came Millie with Art Malloy behind her. Miss Stein looked defiantly at her maid and said: âI changed my mind, Millie.â
âChanged your mind, maâam,â cried the maid. âWell, I havenât changed mine.â
Malloy barked: âWhatâs all this about, McAllister?â
âIâm on my way, marshal,â McAllister told him.
âOver my dead body,â said Malloy.
âYou tell him, marshal,â said Millie.
âHe couldnât live with himself if he didnât go,â Nellie Stein said.
âHe wonât live long if he tries riding like he is,â Malloy offered.
âYou wonât do much good standinâ there jawinâ, Malloy.â McAllister snarled. âYou want to do somethinâ useful, you come along to the hotel with me and help tote my gear.â
âLike â heck I will.â
Ten minutes later, Malloy was in McAllisterâs hotel room helping him with his gear. It was a great relief to McAllister to be clear of Millie and her sharp cockney tongue. Then he and Malloy were heading downtown to the livery and T ousting out the old man there. Malloy sullenly saddled the canelo, muttering that he was helping to kill a man and a lot he cared. If a man wanted to kill himself, he reckoned that was his own business. Getting into the saddle was a real chore for McAllister and Malloy had to give him a boost into the saddle. The old man cackled at McAllisterâs discomfort.
âLook kinda like you was kicked by a mule,â was his comment which was received by McAllister with a baleful glare.
âWell,â McAllister said, âthanks for your help, marshal.â
âIf those ribs donât kill you,â Malloy said, âForster and his men will.â
âWanta bet?â McAllister demanded.
âAw, shucks. You have that kind of foolâs luck, youâll get away with it.â
McAllister smiled.
âThatâs what Iâm bankinâ on.â He lifted the caneloâs lines and went out of the yard at a walk. At the gate he turned and lifted a hand in farewell.
The old man cackled derisively.
âThere goes a danged fool,â he said.
Malloy looked at him coldly and said: âThere goes a brave man.â
McAllister walked the horse out of town, not daring to lift it into a trot, but once across the creek, he knew that he would have to make a better pace than that if his ride was going to be at all worthwhile. He kneed the canelo into a swinging trot and the animal hit a pace so smooth that he might have known what his master most wanted. McAllister kept it to it for a mile, then, bathed in sweat and in considerable pain, he slowed once more to a walk. The thought hit him that he wasnât going to make it, that he had made a complete fool of himself and would be forced to return to town, but he kept on going.
The sun came up and warmed his back. He started to think about his plans, working out in his mind how far along the Nations line Sam would go before he swung the herd north into Kansas, how long it would take Forster to locate it. Thinking took his mind off his pain. He lifted the pace again and the canelo hit a foxtrot that was the easiest pace to bear. They made better progress and McAllisterâs mood cheered. Suddenly, it seemed possible that he would make out. He began to see slight hope that he would be able to reach Sam before the Kansas men did.
He stopped and rested at noon, easing himself carefully from the saddle and wondering how the hell he was going to get back up again. He loosened the horseâs girth and took the bit from its mouth so that it could graze the better. Then he lay down in the horseâs shade and slept.
He slept longer than he had intended, as he saw from the sun when he woke. Getting to his feet, he washed his mouth out with water, tightened the girth, put the bit back in the horseâs mouth and started to get into the saddle. Once
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