Die, Damn You. Die!
By Des Dunn
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Des Dunn authored over 500 short Western novels over four decades of creative work.
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Die, Damn You. Die! - Des Dunn
Die, Damn You Die!
A black and red logo Description automatically generatedOriginally Published by Cleveland Publishing.
Republished in 2024 by Echo Books.
Echo Books is an imprint of Superscript Publishing Pty Ltd.
ABN 76 644 812 395.
Registered Office: PO Box 669, Woodend, Victoria, 3442.
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Copyright © The Estate of Desmond Robert Dunn.
National Library of Australia Cataloguing-in-Publication entry.
Creator: Desmond Robert Dunn, author.
Title: Die, Damn You Die!
ISBN: 978-1-922603-43-2 (ePub)
Book design by Jason McGregor.
Any resemblance between any character appearing in this novel and any person living or dead is entirely coincidental and unintentional.
CHAPTER ONE
Not Wanted
From where he stood in the creek washing down Sundown’s blue-black coat, Blake Durant could barely see them coming because the evening light was bad, especially along the creek bank down which the five of them walked. He couldn’t make out their faces, but during the weeks since the wagon train started rolling he’d seen them many times, so the face of each was engraved in his mind. They were impatient men, hungry for the journey’s end and worn out from travelling, and he knew that in the heart of each was the longing to stop. But they couldn’t stop, for they were men of vision and in them was the golden promise of distant lands, a future that offered infinitely more than the pasts they had known
and suffered through.
Durant pulled Sundown from the water and quickly wiped him dry. He had him hitched under the trees when the five drew up. Art Schofield was in front, tall and taciturn, with the confident bearing of a wrangler who knew his business. Then came Jute Carney, skinny, slat-like, his features pinched, a sneer glued to the side of his thin, mean mouth; Jimmy Blunt, always smiling, always bidding a fair day or night to somebody, proving himself a friend as if to belie the menace in his double-holstered gunbelt and his face which was scarred from meetings with men who had been far from friendly; Roland Farner, big and burly, with farmer written all over him, a man who seemed to be on his own even when in a crowd; and Rick Trice, who tried futilely to hide the fact that Farner’s daughter, Ellen, had him going round in circles. What Trice was doing there, Blake Durant had no idea. But he knew what was on the minds of
the other four.
He said, You had your meeting, Farner?
Roland Farner nodded grimly. He seemed for a moment relieved that Durant had addressed him instead of Schofield and his friends.
Yes, we had a meeting as we said we would, Durant ... as we had to have. After all that wrangling last night, something had to be decided upon. The business had to be brought to a head, so to speak.
Blake Durant studied him calmly. What he knew of Farner, he liked. The man was the unchallenged leader of the farmer faction. What he said was listened to and accepted; Farner never had to resort to overbearing manners. It was almost as though what he thought came from the minds of the others.
What’s your decision?
Blake asked.
Boils down to you shiftin’ on, Durant,
said Art Schofield roughly. Pronto!
Blake saw a deep frown suddenly come to Farner’s face. The big farmer took a deep breath and planted his boots wider apart. I said I’d handle this affair, Schofield,
he told the tall wrangler. I don’t want to make this anymore unsavory than it has to be.
Ain’t nothin’ unsavory about tellin’ a nuisance to git,
put in Jute Carney, his lean, lantern-jawed face relieved of its blemishes in the dim light of dusk.
And the sooner the better,
Jimmy Blunt added, rubbing a palm across the butt of his right-hand gun.
Blake Durant ignored their interruption. What does your decision amount to?
he asked Roland Farner.
Farner worked his mouth, his brow rutted. He was clearly unhappy with the way things were going. Standing off from him, Rick Trice looked slightly nervous, out of his depth in this kind of talk.
