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Jesse Jackson rode where the law feared to go... but Tex Arnold swore that he would get him!The Jackson Trail is another outstanding western that demands your attention. Packed with enough action and interesting twists to please even the most die-hard fans of the genre, Max Brand leads the reader on a very authentic tale of the Old West the way it was. Written in the thirties, but still fresh and enjoyable today.
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WesternsCHAPTER XXII
Talk ebbed and flowed in a leisurely fashion along the veranda of the Sapphire Saloon. There were twenty stout chairs standing side by side along its ample length, and on a Saturday afternoon, such as this, the chairs were mostly occupied.
Only, from time to time, someone would yawn and say, āLetās liquor,ā and with grudging consent the entire line would heave slowly up and trail through the swinging doors of the barroom. There they had their drink, briefly, and came out again, blinking, gasping a little, and seeming startled as owls by the brilliance of the sunshine. Some said that the proprietor of the Sapphire knew just how to startle the oldest drinker in the world, because he put in a dash of lye to give his whisky an added potency.
After issuing onto the veranda, the entire line sank down again, and the talk began to ripple slowly from end to end of the line. As the current flowed along, most men put in a word, a comment, or a whole sentence to swell the course of the gossip.
There was only one break in the smoothly flowing tide, and that was when it reached the slender man at the farther end of the veranda. For he neither commented nor offered remarks.
This was forgiven in him. For one thing, he was reasonably young. For another, he was a stranger. For a third reason, he had half the look of a tenderfoot, although with his slender hands he manufactured cigarettes with a remarkable skill.
But he rarely spoke. He hardly seemed to listen, but gazed with rather melancholy eyes across the misty width of the valley and at the blue and brown of the mountains beyond it.
After the last exodus from the saloon to the veranda, the tide of talk began again, as usual, and flowed up and down the veranda somewhat as follows:
āHenry Clay Tuckerās got a new cook.ā
It was a solemnly bearded man who pronounced this.
āI seen her at the station when she got off the train.ā
āIāve heard sheās a looker.ā
āYeah, she can look.ā
āTucker never has no she-cooks.ā
āMostly he has Chinks.ā
āWell, heās got a she-cook now. Iāve seen her.ā
āAt his house?ā
āYeah, hanginā out some dish towels on the line in the back yard.ā
āWas she a looker?ā
āShe was kind of far away to see her face. She looked made right, though.ā
āWhat does looks matter? Looks is the bait, and time steals it.ā
āYeah. Take āem at forty and whatās left?ā
āWrinkles and alkali dust!ā
āCalico means trouble.ā
āYeah, even to Jackson!ā
āWho said Jackson?ā
āI said calico meant trouble even to Jackson. Thatās what busted him this time.ā
āHe aināt busted.ā
āHeās on the trail again, though.ā
āBut he aināt busted. Ask Tex Arnold if heās busted.ā
āHeāll get busted some day, and women has done it.ā
āHow have they done it?ā
āIt was a girl that started him off this time. He was all settled down.ā
āIāve heard about that. It was his wedding day.ā
āAnd the girl, she up and slides out a window and runs away on him.ā
āShe took the silver with her, too.ā
āYeah, and his spare hard cash, too.ā
āShe left him flat.ā
āHeāll have her hide for doinā that.ā
āNaw. He aināt that kind. Heās easy with the ladies.ā
āJacksonās smart. He made a clean fool of Arnold.ā
āHe aināt smart enough to fool the women. This one, she made a fool of him. He thought he was gunna marry her. Haw, haw, haw!ā
The slender man at the end of the line drew hard and long upon his cigarette, but, as usual, he said nothing. He merely narrowed his gaze a little as he looked out across the valley.
āYeah, the women can fool even Jackson.ā
āAnd he can fool all the men.ā
āThey say that Tex Arnoldās been asked to resign.ā
āNope, but heās offered to resign.ā
āHe oughta!ā
āDonāt be a fool, son. Nobodyās much worse off because Jacksonās beat āem. He beats everybody.ā
The slender man at the end of the row of chairs crossed his knees and began to swing his foot with a light, irregular, impatient rhythm.
