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  “Are You Really Serious About Going to Montana, Benteen?”

  He seemed slightly taken aback, a dark brow arching. “Yes.”

  “Don’t you think we should talk about it?” Lorna asked.

  “What is there to talk about?” He frowned, his gaze narrowing on her. “We’ve already discussed that I was going to look for a place.”

  “Yes, but you didn’t say anything about Montana,” Lorna protested. “I thought you were going to buy a place in Texas.”

  “There’s nothing around here, Lorna,” he stated. “Up there, the sky’s the limit—and what a sky it is! Wait until you see it. It’s beautiful country.”

  “I’m sure it is,” she murmured. “It’s just that it’s so far away.”

  A smile touched his mouth. “You have to leave your parents sometime.” He was beginning to understand her hesitation. He’d forgotten she was so young. Her attachment to her parents was still very strong. That would change once they were married.

  He reached out to take her in his arms. It had been too long since he’d seen her, and his body was hungry for the feel of a woman’s softness.

  Books by Janet Daily

  Calder Born, Calder Bred

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  This Calder Range

  This Calder Sky

  The Best Way to Lose

  Touch The Wind

  The Glory Game

  The Pride of Hannah Wade

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  For the Love of God

  Foxfire Light

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  The Lancaster Men

  Leftover Love

  Mistletoe & Holly

  The Second Time

  Separate Cabins

  Terms of Surrender

  Western Man

  Nightway

  Ride the Thunder

  The Rogue

  This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons living or dead is entirely coincidental.

  An Original Publication of POCKET BOOKS

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  Copyright © 1982 by Janet Dailey

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  ISBN: 978-1-4391-8910-8

  ISBN-13: 978-1-4391-8910-8

  eISBN-13: 9781451640328

  First Pocket Books mass market printing October 1982

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  Cover photo by Ric Ergenbright

  Cover design by Jim Lebbad

  Printed in the U.S.A.

  I

  Free grass for the taking—

  My luck’s gonna change,

  ’Cause there’s nothing left in Texas

  To match this Calder range.

  September 1878

  1

  It was a country of benchlands and breaks, coulees and cutbanks—and grass that stretched a hundred miles in every direction. The dominating expanse of blue sky overhead seemed to flatten it, but this vast northern range undulated like a heavy sea. The lonely grandeur of it gripped at the heart of the strong and intimidated the weak.

  A pair of riders leading packhorses topped a crest of this virgin Montana Territory and reined in. From the stout, double-rigged saddle to the shotgun chaps and the low crown of their cowboy hats, their clothes and their gear marked them as Texans. They were covered with a thick layer of travel dust.

  They walked their horses partway down the gentle slope and stopped again when they were no longer skylined by the plain’s swell. Saddle leather groaned as the taller of the two men swung to the ground in a fluid motion. The chalk-faced bay he was riding blew out a snort and dipped its nose toward the grass.

  Rawboned and lean, Chase Benteen Calder carried his near-six-foot height with the ease of a shorter man. His weight was distributed in hard muscles that lay flatly across his chest and broad shoulders and the long girth of his legs. The twenty-six years of his life had beaten a toughness into his boldly spaced features. It showed in the quickness of his dark eyes, the small break along the bridge of his nose, and the pale track of an old scar on his right temple. Experience had made him closemouthed and vigilant, and the sun had darkened him.

  He kept a hold on the reins to his chalk-faced bay while it lowered its head to graze. The rattle of the bridle bit briefly drew his glance to the horse tearing at the curly, matted grass growing close to the ground.

  It was native buffalo grass, more nutritious than any other kind. Heat and drought couldn’t kill it; cold winters cured it into hay; the trampling of hooves couldn’t destroy it. It was said this short grass could put two hundred extra pounds on a steer at maturity. A few minutes ago they had ridden through some ripening blue joint. Taller than the buffalo grass, its wheatlike heads had brushed the stirrups of his saddle.

  The great herds of buffalo that had once roamed this range were well on their way to being exterminated by buffalo hunters and hiders. It was an act encouraged by the government in Washington in a deliberate attempt to break the spirit of the Plains Indians and subdue them once and for all. A year before, on October 5, 1877, Chief Joseph of the Nez Percé had surrendered over in the Bear Paw Mountains. Most of the Sioux and the Cheyenne were corraled on reservations, and the rest had fled to Canada with Sitting Bull and Dull Knife. After years of pressure from clamoring ranchers and railroads, the government was finally throwing open the last isolated island of open range. All this land was going to be free for the taking.

  Chase Benteen Calder scanned the limitless expanse of the plains with sharp and knowing eyes. His glance stopped on the wiry rider sitting loosely on his horse. Both men were seasoned veterans of a half-dozen trail drives of longhorns north to the railheads in Kansas and beyond. They had just come off a drive Benteen had bossed for the Ten Bar ranch south of Fort Worth, Texas, to deliver a herd to an outfit in the Wyoming Territory. The horses they were riding and the ones that carried their packs all had the 10-brand burned on their hips.

