"Pete Glass!" he echoed.Then: "Who's he after?""I dunno.Vic, he don't look like such a bad one.""He's plenty bad enough," Gregg assured her."Ah-h-h!"His foot ground into place, torturing his toes.
'"Well," considered Mrs.Pym, in a philosophic rumble, "I s'pose them quiet gents is the dangerous ones, mostly; but looking at Glass you wouldn't think he'd ever killed all those men.Know about the dance?""Nope."
"Down to Singer's place.Betty goin' with you?"He jerked open the door and barked down at her: "Who else would she be goin' with?""Don't start pullin' leather before the horse bucks," said Mrs.Pym."Idon't know who else she'd be goin' with.You sure look fine in that red shirt, Vic!"He grinned, half mollified, half shame-faced, and ducked back into the room, but a moment later he clumped stiffly down the stairs, frowning.He wondered if he could dance in those boots.
"Feel kind of strange in these clothes.How do I look, Nelly?" And he turned in review at the foot of the stairs.
"Slick as a whistle, I'll tell a man." She raised her voice to a shout as he disappeared through the outer door."Kiss her once for me, Vic."In the center of the little pasture he stood shaking out the noose, and the three horses raced in a sweeping gallop around the fence, looking for a place of escape, with Grey Molly in the lead.Nothing up the Doane River, or even down the Asper, for that matter, could head Molly when she was full of running, and the eyes of Gregg gleamed as he watched her.She was not a picture horse, for her color was rather a dirty white than a dapple, and besides, there were some who accused her of "tucked up belly." But she had the legs for speed in spite of the sloping croup, and plenty of chest at the girth, and a small, bony head that rejoiced the heart of a horseman.He swung the noose, and while the others darted ahead, stupidly straight into the range of danger, Grey Molly whirled like a doubling coyote and leaped away.
"Good girl!" cried Vic, in involuntary approbation.He ran a few steps.The noose slid up and out, opened in a shaky loop, and swooped down.Too late the gray saw the flying danger, for even as she swerved the riata fell over her head, and she came to a snorting halt with all fours planted, skidding through the grass.The first thing a range horse learns is never to pull against a rope.
A few minutes later she was getting the "pitch" out of her system, as any self-respecting cattle horse must do after a session of pasture and no work.She bucked with enthusiasm and intelligence, as she did all things.
Sun-fishing, sun-fishing is the most deadly form of bucking, for it consists of a series of leaps apparently aimed at the sun, and the horse comes down with a sickening jar on stiff front legs.Educated "pitchers"land on only one foot, so that the shock is accompanied by a terrible sidewise, downward wrench that breaks the hearts of the best riders in the world.Grey Molly was educated, and Mrs.Pym stood in the doorway with a broad grin of appreciation on her red face, she knew riding when she saw it.Then, out of the full frenzy, the mare lapsed into high-headed, quivering attention, and Gregg cursed her softly, with deep affection.He understood her from her fetlocks to her teeth.She bucked like a fiend of revolt one instant and cantered like an angel of grace the next; in fact she was more or less of an equine counterpart of her rider.
But now he heard shrill voices passing down the street and he knew that school was out and that he must hurry if he wanted to ride home with Betty, so he waved to Mrs.Pym and cantered away.For over two days he had been rushing towards this meeting; all winter he had hungered for it, but now that the moment loomed before him he weakened; he usually did when he came close to the girl.Not that her beauty overwhelmed him, for though she had a portion of energetic good-health and freckled prettiness, he had chosen her as an Indian chooses flint for his steel; one could strike fire from Betty Neal.When he was far away he loved her without doubt or question and his trust ran towards her like a river setting towards the ocean because he knew that her heart was as big and as true as the heart of Grey Molly herself.Only her ways were fickle, and when she came near, she filled him with uneasiness, suspicion.
