Rowdy Rides to Glory (1987) (8 page)

He was puzzled and doubtful, and recalling the finding of the body in his cabin
,
he realized how desperate his situation truly was. Aside from Vaho, he had no evidenc
e
of any kind. To the sheriff, as well as to people generally, his story of killin
g
a man in a remote canyon and then finding his body in his own cabin would seem to
o
utterly fantastic.

Deliberately, he forced his thoughts away from that. First there were the contests.

Each thing in its own time.

The next event was bareback bronc riding, then came steer wrestling and bull riding.

After that, the finals in calf roping. Four men would compete in the finals: Cas
s
Webster from Prescott and Tony Sandoval from Buffalo, Wyoming, besides Bart Lub
y
and himself.

Bareback bronc riding was a speciality of Rowdy's, and he took a fighting first
,
riding Catamount, a wicked devil of a horse. Luby took second, with Webster a clos
e
third. Luby won the steer wrestling, beating Rowdy by two fifths of a second. Sandoval
,
the Wyoming rider, won the bull riding, and again Rowdy took a second, with Lub
y
a third.

Sweating and weary, he walked slowly back to the corrals at the day's end. Tomorro
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would decide it, but he was ahead of Luby so far....

Morning came, and the air was electric with expectancy. Even the other contestant
s
eyed Rowdy thoughtfully as he strolled quietly down to the stables. Silverside nickere
d
softly as he came up, and Rowdy Horn stopped to talk to the horse as it nuzzled hi
m
under his arm with a delicate nose.

Cass Webster stopped nearby.

"This killin' stuff don't go with me, boy," he said quietly. "I don't savvy thi
s
fuss, but you stack up A-One where I stand." He ground his cigarette into the dust.

"Luby washed himself out with me down to White Rock last year. He's dirty, Horn.

You keep your eyes open."

"Thanks," said Rowdy.

His attention had turned from the cowboy and was centered on Vaho Rainey, who wa
s
walking toward him, followed by the admiring glances of everyone.

"We've visitors," she said, "so be careful what you say." His frown was puzzled.

"I don't get it," he protested. "You will ... Look!"

As she spoke, he turned his head. A small group of Indians was approaching. The firs
t
was old Cleetus, and the others were all men of his tribe, except one. That one
,
carefully concealed by a blanket, was Cochino!

"Glad to see you here," Rowdy told the Indians sincerely. "Very glad. If there'
s
anything I can do, tell me."

They looked at Silverside, and talked in low tones.

"They were here yesterday, too," Vaho whispered. "They watched you ride."

Suddenly, Cochino spoke to the girl, swiftly, with gestures. Her eyes brightene
d
and she turned quickly.

"Oh, Rowdy! He says you can keep the horse! He is a present to you!"

"Good glory!" Beside himself with excitement and delight, he could scarcely fin
d
words. "But what'll I say? What can I give him?"

"Nothing. That is-well, he asks only one thing." Vaho was blushing furiously.

"What is it? Whatever it is, I'll do it!" "I-can't tell you now. Later."

She quickly hurried away, and the old Indian chuckled. Cleetus smiled, showing broke
n
teeth, but his eyes were grimly humorous.

An even bigger crowd swelled the arena to overflowing, and men crowded every availabl
e
space. Pete Drago and his Demon Riders did their trick riding, their efforts augmente
d
by the clowns, some of them rivaling Drago's amazing riders for sheer ability an
d
thrills. The chuck wagon race followed, and an exhibition with bullwhips.

By the time the finals in the calf roping came around, Rowdy Horn was up on Silversid
e
and ready. This time he was following Bart Luby. The piggin' strings he kept in Silverside'
s
stall were checked, and he brought them out ready for the tie. Momentarily, he drape
d
them around the saddle horn, and at a call from Wells, walked over to him.

"Soon's this event is over," the sheriff said, "I want to se
e
you. Rowdy nodded grimly. "Sure," he said, "I'll look you up. I
t
was mighty fine of you to give me this chance, Ben, and I'll be ready to go bac
k
to jail."

Despite that, his heart was heavy as he walked back to his horse and swung into th
e
saddle. Thoughtfully, he stared out a
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the arena. Eleven seconds, the time he had made yesterday, was fast time. It wa
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fast enough to win in many shows, but could he equal it today?

He picked up the piggin' strings and kept one in his right hand. The other he pu
t
in his teeth. Suddenly his consciousness, directed at the arena where Bart Luby ha
d
just charged out after his calf, was jerked back to himself. His lips felt somethin
g
strange with the rawhide piggin' string. Jerking it from his teeth, he stared a
t
it. Both strings had been carefully frayed with a file or some rough object. Whe
n
drawn taut, to bind the calf's legs, they would snap like thread!

"Time!" Weaver's voice boomed out over the arena. "Bart Luby ties his calf in th
e
record-breaking time for this show of ten and nine tenths seconds!"

Cheers swept the arena, and Rowdy Horn felt something go sick inside of him. He hear
d
his name called, and he twisted in the saddle.

"Cass!" he yelled. "Piggin' strings! Quick!"

Webster sprang as if stuck with a pin and thrust some piggin' strings in Rowdy'
s
fingers. At the same instant, Rowdy tossed the frayed strings to the other contestant.