  It was on the trail during a stopover at Dodge City that they’d heard the first talk about the Indian country of Montana Territory and Benteen’s interest had been aroused. Then, the ramrod of the Wyoming outfit had mentioned the free grass opening up to the north. Instead of heading directly back to Texas, Benteen had taken this side trip to get a look at the country, and Barnie had tagged along.

  This vast rolling grassland was all that they had claimed it to be, and more. Its lower altitude made it more desirable than the plains of Wyoming and Colorado, and its grasses were rich—capable of putting hard weight on cattle.

  There would be a stampede into the territory. Free grass was like whispering “gold.” Right now, it looked like a sea of gold. Summer had ripened it to a rich yellow and autumn’s cool breath was bronzing the heavy-headed grasses that covered hundreds of square miles. Its location wouldn’t stay a secret for long. Soon the place would be overrun with people arriving to make their big chance. Would-be ranchers and speculators would come crawling out of the woodwork like cockroaches to try to make a quick buck and run. But Benteen made up his mind to be here before the cockroaches came.

  “I think this is it, Barnie.” His narrow smile was cool and sure.

  “Yep.” Barnabas Moore didn’t need an explanation of that statement.

  Three things were required to make a good cattle range—grass,
water, and natural shelter from winter storms. There was grass aplenty; plum thickets and chokecherry trees offered brush shelter; and just ahead there was the wide course of a riverbed meandering through the heaving plains.

  Looping the reins around the horse’s neck, Benteen swung into the saddle and turned his mount and packhorse toward the cottonwood-lined banks of the river. The taciturn Barnie Moore followed, swaying loosely in rhythm to his horse’s gait.

  “Look there.” Barnie nodded, the rolled front brim of his hat pointing to a cutbank where erosion by water and wind had exposed strata of rock and earth in the slope. Close to the surface, a wide seam of shiny black coal gleamed in the autumn sunlight. “Won’t lack for fuel.”

  Surrounded by virtually treeless ridges, it was an important scrap of information to be tucked away for future use. Benteen made a mental note of it as both men continued toward the river without slacking their horses’ pace.

  Summer had reduced the river’s flow to a sluggish current. It was well within the banks carved by spring melts, the shallow water running crystal clear. But it was water—life-giving, life-sustaining water.

  Benteen let the reins sag on the saddlehorn. Beside him, Barnie reached into the deep pocket of his vest and fetched out his tobacco sack and paper. Certainty eased through Chase Benteen Calder. There was no longer any need to search this stark, lonely Montana land.

  His eyes were filled with the enormous landscape, the sprawling plains valley with its shallow river flowing through it, the upthrust of range beyond it—and the high blue sky. This range reached from here to forever.

  And it sang its promise to him. It sounded crazy to think the land was singing to him, but it was. The low murmur of the water set the rhythm while a keening breeze swept down the slope, playing a melody in the grasses and the dry leaves of the cottonwoods and willows bordering the river.

  In his mind’s eye, Benteen could see it all as it would be, herds of cattle growing fat on the native grasses, big barns walled with thick wood beams, and a big house sitting on that knoll from which he could view it all. Not in the beginning, but someday. In the meantime, there was plenty of room in these wide-open spaces to think and breathe and dream—and work like hell to make the dream a reality.

  Benteen knew about work. He’d been working all his life for somebody else, but always watching and learning, putting aside money for a place of his own. All of it had been preparing him for this day when he rode onto this land where his knowledge and skill would be put to use. These trackless plains were going to carry his mark. Here he would build something that would endure.

  The conviction that he’d found his home range swelled in his chest. This was his. This would be Calder land. “I’m filing on this stretch of river,” he stated as Barnie licked his cigarette together.

  Every cattleman knew that laying claim to a narrow stretch of the allowed 160-acre homestead tract gave control of an entire region—a minimum of ten miles on either side, or as far as a cow could walk to water. Elbow room increased it by at least another ten miles, and sometimes more. Barnie had already agreed that if Benteen found the right rangeland, he’d file on the adjoining stretch and turn it over to him, which was a common practice of the day. The additional 160 acres would give him breathing room—with more to come.

  Texas had given Benteen his fill of being hemmed in and crowded. He’d been a boy at the close of the Civil War, but he’d seen the changes that had come with Reconstruction—few of them good. There had been too many lost causes in his young life. Here was the place for new beginnings.

  “Come spring, I’ll bring up a herd,” Benteen stated in a spare, even tone while Barnie cupped a match to the hand-rolled cigarette and bent a little toward the flame. “If all goes well, I’ll be back before the end of next summer. Do you think you can hang on here till then?”

  “Reckon,” Barnie drawled. He was younger by two years than Benteen. “What do you suppose yore pa’ll do?”

  Benteen looked into the distance, a net of crow-tracks springing from the outer corners of his eyes. “I don’t know.” The sun-browned skin became taut across the ridgeline of his jaw. “The Ten Bar’s got him choked off the range. But he’s a stubborn man.”

