly the punchers were almost trapped and their escape made miraculous, for without warning the herd swerved and turned sharply to the right, crossing the path of the riders and forcing them to the east, showing Hopalong their silhouettes against the streak of pale gray low down in the eastern sky. When free from the sudden press of cattle they slowed perceptibly, and Hopalong did likewise to avoid running them down. At that instant the uproar took on a new note and increased threefold. He could hear the shock of impact, whip-like reports, the bellowing of cattle in pain, and he arose in his stirrups to peer ahead for the reason, seeing, as he did so, the silhouettes of his friends arise and then drop from his sight. Without additional warning his horse pitched forward and crashed to the earth, sending him over its head. Slight as was the warning it served to ease his fall, for instinct freed his feet from the stirrups, and when he struck the ground it was feet first, and although he fell flat at the next instant, the shock had been broken. Even as it was, he was partly stunned, and groped as he arose on his hands and knees. Arising painfully he took a short step forward, tripped and fell again; and felt a sharp pain shoot through his hand as it went first to break the fall. Perhaps it was ten seconds before he knew what it was that had thrown him, and when he learned that he also learned the reason for the whole calamityâin his torn and bleeding hand he held a piece of barb wire.
âBarb wire!â he muttered, amazed. âBarb wire! Why, what theâ Damn that ranch!â he shouted, sudden rage sweeping over him as the situation flashed through his mind and banished all the mental effects of the fall. âTheyâve gone anâ strung it south of the creek as well! Red! Johnny! Lanky!â he shouted at the top of his voice, hoping to be heard over the groaning of injured cattle and the general confusion. âGood Lord! are they killed!â
They were not, thanks to the forced slowing up, and to the pool of water and mud which formed an arm of the creek, a back-water away from the pull of the current. They had pitched into the mud and water up to their waists, some head first, some feet first, and others as they would go into a chair. Those who had been fortunate enough to strike feet first pulled out the divers, and the others gained their feet as best they might and with varying degrees of haste, but all mixed profanity and thankfulness equally well; and were equally and effectually disguised.
Hopalong, expecting the silence of death or at least the groaning of injured and dying, was taken aback by the fluent stream of profanity which greeted his ears. But all efforts in that line were eclipsed when the drive foreman tersely explained about the wire, and the providential mud bath was forgotten in the new idea. They forthwith clamored for war, and the sooner it came the better they would like it.
âNot now, boys; weâve got work to do first,â replied Hopalong, who, nevertheless, was troubled grievously by the same itching trigger finger. They subsidedâas a steel spring subsides when held down by a weightâand went off in search of their mounts. Daylight had won the skirmish in the east and was now attacking in force, and revealed a sight which, stilling the profanity for the moment, caused it to flow again with renewed energy. The plain was a shambles near the creek, and dead and dying steers showed where the fence had stood. The rest of the herd had passed over these. The wounded cattle and three horses were put out of their misery as the first duty. The horse that Hopalong had ridden had a broken back; the other two, broken legs. When this work was out of the way the bruised and shaken men gave their attention to the scattered cattle on the other side of the creek, and when Hawkins rode up after wasting time in hunting for the trail in the dark, he saw four men with the herd, which was still scattered; four others near the creek, of whom only Johnny was mounted, and a group of six strangers riding towards them from the west and along the fence, or what was left of that portion of it.
âThatâs awful!â he cried, stopping his limping horse near Hopalong. âAnâ here come the fools that done it.â
âYes,â replied Johnny, his voice breaking from rage, âbut they wonât go back again! I donât care if Iâm killed if I can get one or two of that crowdââ
âShut up, Kid!â snapped Hopalong as the 4X outfit drew near. âI know just how you feel about it; feel that way myself. But there ainât a-going to be no fighting while Iâve got these cows on my hanâs. That gangâll be here when we come back, all right.â
âMebby one or two of âem wonât,â remarked Hawkins, as he looked again over the carnage along the fence. âI never did much pot-shooting, âcept agin Injuns; but I dunnoââ He did not finish, for the strangers were almost at his elbow.
Cranky Joe led the 4X contingent and he did the talking for it without waste of time. âWho the hell busted that fence?â he demanded, belligerently, looking around savagely. Johnnyâs hand twitched at the words and the way they were spoken.
âI did; did you think somebody leaned agin it?â replied Hopalong, very calmly,âso calmly that it was about one step short of an explosion.
âWell, why didnât you go around?â
âThree thousand stampeding cattle donât go âround wire fences in the dark.â
âWell, thatâs not our fault. Reckon you better dig down anâ settle up for the damages, anâ half a cent a head for water; anâ then go âround. You canât stampede through the other fence.â
âThat so?â asked Hopalong.
