awareness of trouble to come.
The cattle were checked and sold to Bob Wells. We rode together to the bank and when we went in John Blake stood square on his two feet, watching.
McDonald was a narrow man, high-shouldered and thin, dry as dust and fleshless. He looked at me and gave a brief nod and counted over the money for the cattle, which was my employer's money, and none of it mine but wages.
He watched me put the gold and greenbacks in a sack and he said, 'Your business here is finished?'
'I've some calls to make.'
'You are welcome,' he said, 'south of the street.'
'Tonight I shall come to call on your niece. She has invited me.'
'You must be mistaken.' He was a cold man with his heart in his ledgers and his dollars. 'You are welcome here to do whatever business you have, and beyond that you are not welcome.'
'I am not a drunk, wandering the streets and looking for trouble. I am one who has been entrusted with these two thousand cattle and now, like you, with this money. But, unlike you, I will carry this payment across many dangerous miles back to Texas. My honesty and character are not in question there.'
'Mr. McDonald,' Wells protested, 'this is a good man. I know this man.'
'We put up with your kind,' McDonald said, 'south of the street.'
I could see my attempt had been wasted on him. The issue was not character but class. McDonald had decided to put himself above me and there was no chance he'd be seeing it differently.
'Five times I have come over the trail,' I told him, 'and I have seen towns die. Markets and conditions change, and neither of us has been in this country long enough to be putting on airs.'
'Young man, let me repeat. South of the street you and your kind are welcome, north of it you become a subject for John Blake. As for this town ... I am the mayor and it will not die.'
'I have spoken with Mr. Blake. He is aware of my plans.' I glanced over at the marshal and deep in his eyes something glinted, but whether it was a challenge or amusement I couldn't be sure. 'I know him, Mr. McDonald,' I said, 'and he knows me.'
Rocking K men were in the saloons that night, and Rocking K men were south of the street, but I sat at the campfire near the chuck wagon and Red Mike joined me there.
'If you'll be riding, I'll saddle your horse.'
'Saddle two, then.'
'Ah? It's like that, is it?'
'A man must find out, Mike, one never knows. If she's the girl I want, she will ride with me tonight.'
We were young then, and the West was young, with the land broad and bright before us. We knew, whatever the truth was, that every horse could be ridden, every man whipped, every girl loved. We rode with the wind then, and sang in the rain, and when we fought it was with the same savage joy as that of the Comanches who opposed us, these fierce, proud warriors who would ride half a thousand miles to fight a battle or raid a wagon train. And no Bruce ever rode from the Highlands with a finer lot of fighting men than rode this day with the Rocking K.
'And John Blake?'
'Stay out of it, Mike, and keep others out. John Blake is a stubborn man, and if we go against him there will be killing in the town. This is a personal matter and does not concern the brand.'
With a mirror nailed to the chuck wagon's side I shaved and combed my hair and made myself ready for courting. It was much to expect of any girl, to ride to Texas with a man she did not know, and yet in those days when men constantly moved such things happened. There were few men from whom to choose in those wild small towns, and the best were often moving and had to be taken on the fly. And to me this was the girl and now was the time.
There was John Blake to consider, a man seasoned in the wars of men and cattle, who knew all the dodges and all the tricks, and whatever a man might invent he had known before. Each herd had a man who wished to prove himself against a trail town marshal, never grasping the difference between the skilled amateur and the hardened professional. John Blake looked upon men with vast patience, vast understanding, and used a gun only when necessary, but when he used it he used it coldly, efficiently, and deliberately.
In a black broadcloth suit with my hat brim down, I rode up the middle of the street with the reins in my left hand, my right resting on my thigh near my gun.
Tonight I was more than a Texas man a-courting, I was a challenge to the rule of John Blake, and it was something I had no liking for. No man from the Texas trails had been north of the street since he had been marshal, and it was assumed that no man would.
Outside the town a Rocking K rider dozed on the ground near his horse, and grazing close by was another horse, saddled and bridled for travel.
John Blake was not in sight, but when I passed the livery stable Tod Mulloy was seated under the light, minding his own business, and on the edge of the walk near the eating house Rule Carson smoked a cigar. Inside, over coffee, were Delgado and Enright. They would not interfere, but would be on hand if needed. Nor did I doubt that the rest of them were scattered about town, just waiting for my call.
At the end of the street when I turned north John Blake was awaiting me. And I drew up.
'I'd hoped it would not come to this, John, but a man must go a-courting. He must go where his heart would take him, and I think in my place, you would go, no matter what.'
He considered that, a square black block of a man looking as solid as rock and as immovable. 'It might be,' he agreed, after a moment, 'but is it courting you are about, or is this a Texas challenge to me?'
'I wouldn't go risking the lady's reputation by asking her to sneak away and meet me after dark. This is no challenge.'
He nodded. 'If it was,' he replied, 'I'd stop you, for kill or be killed is my job when it comes to an issue, but I'd stop no decent man from courting ... although if I were giving advice about the woman in question '
'Don't,' I said. 'A man with his heart set isn't one to listen.'
'You're not out of the woods' Blake added. 'Believe me, I've nothing against you or any decent man making a decent call. It's the drunks and the fighting I want to keep south of the street. However, that is a thing of yesterday for me. I have quit my job.'
'Quit!'
'Aye. McDonald told me to keep you south of the street tonight, or lose my job. He has grown arrogant since he took office, and I work for the town, not just the mayor. I was hired to keep the peace, and that only. So I've quit.'
The stubborn foolishness of McDonald angered me, yet in a sense I could not blame the man, for generally we were a wild crowd and if a man did not understand us he might easily believe us capable of any evil. At the same time I had pride in my promises, and I had said I would call.
'If you've actually quit, I'd like to take advantage of the fact you're no longer marshal here.'
He shot me a quick look. 'I want nobody hurt, Gavagan. I've quit, but I've still a feeling for the town.'
'It would be like this ...' and he listened while I explained the idea that had come to me.
'It must be carefully done, no fighting, do you hear?'
Turning my horse I rode back to talk with Carson, Mulloy, Enright, and Delgado. Immediately after I had finished they scattered out to talk to the others and take their positions.
'I saw them going up to the house with their rifles,' Carson said. 'Carpenter who owns the store is there, with Wilson, Talcott, and some I do not know by name, but all have businesses along the street, so I think it will work.'
Circling through the darkness I rode up to the house among the poplars, but stopped across the street. It had been quiet for the boys from the Rocking K and they ached to blow off steam and dearly loved a joke. So this might work.
Leaving my horse I crossed the alley where the shadows were deep and drew near the house. I heard subdued voices beneath the trees.
'I don't like it,' Carpenter was saying. 'Once that Texas crowd know Blake has quit they will blow the lid off.'
'It was a fool idea. John Blake has kept the peace.'
'Tell that to McDonald. He would have Blake on some other excuse if not this. The man will have nobody who