  His father, Seth Calder, was a good man—a strong man. It was possible he could have been an important man, but he had a blind spot, a fatal flaw. He didn’t know when to let go of a thing that was dead. The War Between the States had ended years ago, yet his father continued to argue the South’s cause, insisting Lincoln had thrown a political blanket over the true issue of states’ rights that had prompted secession and turned the war into a question of slavery. That position hadn’t made him popular with those in power in a Reconstructed Texas.

  His support of the South during the war had left him nearly broke at its end. He struggled to rebuild his modest ranch, only to be wiped out by the Black Friday crash in the Panic of ’73. Judd Boston’s Ten Bar had survived the crash unscathed. While Seth Calder had to sell cattle, Judd Boston had purchased more, until Ten Bar herds flooded the range, leaving little room for Seth Calder to expand without overstocking the land. He was crowded into a small corner of ground that could barely support a cattle operation, but he wouldn’t budge.

  And Seth Calder wouldn’t let go of the idea that his wife would come back to him. Benteen had spent most of his childhood waiting for a mother who never returned. She had chosen his name at birth—Chase Benteen Calder. Chase had been her maiden name, and Benteen the name of a cousin. His given name was rarely used by those who knew him. Even as a child, he’d been called Benteen.

  When he was six years old, his mother had run away with a so-called remittance man—a ne’er-do-well paid a regular allowance by his moneyed English family to stay away from home. His father had always claimed that he’d lured her away with his talk of New Orleans, San Francisco, London, and Europe, of fancy gowns and jewels. After twenty years, Seth still believed she’d return to her husband and son. Benteen didn’t. And, unlike his father, he didn’t want her to come back.

  There were times when a man should stand and fight—and other times when he should cut and run. Benteen saw that, but he doubted that his father would. In Texas, they were outnumbered by memories of the past and a series of present circumstances. Tomorrow was here in Montana Territory. “What about Lorna?” The closeness that had developed between them allowed Barnie to ask the personal question.

  “We’ll be married in the spring before the herd starts north.” There was no more reason to wait. Benteen had found the place that would give them a future. And that was all that had been keeping him from setting a date for his wedding to Lorna Pearce. His gaze was sure and keen, a little on the reckless side. “The next time I leave Texas, it will be for good.” He was going to cut all ties, and whatever was left behind … was left behind.

  2

  Fort Worth, Texas, was the jumping-off point for herds heading north on the Chisholm Trail. It was a boisterous, bawdy cow town, catering to the needs of the cowboy. Merchants sold supplies of flour, sugar, coffee, molasses, prunes, cigars, and other items to the trail outfits. There were saloons, dance halls, and sporting women to make sure the cowboy didn’t get bored before he left.

  It was a town with growing pains. Main and Houston streets were paved, although many argued “paved” was not the right term to describe them. The El Paso Hotel was a three-story building of gray limestone, so things were looking up. But there was a definite lack of sidewalks. No one in Fort Worth was too concerned about the rival Western Trail taking the trail herds away from the much-traveled Chisholm.

  But the trailing season was over for this year. Fort Worth was quiet on the November afternoon Chase Benteen Calder rode in. His clothes were stiff with trail grime, gathered over the long miles from the Montana Territory. A scratchy beard growth shadowed his rawboned features, making him look tougher. The edges of his hair had a dark copper cast. It was rough hair—heavy hair, curling thickly into the scarf tied aroun
d his neck and knotted loosely at the throat.

  With the packhorse in tow, Benteen walked his mount to the livery stable. He wasn’t a man to let his eyes be idle, thus his restless gaze continued its survey of the surrounding streets and buildings and the people in town. He halted the bay in front of the stable’s open doors and dismounted, stepping onto hard-packed ground. The smell of dust and the rank odor from the stable rose strongly around him. A man with a gimpy leg hobbled out of the shadowed interior.

  “Hey, Benteen,” he greeted. “I thought you’d quit these parts.”

  “In time, Stoney.” He gave him a thin smile, weary like the man.

  The rattle of an approaching buggy drew his glance to the street. Benteen recognized Judd Boston at the reins, accompanied by an escort of riders. The owner of the Ten Bar was dressed in a dark suit and vest, the starched white collar of his shirt circling his throat. The bowler hat atop his head further distinguished him from the riders. The power that came with prosperity was evident in the studied arrogance of his posture.

  For all the dandified appearance of Judd Boston, Benteen didn’t make the mistake of seeing softness. Beneath those Eastern clothes, the man’s burly frame was put together with hard muscles. Benteen knew the instant Judd recognized him. The line of his mouth became long and thin as he pulled within himself.

  After the long journey, Benteen was tired, dirty, and irritable. He wanted nothing more than to take a bath, have a cold beer, and see Lorna—in that order. He wasn’t in the mood for a conversation with Judd Boston, but he had little choice.

  He had never liked the man, but he didn’t figure it was necessary to like the person he worked for. Benteen couldn’t pinpoint the reason he didn’t like Judd Boston. Maybe it was because he was a Yankee or because he was a banker—not a true cattleman. Or maybe it was his clean white hands that caused Benteen to distrust him—so clean and white, as if they’d been washed too many times.

 

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