"Look!" he yelped.

He saw his calf leave the chute with a bound and take off down the arena like a bolt.

Silverside saw it go and was in a dead run, heading down the arena. Rowdy's rop
e
whirled and shot out, and he left the saddle with a leap, swept the calf from it
s
feet and down deftly, swiftly. His heart pounding and the dust swirling in his nostrils
,
he made his tie and sprang free, arm uplifted!

Dead silence held the arena, and then, his voice wild with excitement, Weaver announced:

"Folks! Rowdy Horn, ridin' the great Silverside, wins the calf ropin' with the recor
d
time of ten and eight tenths seconds!" Cheers boomed across the arena, and Rowd
y
swung into th
e
saddle and trotted his horse across to the judges' stand. His great horse reare
d
high, and Rowdy's hat swung wide, acknowledging the cheers. Then, to the martia
l
music of the band, Silverside dance-stepped across the arena to accompanying cheers.

Then Rowdy turned the horse and rode him back to the chutes.

The memory of those frayed piggin' strings was in his mind. There was only one tim
e
it could have been done, hastily but deftly, and obviously planned for, and tha
t
had been while he was exchanging his few words with the sheriff.

Bart Luby had been sitting his horse, awaiting his signal, right beside Silverside!

Swift work, but it could have been done, for several minutes must have elapsed befor
e
Rowdy had returned to his horse. Only the sudden feel of the frayed place by hi
s
lips had saved him, for a snapped piggin' string would have meant too much loss o
f
time.

He swung down and approached the tight little circle of men-Sheriff Ben Wells, Cas
s
Webster, Tony Sandoval, Neil Rice, and others. And in the center of them, pale an
d
defiant, his eyes hard with hatred, was Bart Luby.

Rowdy shoved through the crowd. "All right, blast you!" he flared. "Now you can hav
e
that beatin'!"

"Hold it, Horn!" Wells said sternly. "Step back now! This is in my hands!"

"All this talk is foolishness!" Luby declared harshly. "Why would I do a thing lik
e
that? I don't care what Webster says, I never touched those piggin' strings!"

"Same thing you done at White Rock!" Webster said flatly. "And you say I'm a liar
,
Bart Luby, and you've me to whip!" Wells turned on him, scowling.

"Will you shut up!" he said testily. "That piggin' string deal was bad enough, bu
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I'm arrestin' Luby for fraud, and for rustlin'."

"What?" Luby's face paled. "What are you talkin' about?" "What I said," Ben Well
s
replied calmly. "This here hombre"-he gestured to Rice-"found Tom Slater's true wil
l
hid in a cabinet in the old Slash Bar ranch house. He also found a document ther
e
that had its seal removed. Mean time, I'd sent a couple of deputies with a poss
e
back to hunt for that valley Rowdy told us about. They hit the jackpot an' rounde
d
up Jack Rollick an' two of his boys. Rollick confessed that he helped you tote tha
t
body over to the Slash Bar, Luby, to dump it on Horn. Besides that, when I jugge
d
Horn, I searched him, and found what he had plumb forgot-Rollick's tallybook showin'
h
e rustled cows he'd sold through you and to you, even tellin' about the percentag
e
he took off whenever you tipped him to good steals."

"It's all a pack of lies," Luby said, but his protest lacked emphasis.

"A search warrant got us into your house while you was down here," Wells went o
n
remorselessly, "and we scared up that fake deed. Rice, here, he showed me how tha
t
seal was removed from one paper and used on the other. He also showe
d
how the will you had was actually an old letter to you from Slater, but changed s
o
to make it a will. You can tell by the creases where words were changed and adde
d
on."

Rowdy Horn looked up and saw jenny Welman standing on the edge of the crowd, he
r
lips parted. She stared at Luby, horrified, then at Rowdy. Abruptly, she turned an
d
fled.

Horn had no wish to hear more. He was cleared now. Rice caught his eye.

"Boss," he said, "I did what I thought was right. You were gone, so I acted on m
y
own."

"Fine," Rowdy said, "I'm glad you did." His eyes were straying, searching for th
e
face he wanted. "You've got your job with me a long as you want it."

Vaho Rainey walked out from the stables, leading her palo mino. Rowdy walked pas
t
Rice and stopped her. For an instant, their eyes held.

"Honey," he said then, "how many sheep would I have to swap Cleetus for you?"

She laughed. "He'd probably give you sheep to be rid of me. He loves me, I know
,
but now that I'm a young lady, I think I worry him."

"Maybe you wouldn't want to marry a cowman, even one with a ranch," he suggested.

"Why, Rowdy!" She laughed suddenly, her eyes dancing. "We've been engaged, or practicall
y
engaged, ever since we got Silverside!"

"What?" He stared at her. "What do you mean?"

She blushed, but her eyes were happy. "Why, I told Cochino that it was the custo
m
of your people for the bride to bring a pony to her husband, and only the fines
t
pony would do. That was what he was saying by the stables this morning. He said al
l
he wanted in return for the horse, which he had actually given me to give you, anyway
,
was for you to take good care of your squaw!"

He chuckled. "Why, I reckon that's a good deal," he said whimsically. "The cheapes
t
durned horse I ever got!"