第40章 AT SHERIFF'S CREEK(3)

"Good-morning, Mr.Sheriff.What are you fooling along on our wagon track for, when you could have trailed the herd in a long lope? Here we've wasted a whole hour waiting for you to come up, just because the sheriff's office of Ford County employs as deputies 'nesters' instead of plainsmen.But now since you are here, let us proceed to business, or would you like to breakfast first? Our wagon is just over the other slope, and you-all look pale around the gills this morning after your long ride and sleepless night.Which shall it be, business or breakfast?"Haughtily ignoring my irony, the leader of the posse drew from his pocket several papers, and first clearing his throat, said in an imperious tone, "I have a warrant here for the arrest of Tom Quirk, alias McIndoo, and a distress warrant for a herd of 'Open A'--""Old sport, you're in the right church, but the wrong pew," Iinterrupted."This may be the state of Kansas, but at present we are outside the bailiwick of Ford County, and those papers of yours are useless.Let me take those warrants and I'll indorse them for you, so as to dazzle your superiors on their return without the man or property.I was deputized once by a constable in Texas to assist in recovering some cattle, but just like the present case they got out of our jurisdiction before we overtook them.The constable was a lofty, arrogant fellow like yourself, but had sense enough to keep within his rights.But when it came to indorsing the warrant for return, we were all up a stump, and rode twenty miles out of our way so as to pass Squire Little's ranch and get his advice on the matter.The squire had been a justice in Tennessee before coming to our state, and knew just what to say.Now let me take those papers, and I'll indorse them 'Non est inventus,' which is Latin for SCOOTED, BY GOSH! Ain't you going to let me have them?""Now, look here, young man," scornfully replied the chief deputy, "I'll--""No, you won't," I again interrupted."Let me read you a warrant from a higher court.In the name of law, you are willing to prostitute your office to assist a gang of thieves who have taken advantage of an opportunity to ruin my employer, an honest trail drover.The warrant I'm serving was issued by Judge Colt, and it says he is supreme in unorganized territory; that your official authority ceases the moment you step outside your jurisdiction, and you know the Ford County line is behind us.Now, as a citizen, I'll treat you right, but as an official, I won't even listen to you.And what's more, you can't arrest me or any man in my outfit; not that your hair's the wrong color, but because you lack authority.I'm the man you're looking for, and these are Don Lovell's cattle, but you can't touch a hoof of them, not even a stray.Now, if you want to dispute the authority which I've sighted, all you need to do is pull your guns and open your game.""Mr.Quirk," said the deputy, "you are a fugitive from justice, and I can legally take you wherever I find you.If you resist arrest, all the worse, as it classes you an outlaw.Now, my advice is--"But the sentence was never finished, for coming down the divide like a hurricane was a band of horsemen, who, on sighting us, raised the long yell, and the next minute Dave Sponsilier and seven of his men dashed up.The boys opened out to avoid the momentum of the onslaught, but the deputies a sat firm; and as Sponsilier and his lads threw their horses back on their haunches in halting, Dave stood in his stirrups, and waving his hat shouted, "Hurrah for Don Lovell, and to hell with the sheriff and deputies of Ford County!" Sponsilier and I were great friends, as were likewise our outfits, and we nearly unhorsed each other in our rough but hearty greetings.When quiet was once more restored, Dave continued: "I was in Dodge last night, and Bob Wright put me next that the sheriff was going to take possession of two of old man Don's herds this morning.You can bet your moccasins that the grass didn't grow very much while I was getting back to camp.Flood and The Rebel took fifteen men and went to Quince's support, and I have been scouting since dawn trying to locate you.Yes, the sheriff himself and five deputies passed up the trail before daybreak to arrest Forrest and take possession of his herd--I don't think.I suppose these strangers are deputy sheriffs? If it was me, do you know what I'd do with them?"The query was half a command.It required no order, for in an instant the deputies were surrounded, and had it not been for the cool judgment of Bob Quirk, violence would have resulted.The primitive mind is slow to resent an affront, and while the chief deputy had couched his last remarks in well-chosen language, his intimation that I was a fugitive from justice, and an outlaw in resisting arrest, was tinder to stubble.Knowing the metal of my outfit, I curbed the tempest within me, and relying on a brother whom I would gladly follow to death if need be, I waved hands off to my boys."Now, men," said Bob to the deputies, "the easiest way out of this matter is the best.No one here has committed any crime subjecting him to arrest, neither can you take possession of any cattle belonging to Don Lovell.I'll renew the invitation for you to go down to the wagon and breakfast, or I'll give you the best directions at my command to reach Dodge.Instead of trying to attempt to accomplish your object you had better go back to the chaparral--you're spelled down.Take your choice, men."Bob's words had a soothing effect.He was thirty-three years old and a natural born leader among rough men.His advice carried the steely ring of sincerity, and for the first time since the meeting, the deputies wilted.The chief one called his men aside, and after' a brief consultation my brother was invited to join them, which he did.I afterwards learned that Bob went into detail in defining our position in the premises, and the posse, once they heard the other side of the question, took an entirely different view of the matter.While the consultation was in progress, we all dismounted; cigarettes were rolled, and while the smoke arose in clouds, we reviewed the interim since we parted in March in old Medina.The sheriff's posse accompanied my brother to the wagon, and after refreshing themselves, remounted their horses.Bob escorted them back across the summit of the mesa, and the olive branch waved in peace on the divide.