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Updated: June 24, 2025
I had insisted upon walking to the school-house, telling Alf that all I wanted was to know the direction, but he declared that it was no more than just that I should be driven over the first morning of the session. So, together we went on the buck-board.
I'm tellin' you mine, which is that Jim Waring goes to Stacey just the first minute he can put his foot in a buck-board. And he's goin' peaceful. I got a gun on me that says so." "The law is the law. I can run you in for packin' concealed weapons, Mr. Shoop." "Run me in!" chuckled Shoop. "Nope. You'd spile the door. But let me tell you.
A little before sundown Mac set out, after instructing the Katherine to "get the buck-board off early," and just before the Katherine "turned in" for the night, the Maluka went to the office to settle accounts with Mine Host. In five minutes he was back, standing among the ponchianas, and then after a little while of silence he said gently: "Mac was right.
She'll think she's the lost heiress that was carried off in the mountains the one I told her about." "I tell you I will not hear a word of it. She may be ill or something; it would scare her to death." "I'll ask her if she's ill before I let the boys rob the buck-board. What dye say, mother? Just this once."
In his new and ebullient spirits he felt that he could hardly wait two weeks for the spectacle Whittaker in the middle seat of a buck-board, on that six-mile carry road. And when the day came, Jerrard, now bronzed, alert and agile walked out over the Poquette Carry, paddled down to Sunkhaze, and received his superior with open arms.
The first shot cracked the back of the seat within the two-inch space between the shoulders of Littlefield and Miss Derwent. The next went through the dashboard and Littlefield's trouser leg. The district attorney hustled Nancy out of the buck-board to the ground. She was a little pale, but asked no questions.
But we understood the road better and the buck-board better, and our load was lighter, hence the distance was more easily accomplished. I saw a solitary robin by the roadside, and wondered what could have brought this social and half-domesticated bird so far into these wilds. In La Grande Brûlure, a hermit thrush perched upon a dry tree in a swampy place and sang most divinely.
There hung in the heavy air a dull, low rumble as of thunder in the far-off mountains. There seemed a faint quiver and tremor of the soil. Was there distant earthquake? Suddenly a wild yell, a scream from Moreno's buck-board, a half-stifled shriek from the white-covered wagon. The man in blue leaped forth and made a mad dash for the nearest riderless horse. Whips cracked and bit and stung.
The western road led on across the mountains past the great cañon. The other swept south through cattle land and into the rough hills beyond which lay Phoenix and the old Apache Trail. He hailed a buck-board coming down the southern road. The driver had seen nothing of a buckskin horse. Ramon hesitated, closing his eyes.
After being nearly bumped out of the buck-board several times, I asked if there wasn't any track anywhere; and Mac once again exploded with astonishment. "We're on the track," he shouted.
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