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Up the Gulch
by
“I may have been alarmed without cause,” she said; “but I was horribly frightened. Thank you so much for coming to my rescue. And I think, if you would add to your kindness by getting me a glass of water –“
When he came back, his hand was trembling a little; and as Kate looked up to learn the cause, she saw that his face was flushed. He was embarrassed. She decided that he was not accustomed to the society of ladies. “Brutes like that dog ain’t no place in th’ world–that’s my opinion. There are some bad things we can’t help havin’ aroun’; but a bull-dog ain’t one of ’em.”
“I quite agree with you,” Kate acquiesced, as she drank the water. “But as this is the first unpleasant experience of any kind that I have had since I came here, I don’t feel that I have any right to complain.”
“You’re here fur yur health?”
“Yes. And I am getting it. You’re not an invalid, I imagine?”
“No–no-op. I’m here be–well, I’ve thought fur a long time I’d like t’ stay at this here hotel.”
“Indeed!”
“Yes. I’ve been up th’ gulch these fifteen years. Bin livin’ on a shelf of black rock. Th’ sun got ’round ’bout ten. Couldn’t make a thing grow.” The man was looking off toward the hills, with an expression of deep sadness in his eyes. “Didn’t never live in a place where nothin’ ‘d grow, did you? I took geraniums up thar time an’ time agin. Red ones. Made me think of mother; she’s in Germany. Watered ’em mornin’ an’ night. Th’ damned things died.”
The oath slipped out with an artless unconsciousness, and there was a little moisture in his eyes. Kate felt she ought to bring the conversation to a close. She wondered what Jack would say if he saw her talking with a perfect stranger who used oaths! She would have gone into the house but for something that caught her eye. It was the hand of the man; that hand was a bludgeon. All grace and flexibility had gone out of it, and it had become a mere instrument of toil. It was seamed and misshapen; yet it had been carefully manicured, and the pointed nails looked fantastic and animal-like. A great seal-ring bore an elaborate monogram, while the little finger displayed a collection of diamonds and emeralds truly dazzling to behold. An impulse of humanity and a sort of artistic curiosity, much stronger than her discretion, urged Kate to continue her conversation.
“What were you doing up the gulch?” she said.
The man leaned back in his chair and regarded her a moment before answering. He realized the significance of her question. He took it as a sign that she was willing to be friendly. A look of gratitude, almost tender, sprang into his eyes,–dull gray eyes, they were, with a kindliness for their only recommendation.
“Makin’ my pile,” he replied. “I’ve been in these parts twenty years. When I come here, I thought I was goin’ to make a fortune right off. I had all th’ money that mother could give me, and I lost everything I had in three months. I went up th’ gulch.” He paused, and wiped his forehead with his handkerchief.
There was something in his remark and the intonation which made Kate say softly:
“I suppose you’ve had a hard time of it.”
“Thar you were!” he cried. “Thar was th’ rock–risin’, risin’, black! At th’ bottom wus th’ creek, howlin’ day an’ night! Lonesome! Gee! No one t’ talk to. Of course, th’ men. Had some with me always. They didn’t talk. It’s too–too quiet t’ talk much. They played cards. Curious, but I never played cards. Don’t think I’d find it amusin’. No, I worked. Came down here once in six months or three months. Had t’ come–grub-staked th’ men, you know. Did you ever eat salt pork?” He turned to Kate suddenly with this question.