The Call Of The Canyon, Zane Grey [good non fiction books to read txt] 📗

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Forestland With No High Trees. Far Ahead A Chain Of Soft Gray Round Hills

Led Up To The Dark Heaved Mass Of Mountains. Carley Saw The Gleam Of Water

Through The Trees. Probably Her Mustang Saw Or Scented It,  Because He

Started To Trot. Carley Had Reached A Limit Of Strength,  Endurance,  And

Patience. She Hauled Him Up Short. When Spillbeans Evinced A Stubborn

Intention To Go On Carley Gave Him A Kick. Then It Happened.

 

She Felt The Reins Jerked Out Of Her Hands And The Saddle Propel Her

Upward. When She Descended It Was To Meet That Before-Experienced Jolt.

 

"Look!" Cried Flo. "That Bronc Is Going To Pitch."

 

"Hold On,  Carley!" Yelled Glenn.

 

Desperately Carley Essayed To Do Just That. But Spillbeans Jolted Her Out

Of The Saddle. She Came Down On His Rump And Began To Slide Back And Down.

Frightened And Furious,  Carley Tried To Hang To The Saddle With Her Hands

And To Squeeze The Mustang With Her Knees. But Another Jolt Broke Her Hold,

And Then,  Helpless And Bewildered,  With Her Heart In Her Throat And A

Terrible Sensation Of Weakness,  She Slid Back At Each Upheave Of The

Muscular Rump Until She Slid Off And To The Ground In A Heap. Whereupon

Spillbeans Trotted Off Toward The Water.

 

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Carley Sat Up Before Glenn And Flo Reached Her. Manifestly They Were

Concerned About Her,  But Both Were Ready To Burst With Laughter. Carley

Knew She Was Not Hurt And She Was So Glad To Be Off The Mustang That,  On

The Moment,  She Could Almost Have Laughed Herself.

 

"That Beast Is Well Named," She Said. "He Spilled Me,  All Right. And I

Presume I Resembled A Sack Of Beans."

 

"Carley--You're--Not Hurt?" Asked Glenn,  Choking,  As He Helped Her Up.

 

"Not Physically. But My Feelings Are."

 

Then Glenn Let Out A Hearty Howl Of Mirth,  Which Was Seconded By A Loud

Guffaw From Hutter. Flo,  However,  Appeared To Be Able To Restrain Whatever

She Felt. To Carley She Looked Queer.

 

"Pitch! You Called It That," Said Carley.

 

"Oh,  He Didn't Really Pitch. He Just Humped Up A Few Times," Replied Flo,

And Then When She Saw How Carley Was Going To Take It She Burst Into A

Merry Peal Of Laughter. Charley,  The Sheep Herder Was Grinning,  And Some Of

The Other Men Turned Away With Shaking Shoulders.

 

"Laugh,  You Wild And Woolly Westerners!" Ejaculated Carley. "It Must Have

Been Funny. I Hope I Can Be A Good Sport. . . . But I Bet You I Ride Him

Tomorrow."

 

"Shore You Will," Replied Flo.

 

Evidently The Little Incident Drew The Party Closer Together. Carley Felt A

Warmth Of Good Nature That Overcame Her First Feeling Of Humiliation. They

Expected Such Things From Her,  And She Should Expect Them,  Too,  And Take

Them,  If Not Fearlessly Or Painlessly,  At Least Without Resentment.

 

Carley Walked About To Ease Her Swollen And Sore Joints,  And While Doing So

She Took Stock Of The Camp Ground And What Was Going On. At Second Glance

The Place Had A Certain Attraction Difficult For Her To Define. She Could

See Far,  And The View North Toward Those Strange Gray-Colored Symmetrical

Hills Was One That Fascinated While It Repelled Her. Near At Hand The

Ground Sloped Down To A Large Rock-Bound Lake,  Perhaps A Mile In

Circumference. In The Distance,  Along The Shore She Saw A White Conical

Tent,  And Blue Smoke,  And Moving Gray Objects She Took For Sheep.

 

The Men Unpacked And Unsaddled The Horses,  And,  Hobbling Their Forefeet

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Together,  Turned Them Loose. Twilight Had Fallen And Each Man Appeared To

Be Briskly Set Upon His Own Task. Glenn Was Cutting Around The Foot Of A

Thickly Branched Cedar Where,  He Told Carley,  He Would Make A Bed For Her

And Flo. All That Carley Could See That Could Be Used For Such Purpose Was

A Canvas-Covered Roll. Presently Glenn Untied A Rope From Round This,

Unrolled It,  And Dragged It Under The Cedar. Then He Spread Down The Outer

Layer Of Canvas,  Disclosing A Considerable Thickness Of Blankets. From

Under The Top Of These He Pulled Out Two Flat Little Pillows. These He

Placed In Position,  And Turned Back Some Of The Blankets.

 

"Carley,  You Crawl In Here,  Pile The Blankets Up,  And The Tarp Over Them,"

Directed Glenn. "If It Rains Pull The Tarp Up Over Your Head--And Let It

Rain."

 

This Direction Sounded In Glenn's Cheery Voice A Good Deal More Pleasurable

Than The Possibilities Suggested. Surely That Cedar Tree Could Not Keep Off

Rain Or Snow.

 

"Glenn,  How About--About Animals--And Crawling Things,  You Know?" Queried

Carley.

 

"Oh,  There Are A Few Tarantulas And Centipedes,  And Sometimes A Scorpion.

But These Don't Crawl Around Much At Night. The Only Thing To Worry About

Are The Hydrophobia Skunks."

 

"What On Earth Are They?" Asked Carley,  Quite Aghast.

