"What's his name?" asked Kells.
"Jim Cleve, he said," replied Pearce.
Joan Randle, hidden back in the shadows, forgotten or ignored by
this bandit group, heard the name Jim Cleve with pain and fear, but
not amaze. From the moment Pearce began his speech she had been
prepared for the revelation of her runaway lover's name. She
trembled, and grew a little sick. Jim had made no idle threat.
What would she have given to live over again the moment that had
alienated him?
"Jim Cleve," mused Kells. "Never heard of him. And I never forget a
name or a face. What's he like?"
"Clean, rangy chap, big, but not too big," replied Pearce. "All
muscle. Not more'n twenty three. Hard rider, hard fighter, hard
gambler an' drinker--reckless as hell. If only you can steady him,
boss! Ask Bate what he thinks."
"Well!" exclaimed Kells in surprise. "Strangers are everyday
occurrences on this border. But I never knew one to impress you
fellows as this Cleve. ... Bate, what do you say? What's this Cleve
done? You're an old head. Talk, sense, now."
"Done?" echoed Wood, scratching his grizzled head. "What in the hell
ain't he done? ... He rode in brazener than any feller thet ever
stacked up against this outfit. An' straight-off he wins the outfit.
I don't know how he done it. Mebbe it was because you seen he didn't
care fer anythin' or anybody on earth. He stirred us up. He won all
the money we had in camp--broke most of us--an' give it all back. He
drank more'n the whole outfit, yet didn't get drunk. He threw his
gun on Beady Jones fer cheatin' an' then on Beady's pard, Chick
Williams. Didn't shoot to kill--jest winged 'em. But say, he's the
quickest and smoothest hand to throw a gun thet ever hit this
border. Don't overlook thet. ... Kells, this Jim Cleve's a great
youngster goin' bad quick. An' I'm here to add that he'll take some
company along."
"Bate, you forgot to tell how he handled Luce," said Red Pearee.
"You was there. I wasn't. Tell Kells that."
"Luce. I know the man. Go ahead, Bate," responded Kells.
"Mebbe it ain't any recommendation fer said Jim Cleve," replied
Wood. "Though it did sorta warm me to him. ... Boss, of course, you
recollect thet little Brander girl over at Bear Lake village. She's
old Brander's girl--worked in his store there. I've seen you talk
sweet to her myself. Wal, it seems the old man an' some of his boys
took to prospectin' an' fetched the girl along. Thet's how I
understood it. Luce came bracin' in over at Cabin Gulch one day. As
usual, we was drinkin' an' playin'. But young Cleve wasn't doin'
neither. He had a strange, moody spell thet day, as I recollect.
Luce sprung a job on us. We never worked with him or his outfit, but
mebbe--you can't tell what'd come off if it hadn't been for Cleve.
Luce had a job put up to ride down where ole Brander was washin' fer
gold, take what he had--AN' the girl. Fact was the gold was only
incidental. When somebody cornered Luce he couldn't swear there was
gold worth goin' after. An' about then Jim Cleve woke up. He cussed
Luce somethin' fearful. An' when Luce went for his gun, natural-
like, why this Jim Cleve took it away from him. An' then he jumped
Luce. He knocked an' threw him around an' he near beat him to death
before we could interfere. Luce was shore near dead. All battered
up--broken bones--an' what-all I can't say. We put him to bed an'
he's there yet, an' he'll never be the same man he was."