Well, Durant it ain’t that we’ve got anything personal against you. As we see it, you’ve done everything asked of you since you joined up with us. You’ve been the best hunter on the wagon train and the best trail scout. If it hadn’t been for you, we’d have missed Mintoka Springs and been short of water by now. But you and Stanton ... well, you just don’t hit it off and I’m damned if I know why. Stanton’s done everything asked of him, too. Everything he said about this trail has turned out to be right. Plenty of feed for the stock, enough water, no mountain passes to negotiate, no real trouble of any kind. It’s been pleasant travelling for men and women alike. We have no complaints about Stanton at all, and we intend to follow him right through to the end, to where he says we can stop the wagons and settle.
Blake eyed Schofield, Carney and Blunt carefully before he replied. My argument with Stanton is based almost completely on my knowledge of what lies ahead of us. I’ve told all of you many times what that is, a hellion outfit which has made this territory its own. I’ve seen their tracks and I tell you again there’s a dozen men out there, trailing us, watching us. Why they’ve delayed this long I’ve no idea, but I feel obliged to repeat my warning: They’re waiting for something, maybe for you to tire or get careless.
How come you’re the only one who’s seen the tracks of ’em, Durant?
Schofield asked. Are you sayin’ you got the only eyes in these parts that can read trail sign?
I seem to have the only pair of eyes looking in the right places, Schofield,
Durant returned calmly.
Schofield’s lips curled back in a sneer. Carney shifted a little away from Blake, dropping his right shoulder and easing his left hand towards his gun butt. Blake Durant ignored the menace of Carney. His business was with Farner and although he didn’t care much which way this discussion went, he felt obligated to put Farner right as best he could. He knew he wasn’t a man who made friends easily, but gradually the ice was melting with Farner and his farmer friends. The clannishness had slowly begun to break down and he’d almost reached the point of being accepted unconditionally. He realized it wasn’t easy for them to accept him. In their eyes he was a man on the drift, a loner going their way for reasons of his own. They were simple men and they expected others to be the same.
Listen to me, Farner,
Blake went on, looking straight at Farner and no one else. Even if everything Stanton has promised has come true with respect to the trail, there’s nothing for you at the end of it. Colonel Howie owns all the land past the big desert. He has a cattle empire that he’s proud of and is determined to keep. I know you’ve heard the stories, and I know you’ve also been informed that the good land farther north is there for the taking and there’ll be no trouble in getting it. But Stanton insists on taking you along a route where trouble will inevitably come. When the wagons stop rolling, you won’t be allowed to settle.
Farner’s face grew lines and his lips thinned. He said, Mike Stanton is of a different belief, Durant, and I’m still inclined to put my trust in him. He says that all the land we’re headin’ for hasn’t been legally claimed. Anyway, what would one man want with all that country? Surely there’s space for all, and especially for honest people who ask nothing of anybody and want only to be left alone so they can work for their families and make a new life for themselves.
Blake Durant could offer no further argument. So he shrugged his shoulders and looked west, where the dark hills had the promise of peace and solitude.
Then Rick Trice joined in. Durant, Mr. Stanton says there’s land for all of us out there—good land, with plenty of water. He says that folks like us, keen to work for the future, would have a town built in next to no time. We’d have something for ourselves.
And what Mike Stanton says is true,
Schofield put in sourly. Anybody who says different is a liar, Durant.
Blake’s gaze moved to the tall man. Inwardly he was seething. The wagon train meant nothing to him. Yet he found himself still anxious to argue his case against these men. He didn’t understand why. He had his own plans and had a lot of country to travel before he could begin putting them into operation. He needed none of these people. He didn’t even know them, and he doubted if any of them liked him. There had been too much evidence of men in the train suspecting him of joining the trek west for reasons that wouldn’t be to their advantage.
To Farner he said coolly, What is it? Do you want me to ride out?
Farner bit his lip, then nodded gravely. Yes, Durant. We feel there will be less friction and argument with you gone. I don’t think we’re doing you an injustice. You don’t strike me as being the kind of man who needs the company of others, and you don’t appear to be in any way frightened of what might be ahead of you. You came into our midst suddenly and offered no explanation. Now I feel obliged to stand by those I know.
Blake nodded and stepped away. He picked up