 

"Skunks Are Polecats,  You Know," Replied Glenn,  Cheerfully. "Sometimes One

Gets Bitten By A Coyote That Has Rabies,  And Then He's A Dangerous

Customer. He Has No Fear And He May Run Across You And Bite You In The

Face. Queer How They Generally Bite Your Nose. Two Men Have Been Bitten

Since I've Been Here. One Of Them Died,  And The Other Had To Go To The

Pasteur Institute With A Well-Developed Case Of Hydrophobia."

 

"Good Heavens!" Cried Carley,  Horrified.

 

"You Needn't Be Afraid," Said Glenn. "I'll Tie One Of The Dogs Near Your

Bed."

 

Carley Wondered Whether Glenn's Casual,  Easy Tone Had Been Adopted For Her

Benefit Or Was Merely An Assimilation From This Western Life. Not

Improbably Glenn Himself Might Be Capable Of Playing A Trick On Her. Carley

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Endeavored To Fortify Herself Against Disaster,  So That When It Befell She

Might Not Be Wholly Ludicrous.

 

With The Coming Of Twilight A Cold,  Keen Wind Moaned Through The Cedars.

Carley Would Have Hovered Close To The Fire Even If She Had Not Been Too

Tired To Exert Herself. Despite Her Aches,  She Did Justice To The Supper.

It Amazed Her That Appetite Consumed Her To The Extent Of Overcoming A

Distaste For This Strong,  Coarse Cooking. Before The Meal Ended Darkness

Had Fallen,  A Windy Raw Darkness That Enveloped Heavily Like A Blanket.

Presently Carley Edged Closer To The Fire,  And There She Stayed,

Alternately Turning Back And Front To The Welcome Heat. She Seemingly

Roasted Hands,  Face,  And Knees While Her Back Froze. The Wind Blew The

Smoke In All Directions. When She Groped Around With Blurred,  Smarting Eyes

To Escape The Hot Smoke,  It Followed Her. The Other Members Of The Party

Sat Comfortably On Sacks Or Rocks,  Without Much Notice Of The Smoke That So

Exasperated Carley. Twice Glenn Insisted That She Take A Seat He Had Fixed

For Her,  But She Preferred To Stand And Move Around A Little.

 

By And By The Camp Tasks Of The Men Appeared To Be Ended,  And All Gathered

Near The Fire To Lounge And Smoke And Talk. Glenn And Hutter Engaged In

Interested Conversation With Two Mexicans,  Evidently Sheep Herders. If The

Wind And Cold Had Not Made Carley So Uncomfortable She Might Have Found The

Scene Picturesque. How Black The Night! She Could Scarcely Distinguish The

Sky At All. The Cedar Branches Swished In The Wind,  And From The Gloom Came

A Low Sound Of Waves Lapping A Rocky Shore. Presently Glenn Held Up A Hand.

 

"Listen,  Carley!" He Said.

 

Then She Heard Strange Wild Yelps,  Staccato,  Piercing,  Somehow Infinitely

Lonely. They Made Her Shudder.

 

"Coyotes," Said Glenn. "You'll Come To Love That Chorus. Hear The Dogs Bark

Back."

 

Carley Listened With Interest,  But She Was Inclined To Doubt That She Would

Ever Become Enamoured Of Such Wild Cries.

 

"Do Coyotes Come Near Camp?" She Queried.

 

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"Shore. Sometimes They Pull Your Pillow Out From Under Your Head," Replied

Flo,  Laconically.

 

Carley Did Not Ask Any More Questions. Natural History Was Not Her Favorite

Study And She Was Sure She Could Dispense With Any First-Hand Knowledge Of

Desert Beasts. She Thought,  However,  She Heard One Of The Men Say,  "Big

Varmint Prowlin' Round The Sheep." To Which Hutter Replied,  "Reckon It Was

A Bear." And Glenn Said,  "I Saw His Fresh Track By The Lake. Some Bear!"

 

The Heat From The Fire Made Carley So Drowsy That She Could Scarcely Hold

Up Her Head. She Longed For Bed Even If It Was Out There In The Open.

Presently Flo Called Her: "Come. Let's Walk A Little Before Turning In."

 

So Carley Permitted Herself To Be Led To And Fro Down An Open Aisle Between

Some Cedars. The Far End Of That Aisle,  Dark,  Gloomy,  With The Bushy

Secretive Cedars All Around,  Caused Carley Apprehension She Was Ashamed To

Admit. Flo Talked Eloquently About The Joys Of Camp Life,  And How The

Harder Any Outdoor Task Was And The More Endurance And Pain It Required,

The More Pride And Pleasure One Had In Remembering It. Carley Was Weighing

The Import Of These Words When Suddenly Flo Clutched Her Arm. "What's

That?" She Whispered,  Tensely.

 

Carley Stood Stockstill. They Had Reached The Furthermost End Of That

Aisle,  But Had Turned To Go Back. The Flare Of The Camp Fire Threw A Wan

Light Into The Shadows Before Them. There Came A Rustling In The Brush,  A

Snapping Of Twigs. Cold Tremors Chased Up And Down Carley's Back.

 

"Shore It's A Varmint,  All Right. Let's Hurry," Whispered Flo.

 

Carley Needed No Urging. It Appeared That Flo Was Not Going To Run. She

Walked Fast,  Peering Back Over Her Shoulder,  And,  Hanging To Carley's Arm,

She Rounded A Large Cedar That Had Obstructed Some Of The Firelight. The

Gloom Was Not So Thick Here. And On The Instant Carley Espied A Low,  Moving

Object,  Somehow Furry,  And Gray In