âReckon it is.â
âYoâre real shore it is?â
âWell thereâs only six of us here, but thereâs six more that we can get blamed quick if we need âem. Itâs so, all right.â
âWell, coming down to figures, thereâs eight here, with two hoss-wranglers anâ a cook to come,â retorted Hopalong, kicking the belligerent Johnny on the shins. âWeâre just about mad enough to tackle anything: ever feel that way?â
âOh, no use getting all het up,â rejoined Cranky Joe. âWe ainât a-going to fight âless we has to. Better pay up.â
âSend yore bills to the ranchâif theyâre O. K., Buckâll pay âem.â
âNix; I take it when I can get it.â
âI ainât got no money with me that I can spare.â
âThen you can leave enough cows to buy back again.â
âIâm not going to pay you one damned cent, anâ the only cows Iâll leave are the dead onesâanâ if I could take them with me Iâd do it. Anâ Iâm not going around the fence, neither.â
âOh, yes; you are. Anâ yoâre going to pay,â snapped Cranky Joe.
âTake it out of the price of two hundred dead cows anâ gimme whatâs left,â Hopalong retorted. âItâll cost you nine of them twelve men to pry it outân me.â
âYou wonât pay?â demanded the other, coldly.
âNot a plugged peso.â
âWell, as I said before, I donât want to fight nobody âless I has to,â replied Cranky Joe. âIâll give you a chance to change yore mind. Weâll be out here after it to-morrow, cash or cows. Thatâll give you twenty-four hours to rest yore herd anâ get ready to drive. Then you pay, anâ go back, âround the fence.â
âAll right; to-morrow suits me,â responded Hopalong, who was boiling with rage and felt constrained to hold it back. If it wasnât for the cowsâ!
Red and three companions swept up and stopped in a swirl of dust and asked questions until Hopalong shut them up. Their arrival and the manner of their speech riled Cranky Joe, who turned around and loosed one more remark; and he never knew how near to death he was at that moment.
âYou fellers must own the earth, the way you act,â he said to Red and his three companions.
âWe ainât fencing it in to prove it,â rejoined Hopalong, his hand on Redâs arm.
Cranky Joe wheeled to rejoin his friends. âTo-morrow,â he said, significantly.
Hopalong and his men watched the six ride away, too enraged to speak for a moment. Then the drive foreman mastered himself and turned to Hawkins. âWhereâs their ranch house?â he demanded, sharply. âThere must be some way out of this, anâ weâve got to find it; anâ before to-morrow.â
âWest; three hoursâ ride along the fence. I could find âem the darkest night what ever happened; I was out there once,â Hawkins replied.
âDescribe âem as exact as you can,â demanded Hopalong, and when Hawkins had done so the Bar-20 drive foreman slapped his thigh and laughed nastily. âOne house with one door anâ only two windowsâare you shore? Good! Whereâs the corrals? Good again! So theyâll take pay for their blasted fence, eh? Cash or cows, hey! Donât want no fight âless itâs necessary, but theyâre going to make us pay for the fence that killed two hundred head, anâ blamed nigh got us, too. Anâ half a cent a head for drinking water! Iâve paid that moreân onceâsome of the poor devils squatting on the range ainât got nothing to sell but water, but I donât buy none out of Bennettâs Creek! Pete, you mounted fellers round up a littleâbunch the herd a little closer, anâ drive straight along the trail towards that other fence. Weâll all help you as soon as the wranglers bring us up something to ride. Push âem hard, limp or no limp, till dark. Theyâll be too tired to go crow-hopping âround any in the dark to-night. Anâ say! When you see that bummer, if he wasnât got by the fence, drop him clean. So theyâve got twelve men, hey! Huh!â
âWhat you going to do?â asked Red, beginning to cool down, and very curious.
âYes; tell us,â urged Johnny.
âWhy, Iâm going to cut that fence, anâ cut it all to hell. Then Iâm going to push the herd through it as far out of danger as I can. When theyâre all right Cookie anâ the hoss-wranglers will have to hold âem during the night while we do the rest.â
âWhatâs the rest?â demanded Johnny.
âOh, Iâll tell you that later; it can wait,â replied Hopalong. âMeanwhile, you get out there with Pete anâ help get the herd in shape. Weâll be with you soonâhere comes the wranglers anâ the cavvieyeh. âBout time, too.â
The herd gained twelve miles by dark and would pass through the northern fence by noon of the
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