The Winning of Barbara Worth: Original Text
Harold Bell Wright
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(Independently published, June 12, 2020)
Jefferson Worth's outfit of four mules and a big wagon pulled out of San Felipe at daybreak,headed for Rubio City. From the swinging red tassels on the bridles of the leaders to thegalvanized iron water bucket dangling from the tail of the reach back of the rear axle theoutfit wore an unmistakable air of prosperity. The wagon was loaded only with a wellstocked "grub-box," the few necessary camp cooking utensils, blankets and canvastarpaulin, with rolled barley and bales of hay for the team, and two water barrels—empty.Hanging by its canvas strap from the spring of the driver's seat was a large, cloth-coveredcanteen. Behind the driver there was another seat of the same wide, comfortable type, butthe man who held the reins was apparently alone. Jefferson Worth was not with his outfit.By sending the heavy wagon on ahead and following later with a faster team and a lightbuckboard, Mr. Worth could join his outfit in camp that night, saving thus at least anotherhalf day for business in San Felipe. Jefferson Worth, as he himself would have put it,"figured on the value of time." Indeed Jefferson Worth figured on the value of nearlyeverything.Now San Felipe, you must know, is where the big ships come in and the air tingles with theelectricity of commerce as men from all lands, driven by the master passion of humankind—Good Business—seek each his own.But Rubio City, though born of that same master passion of the race, is where the thin edgeof civilization is thinnest, on the Colorado River, miles beyond the Coast Range Mountains,on the farther side of that dreadful land where the thirsty atmosphere is charged with theawful silence of uncounted ages.Between these two scenes of man's activity, so different and yet so like, and crossing thusthe land of my story, there was only a rude trail—two hundred and more hard and lonelymiles of it—the only mark of man in all that desolate waste and itself marked every mile bythe graves of men and by the bleached bones of their cattle.