Calumet stepped in.
THE BOSS OF THE LAZY Y
CHAPTER I
THE HOME-COMING OF CALUMET MARSTON
Shuffling down the long slope, its tired legs moving automatically, the
drooping pony swerved a little and then came to a halt, trembling with
fright. Startled out of his unpleasant ruminations, his lips tensing
over his teeth in a savage snarl, Calumet Marston swayed uncertainly in
the saddle, caught himself, crouched, and swung a heavy pistol to a
menacing poise.
For an instant he hesitated, searching the immediate vicinity with
rapid, intolerant glances. When his gaze finally focused on the object
which had frightened his pony, he showed no surprise. Many times
during the past two days had this incident occurred, and at no time had
Calumet allowed the pony to follow its inclination to bolt or swerve
from the trail. He held it steady now, pulling with a vicious hand on
the reins.
Ten feet in front of the pony and squarely in the center of the trail a
gigantic diamond-back rattler swayed and warned, its venomous, lidless
eyes gleaming with hate. Calumet's snarl deepened, he dug a spur into
the pony's left flank, and pulled sharply on the left rein. The pony
lunged, swerved, and presented its right shoulder to the swaying
reptile, its flesh quivering from excitement. Then the heavy revolver
in Calumet's hand roared spitefully, there was a sudden threshing in
the dust of the trail, and the huge rattler shuddered into a sinuous,
twisting heap.
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