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The heavy hand fell upon his hair and stroked it. "There ain't no ways of doubting it. It's red silk, like the hair of Irene. Seein' you, boy, it ain't so hard to die. Look up! So! Pierre, my son! Are you scared of me, boy?" "I'm not afraid." "Not with them eyes you ain't. Now that you're here, pay the coyotes and let 'em go off to gnaw the bones."
Arizona shot a quick, disdainful glance at the powerful figure of the parson's progeny, and went on in his own peculiar fashion fashion "Wal, it so happened that the records o' the 'U bar U's' kind o' got noised abroad some, as they say in the gospel. Them coyotes as reckoned they wus smart 'lowed as even the cattle found a shortage o' liquid by reason of an onnatural thirst on that ranch.
He heard none, and like a man in a dream he felt his way to the lifeless form beside the wall. He seized the shoulders of the breed's coat, dragged him like a sack of straw, and as easily hurled his body through the doorway into the drifts. Two bodies lay there now. But only the coyotes, seekers of the dead, had interest in them. He turned, then stood swaying slightly, in the doorway.
There was no sign of a chair; a huddle of blankets on the bare boards of the floor made the bed; a saddle hung by one stirrup on one side and on the other side leaned the skins of bob-cats, lynx, and coyotes on their stretching and drying boards. Haw-Haw took down the lantern and examined the pelts. The animals had been skinned with the utmost dexterity.
"Of course you don't know anything about it." "It isn't my fault, though. I've been unfortunate in my bringing up, that's all." He turned on his side and leaned upon his elbow so he could look at her. "You see, I've been brought up to believe that Mormons were about as bad as Mexicans. And Mexicans are so mean that even coyotes won't touch them.
Thus she watched as Brodie gripped the slack of Gratton's coat shoulders and shoved the body out into the snow. She even marked how the living man spat after the dead. "Go to the coyotes," he muttered. "They're your kind." Gloria knew that if she took a step Jarrold would clutch her again. So she stood very still.
That ain't the point, which is, that after two months I had them long-laigs so they'd drop everythin' and come kitin' at the HONK-HONK of that horn. It was a purty sight to see 'em, sailin' in from all directions twenty foot at a stride. I was proud of 'em, and named 'em the Honk-honk Breed. We didn't have no others, for by now the coyotes and bob-cats had nailed the straight-breds.
Presently I heard a long wild howl down in the woods, and knew by the "whirr-ree, whirr-ree" in it that it proceeded from the throat of the dreaded buffalo wolf, or Kosh-e-nee, of the prairies. There was another howl, then another, and another, and, finally, a loud chorus of a dozen. Instantly silence fell among the coyotes, and they began to scatter.
He lost the light for a while, but the coyotes' chorus told him he was approaching the campfire. Presently the light danced through the black branches, and soon grew into a flame. Stooping low, with bushy mesquites between him and the fire, Gale advanced. The coyotes were in full cry. Gale heard the tramping, stamping thumps of many hoofs. The sound worried him.
Would he get decent burial or be left for the peccaries and the coyotes? Would his people ever know where he had fallen? How wretched, how miserable his state! It was cowardly, it was monstrous for him to cling longer to this doomed life. Then the hate in his heart, the hellish hate of these men on his trail that was like a scourge. He felt no longer human.
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