I am. But if there’s a better man anywheres about I’d like to meet up with him an’ have him show me. I ain’t but forty-two, Pete, an’ I can whip my weight in wild cats.”
The father’s heart sank. He knew Houck. The man would get by hook or crook what he wanted. He could even foretell what his next move would be.
“She’s only a kid, Jake, not thinkin’ none about gettin’ married. In a year or two, maybe—”
“I’m talkin’ about now, Pete—this week.”
Tolliver wriggled, like a trout on the hook. “What does she say? You spoke of it to her?”
“Sure. She’ll like it fine when she gets her mind used to it. I know how to handle women, Pete. I’m mentionin’ this to you because I want you to use yore influence. See?”
Pete saw, too well. He moistened his lips with the tip of the tongue. “Why, I don’t reckon I could very well do that. A girl’s got to make up her own mind. She’s too young to be figurin’ on marryin’. Better give her time.”
“No.” Houck flung the word out like an oath. “Now. Right away.”
The trapper’s voice took on a plaintive note, almost a whine. “You was sayin’ yoreself, Jake, that she’d have to get used to it. Looks like it wouldn’t be good to rush—”
“She can get used to it after we’re married.”
“O’ course I want to do what’s right by my li’l’ June. You do too for that matter. We wouldn’t either one of us do her a meanness.”
“I’m going to marry her,” Houck insisted harshly.
“When a girl loses her mother she’s sure lost her best friend. It’s up to her paw to see she gets a square deal.” There was a quaver of emotion in Tolliver’s voice. “I don’t reckon he can make up to her—”
A sound came from Houck’s throat like a snarl. “Are you tryin’ to tell me that Pete Tolliver’s girl is too good for me? Is that where you’re driftin’?”
“Now don’t you get mad, Jake,” the older man pleaded. “These here are different times. I don’t want my June mixed up with—with them Brown’s Park days an’ all.”
“Meanin’ me?”
“You’re twistin’ my words, Jake,” the father went on, an anxious desire to propitiate frowning out of the wrinkled face. “I ain’t sayin’ a word against you. I’m explainin’ howcome I to feel like I do. Since I—bumped into that accident in the Park—”
Houck’s ill-natured laugh cut the sentence. It was a jangled dissonance without mirth. “What accident?” he jeered.
“Why—when I got into the trouble—”
“You mean when Jas Stuart caught you rustlin’ an’ you murdered him an’ went to the pen. That what you mean?” he demanded loudly.
Tolliver caught his sleeve. “S-sh! She don’t know a thing about it. You recollect I told you that.”
The other nodded, hard eyes gloating over the rancher’s distress. “An’ o’ course she don’t know you broke jail at Cañon City an’ are liable to be dragged back if any one should happen to whisper to the sheriff.”
“Not a thing about all that. I wouldn’t holler it out thataway if I was you, Jake,” Tolliver suggested, glancing nervously toward the house. “Maybe I ought to ’a’ told her, but I never did. Her maw died of it, an’ I jes’ couldn’t make out to tell June. You see yoreself how it would be, Pete. Her a li’l’ trick with nobody but me. I ain’t no great shakes, but at that I’m all she’s got. I figured that ’way off here, under another name, they prob’ly never would find me.”
“Pretty good guess, Pete Purdy.”
“Don’ call me that,” begged Tolliver.
Houck showed his teeth in an evil grin. “I forgot. What I was sayin’ was that nobody knows you’re here but me. Most folks have forgot all about you. You can fix things so ’s to be safe enough.”
“You wouldn’t give me away, Jake. You was in on the rustlin’ too. We was pals. It was jes’ my bad luck I met up with Jas that day. I didn’t begin the shooting. You know that.”
“I ain’t likely to give away my own father-in-law, am I?”
Again the close-set, hard eyes clamped fast to the wavering ones of the tortured outlaw. In them Tolliver read an ultimatum. Notice was being served on him that there was only one way to seal Houck’s lips.
That way he did not want to follow. Pete was a weak father, an ineffective one, wholly unable to give expression to the feeling that at times welled up in him. But June was all his life now held. He suffered because of the loneliness their circumstances forced upon her. The best was what he craved for her.
And Jake Houck was a long way from the best. He had followed rough and evil trails all his life. As a boy, in his cowpuncher days, he had been hard and callous. Time had not improved him.
June came to the door of the cabin and called.
“What is it, honey?” Tolliver asked.
“He’s got my shoe. I want it.”
Pete looked at the brogan sticking out of Jake’s pocket. The big fellow forestalled a question.
“I’ll take it to her,” he said.
Houck strode to the house.
“So it’s yore shoe after all,” he grinned.
“Give it here,” June demanded.
“Say pretty please.”
She flashed to anger. “You’re the meanest man I ever did meet.”
“An’ you’re the prettiest barelegged dancer on the Creek,” he countered.
June stamped the one shoe she was wearing. “Are you going to give me that brogan or not?”
“If you’ll let me put it on for you.”
Furious, she flung round and went back into the house.
He laughed delightedly, then tossed the heavy shoe into the room after her. “Here’s yore shoe, girl. I was only foolin’,” he explained.
June snatched up the brogan, stooped, and fastened it.
CHAPTER V
JUNE ASKS QUESTIONS