āThey wouldnāt take the resignation of Tex Arnold.ā
āThey better not! Heās a good man, all right.ā
āThey donāt come much faster than Tex, with a gun.ā
āExcept Jackson.ā
āAw, leave Jackson be for a while, will you?ā
āThatās what you say. You know what he last done to Arnold?ā
āYou mean up in the caƱon?ā
āYeah.ā
āIāve heard about that.ā
āI was talkinā to one of the boys that was there. He told me.ā
āWhat did he say?ā
āThey had Jackson all ringed around. He didnāt have no chance. They had a solid line of bonfires. He didnāt have no chances at all.ā
āWhat did he do then?ā
āWhy, he runs up with a pole and vaults over the fire.ā
āGo on!ā
āThatās what you say. But this other gent, he seen it.ā
āI donāt believe it.ā
āThatās what happened, though. And where Jackson lands is right on top of Tex Arnold. And he rolls off of Tex into the brush. Thatās how he gets away.ā
āWhacha think of that!ā
āAnd Arnoldās hoss is the one that he ride off. A gray.ā
āA bay hoss, you mean.ā
āNo, it was a gray.ā
āIt was a bay hoss. I heard that clear and straight.ā
āWhat sort of looking is Jackson?ā
āSmallish, Iāve heard say.ā
āBiggish. Long and lean. Regular smart Westerner. Texas type.ā
āThatās because he wears highish heels onto his boots. But heās really small.ā
āHe lifted eight hundred and fifty pounds of cast iron junk onto a scales. Thatās how small he is.ā
āHe done it with a trick, then.ā
Said the slender man at the end of the row:
āWho is Henry Clay Tucker?ā
He said it softly, to his companion, and his neighbor answered:
āAw, heās the father of a kid thatās just gone off and joined up with that murdering Doctor Hayman gang. Heās a rancher, out yonder, on the Dole Road.ā
āSeems to me that Iāve heard of him,ā said the other.
āYou might of. Heās the unluckiest man in this here county.ā
āUnluckiest?ā
āIāll tell a man! First he ups and loses his wife, right young. And then their daughter, she dies. And now the boy, he goes and joins the Hayman gang.ā
āWhat for?ā said the inquirer.
āWhy do kids go wrong?ā replied the other. āMaybe because he got tired of sitting at the table across from his paās sour face. Which it sure would turn sweet milk with one look, and no mistake.ā
Said the man beyond, who had overheard the conversation:
āIt was a gambling debt.ā
āGo on!ā
āIt was. Young Jack Tucker, he does some gambling with Pete Borrow. And Pete takes him down the line and trims him good. He owes Pete a hundred and fifty bucks. He can only pay half of that. Then he goes home and asks his old man for the rest of the cash, and the old man wonāt give it to him. So then he goes and sells himself to Hayman, and Hayman buys him in, and pays off the rest of the cash to Pete.ā
āIs that how young Jack rode up Willow Lane?ā
āThatās how. Jack was always wild, but he was always straight. Heāll go to hell now.ā
āSure he will. Hayman takes āem all to hell along with himself.ā
Said the man at the end of the row:
āHayman is the fellow who robbed the Wells Fargo safe and killed the three guards, isnāt he?ā
āYeah. Thatās Hayman.ā
āSingle handed?ā
āYeah. Thatās Hayman. Heās done moreān that, single handed, when his back was against the wall. Heās sure death.ā
Another who had overheard the last remarks broke in:
āThere would be a man for Jackson to tackle.ā
āHeād be too hard for Jackson.ā
āYeah, heād be too hard for anybody.ā
āA good pile too hard.ā
The man at the end of the row stood up and stretched his supple body, delicately, carefully, as though he wished to test every muscle. He stretched as a cat stretches, limb by limb, and yet without too much gesticulation. Then he sighed and shrugged his shoulders more comfortably into his coat.
