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Updated: June 15, 2025
One by one them hosses went down.... An' at last, I couldn't I couldn't see Blue Roan starvin' dyin' right before my eyes an' I shot him, too.... An' what hurts me most now is thet I didn't have the nerve to kill him fust off." There was a long pause in Creech's narrative. "Them Piutes will git paid if ever I can pay them.
Suddenly it occurred to Lucy that one significance of this idea of Creech's had not dawned upon him. "You forget that soon my father will no longer own Sage King or Sarchedon or Dusty Ben or any racer. He loses them or me, I thought. That's what I am here for." Creech's aspect changed. The eagerness and sympathy fled from his face, leaving it once more hard and stern.
Let's go home. And I am not going to drive those sleepy, old plow horses unless you sit on the front seat." And so they rode home together. The next afternoon they planned to climb the mountain, but when Bradford and Cornwall came to the house, he said to Rosamond: "Let us drive up the river to Helen Creech's; Bradford and Dorothy can find something else to do," to which she assented.
The canyon split up and all of its gorges and ravines and washes headed upon the pine-fringed plateau, now only a few miles distant. The gait of the horses had to be reduced to a trot, and then a walk. The man Slone was after left Creech's trail and took to a side cleft. Slone, convinced he would soon overhaul him, and then return to take up Creech's trail, kept on in pursuit.
Slone divined it divined it by the subtle, intuitive power of his love for Lucy. He did not reconsider what had been his supposition before Creech's return that Creech would kill Bostil. Death would be no revenge. Creech had it in him to steal the King and starve him or to do the same and worse with Lucy. So Slone imagined, remembering Creech's face.
Pondering the thing, Slone went slowly on, realizing that a new and disturbing feature confronted him. Then when these new tracks met the trail that Creech had left Slone found that these strangers were as interested in Creech's tracks as he was. Slone found their boot-marks in the sand the hand-prints where some one had knelt to scrutinize Creech's trail.
And though she had been told to put no value on her life, in that event, she could not run. All in an instant when life had been so sweet she could not face pain or death. The man moved back a step. He was tall, gaunt, ragged. But not like Cordts! Never would she forget Cordts. She peered up at him. In the dim light of the few stars she recognized Joel Creech's father.
Creech's bull got loose. Goring bulls, bludgeoning men, tempest and flood wherever and whatever the danger, he went straight to it. But it was not fair to her and the babes. His thrice precious life! And she grew cold as she thought that an accident like a curtain descending when a stage play is over might some day end all her joy.
And he my dad God forgive him! he jumped at that. The village as one person now believes you sent the boat adrift so Creech's horses could not cross and you could win the race." "Lucy, if it wasn't so so funny I'd be mad as as " burst out Slone. "It isn't funny. It's terrible.... I know who cut those cables. .. Holley knows.... DAD knows an', oh, Lin I hate I hate my own father!"
And that question showed him how he was lost. All this strife of doubt and fear and horror were of no use. He meant to doom Creech's horses. The thing had been unalterable from the inception of the insidious, hateful idea. It was irresistible. He grew strong, hard, fierce, and implacable. He found himself. He strode back to the cables.
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