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Page 31
"Letter I got in Florence yesterday when I was too full to read
it," said Bud. He opened it. "Why, it's from Polly!" he
exclaimed, "it's an invite--by God! it's an invite to Jack an'
Echo's wedding! It's today! That damned scoundrel has hurried
the thing up for fear Dick will get back in time to stop it! Buck
McKee, I believe you're right! I could kill Jack Payson with no
more pity than I would a rattler or Gila monster!"
At this exhibition of hatred by his companion, a new thought
flashed suddenly through the satanic mind of the half-breed. It
involved an entire change of his plans, but the devilish daring
of the conception was irresistible.
"Say," he broke in, with seeming irrelevance, "don't Payson ride
a pacin' mare?"
"Yes," answered Bud, "what of it?"
"Oh, nothin'," said McKee; "it jus' struck me as sorter funny.
PAYSON and PACIN', don't you see."
Bud was mystified. Had his companion gone daft?
McKee saw instantly that it would be very easy to fix the charge
of murdering the station-agent upon Payson. The ranchman had
evidently left the station a short time before the murder, and
had gone straight south to the Sweetwater. Unless it had become
confused with their own tracks, the trail would be a plain one,
owing to the fact that it was made by a pacing horse, and the
pursuit would undoubtedly follow this.
Payson rode the only pacing horse in the Sweetwater and Bar One
outfits, and it was certain to come to light, from Terrill's
receipts, that he had been with the agent about the time of the
killing. The motive for the robbery would be evident. Payson
was in need of three thousand dollars to pay off the mortgage on
his ranch.
McKee said to Bud: "I've changed my mind. I think I'll see a
little fun before I break for Texas. I'll go with you to the
weddin'."
"But you ain't got no invite," objected Bud.
"Oh, I reckon they'll take me along on yours. I know too much
fer Payson to objeck to me too strenuous."
They rode up to Allen Hacienda shortly after Slim Hoover had
arrived. They could hear the merriment of the wedding-guests in
the kitchen. Loud laughter was punctuated by the popping of
corks, and McKee, who rode in advance of Bud, distinguished the
voice of the Sheriff in expostulation against the general
raillery concentrated upon him.
The half-breed grinned wolfishly. It was evident that the
bloodhound of the law had tracked the supposed murderer just as
the real criminal had conjectured and desired.
Polly ran out on the piazza. She saw the man whom she regarded
as her lover's evil genius. As he greeted her ingratiatingly:
"Howdy, Miss Polly," she replied sharply:
"You ain't got no invite to this weddin'."
"I come with my friend Bud," he explained, with an elaborate bow.
"I didn't see you, Bud," answered Polly slightly mollified, as
she crossed the door-yard to shake hands with her sweetheart.
Buck offered her his hand, but she ignored him. McKee shrugged
his shoulders, and started for the house.
"Bud, he's some cast down because it's not his weddin'," was
McKee's parting shot at the young couple. "I 'low I'll go in and
join the boys. Excuse me."
"With pleasure," coldly replied the girl.
The half-breed ignored the sarcasm and, answering innocently,
"Much obliged," he entered the house.
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