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Updated: July 14, 2025
Empty levels lay opposite, narrowing up into the high country. "That's the Colville Reservation across the river from us," said the man. "Another!" sighed his wife. "The last Indians we'll strike. Our trail to the Okanagon goes over a corner of it." "We're going to those hills?" The mother looked at her little girl and back where the cloud had gone. "Only a corner, Liza.
The white offender is caught now and then; but Okanagon County lies pretty snug from the arm of the law. It's against Canada to the north, and the empty county of Stevens to the east; south of it rushes the Columbia, with the naked horrible Big Bend beyond, and to its west rises a domain of unfooted mountains.
Clallam suggested it was a good time to take Moon's leavings over to the Okanagon, but Wild-Goose Jake said at once that their load was heavy enough; and about this they could not change his mind. He made a journey to the cabin by himself, and returned saying that he had managed to lock the door. "Father," said Mart, as they were harnessing next day, "I've been up there. I went awful early.
There's no lock to the door, and the cabin's empty." "I guessed that might be." "There has been a lock pried off pretty lately. There was a lot of broken bottles around everywheres, inside and out." "What do you make out of it?" said Mart. "Nothing yet. He wants to get us away, and I'm with him there. I want to get up the Okanagon as soon as we can."
"Heap good," he remarked, looking at Elizabeth, who watched his eyes swim with the plot of the drink. "Where you come back?" he inquired, touching the wagon. "You cross Okanagon? Me cross you; cross horses; cross all. Heap cheap. What yes?" The others nodded. "Heap cheap," they said. "We don't want you," said Elizabeth. "No cross? Maybe he going cross you? What yes?" Again Elizabeth nodded.
"Well, I'm takin' yu' the soonest way," said Wild-Goose Jake, behind them. From his casual smile there was no telling what he had heard. "I'll put your stuff acrosst the Okanagon to-morrow mornin'. But to-night yourselves'll all be over, and the ladies kin sleep in my room." The wagon made good time.
For her the darkest night was lighted by stars; for her the birds sang of love and hope and happiness; for her the commonest flower was rich in beauty and perfume; and so the end of the three years found her a well developed, tall, boyishly athletic girl, with a color in her cheeks like an Okanagon peach, hair of richest brown, with little gleams of gold, waving back naturally from a high forehead; a firm chin, with a dimple; and great brown eyes, full of lights, and with a dazzling brilliance that registered every thought of her brain and emotion of her heart.
Well, here is timber close, and your trail takes over to my place on the Okanagon, where you've got another crossin' to make. And all this time we're keeping the ladies waitin' up the hill! We'll talk business as we go along; and, see here, if I don't suit yu', or fail in my bargain, you needn't to pay me a cent." He began climbing, and on the way they came to an agreement.
Acton shook his head. "There's one. I can put my hand on your partner Okanagon Jim just when I want to." There was no doubt that Hames was alarmed. "Jim was drowned crossing the river the night the water broke into the Black Crag shaft," he declared. "His horse was, and the boys found his hat. That, however, is quite a played-out trick.
Yet there stood the cabin as they had been told, the only one between the rapids and the Okanagon; and bright in the sun the Colville Reservation confronted them. They came upon tracks going down over the hill, marks of wagons and horses, plain in the soil, and charred sticks, with empty cans, lying where camps had been.
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