After that, he made himself a fresh cigarette, lighted it, and, crossing the veranda, went down the steps between the two watering troughs. He went down the line of the horses and paused behind a tall, finely made gray gelding.
āLook out there!ā bellowed the man of the large beard. āWatch yourself when you go in there. That buckskināll kick the hat off your head!ā
āYou mean this buckskin?ā said the slender stranger.
And with wonderful ignorance, he laid his hand actually upon the hip of the buckskin in question.
āThatās the one!ā thundered the bearded man. āHeāll have your head off you in another second.ā
The stranger smiled.
āIt doesnāt seem to be his kicking day,ā said he, and, pressing in carelessly between this horse and his own, he untied the lead rope, mounted, and passed off up the road.
A little silence spread along the veranda.
āNow, whoās he?ā asked the bearded man, muttering.
Heads were shaken, and someone muttered, heard by all in the silence:
āWell, heās somebody!ā
CHAPTER XXIII
When Jackson was free of the village, he put the gray into a long, raking canter and did not draw up until he approached a nest of poplar trees at a culvert. There he drew rein and whistled.
Red-headed Pete immediately stepped into view and blinked at the rider.
āHow are the boys?ā asked Jackson.
āSleepinā,ā said Pete. āTheyāre done in. Iād be sleepinā, too, except that my nerves have got the jumps. Iād like to have about a quart of red-eye to quiet me down!ā
āBoy,ā said Jackson, āyouāre going to have enough jack to buy a whole tank full of red-eye, before youāre through with this. Have you got everything else that you want?ā
āAy,ā said Pete, āexcept a free trail!ā
āYou want the world with a fence around it,ā said Jackson. āWhatās the matter with you, Pete? If thereās a marshal and a posse looking for the three of youāand meāitās all the more reason why we should enjoy our riding. Thatās the salt in the egg, Pete. You canāt eat eggs without salt, can you?ā
Pete grinned dubiously back at his employer.
āAll right,ā he said. āI know you, Jackson. At least, I know the title page and how the first chapter begins of you. I guess nobody else knows much more. Whatās the news?ā
āI think that Iāve located the girl again,ā said Jackson.
āHey! Near here?ā
āYes. At a place owned by a fellow named Tucker. Out yonder on the Dole Road. I may be wrong. Iām taking a long step. But I have an idea that Iām right.ā
āYou mostly are,ā said Pete. āI never thought that youād pick her up again this quick. But if sheās there, maybe the marshal is there, too.ā
āNo, not as soon as this,ā said Jackson, with conviction. āNot unless sheās told him where she went.ā
āDo we ride that way with you?ā
āWait till the boys have had their sleep out,ā said Jackson. āThen you trail along up the road. Cut over yonder off the main trail. I can see cowpaths through those hills. Ride over yonder, and Iāll try to pick you up before dark.ā
Pete scratched his head.
āListen, chief,ā said he. āMostly youāre right. But whacha gain by trailinā around after a girl thatās turned you down? Aināt it better sense for you to take the three of us and turn us onto a job where thereās real money to play for?ā
Jackson listened in patience. Then he said:
āLet me work my own trail, Pete. Do what Iāve told you. Do you want higher pay?ā
āMe?ā said Pete. āHigher pay for just settinā around with nothing to do but to dodge a few slugs of lead, a couple of times a day? Why, Jackson, weāve hardly got enough to do to keep us warm. All weāve got to do, mostly, is to keep from beinā turned cold forever.ā
Jackson smiled.
āDo what I said,ā he suggested. āRemember, Pete, that thereās a bonus for you, all three, when I finish with you, and a bonus that will make your head swim.ā
He left Pete with these instructions and sent the gray at the same long canter sweeping up the road. Where it branched, he turned onto the long, meandering stretch of rutted, hoof-beaten gray which had been pointed out to him as the Dole Road. And so he came to the ranch house of Henry Clay Tucker.
It was not an ordinary ranch house. It was inhabited by people who had not deliberately cut down all of the trees around the place for the sake of getting easier firewood. Instead, the trees had bee...