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<blockquote data-quote="Silver Moon" data-source="post: 2383528" data-attributes="member: 8530"><p><strong>Chapter 46, “Tucson”, Tuesday, March 14th, 8:30 AM </strong> </p><p></p><p>Jake arrives at the Wells Fargo office and purchases a ticket for a round trip to Tombstone and back. He boards the stage. The only other passengers on this trip is a prospector named Henry Robinson who had worked for the Breakheart Mine. He had received a letter from his family saying that his father had passed away so he was making the trip back to his family home in Toledo, Ohio. Marshall Earp then arrives on his horse, apparently planning to accompany the stagecoach to Tombstone. </p><p></p><p>The journey is uneventful, arriving at 1:30 PM. That gives Jake some time in town before the 4:00 PM train to Tucson which he spends on some odd errands, making sure to stay clear on any Earps. The 4:00 PM train has around a dozen passengers including Robinson. The journey is uneventful Jake gets off the train at 5:15 PM. </p><p></p><p>He heads directly to the Water Hole Saloon. The head guard, Richard, is behind the bar when Jake enters. He looks up and says “He’s waiting for you in the back room Mr. Jacob.” Jake heads out back and Red is indeed waiting for him. “Glad you’ve come me boy” he exclaims as he pulls out a bottle of Kentucky Bourbon. </p><p></p><p>"I'm always glad to be seeing you and your best friend there," Jake replies clicking a glass to the bottle, "but what Hades could possibly make you so desperate to send me a note like that one?" </p><p></p><p>Red replies, “Sorry Jacob, there’s no crisis, I was just worried about you and wanted an update. I finished up in Benson a few days ago and just got back, so I sent you the note. I wanted to see how things have been going with you and Adair before deciding upon my next destination. I figure I’ll stay here a week or so, and then either head back to Promise City to help you out or head over to Bisbee to gamble for another month.” </p><p></p><p>Jake gives him the overall update of what has happened since they were last together, including the trouble with Earp. "No confrontation with Adair in a while." Jake says but then gives him a nasty grin. "I figured it was time for me to cause some trouble for him though. Little things first. I thought I'd start with planting some suspicions in his mind about Kitty's loyalty. Of course not directly from Silver Jake Cook, he'd get them from Kitty herself." </p><p></p><p>Red raises his eyebrows in question and Jake continues. "I'll get a sample of Kitty's writing, locate some inside knowledge that she knows and have him find a letter from her offering to sell that knowledge to someone. Perhaps even Fisk." Jake shrugs, "What do you think?" Red replies, "I think you live a dangerous life there Mr. Cooke." </p><p></p><p>"You did call me at a bad time though, Ruby's having some trouble with an old friend. A guy by the name of George Eastman. I expect you've heard of him. Anyway, it brings up some uncomfortable past for her and I really should be there instead of drinking bourbon in Tucson." A flash of concern crosses his face. "I'll need to get back as soon as I can." </p><p></p><p>Red says, “Well, the train to Tombstone with the passenger car doesn’t leave tomorrow until 2:15 PM, so you’d miss the afternoon Stage to Promise City by a few hours. But if you want I could probably get you on the morning train instead. It’s a freight train and doesn’t take passengers but they have a mail car. One of my bank manager friends could probably get you on as an extra guard given your prior experience as a both bank guard and as a deputy for Wyatt Earp.” </p><p></p><p>Jake replies, "Guard duty and me don't seem to get along very well, but I really want to be back. If you can arrange transport on the early train I'd be most grateful." He looks at his old friend for a while before he continues again. "As much as I'd like you have you in Promise City I just don't see that it makes sense. No point in you risking more than you need to over potential problems with Adair. You already decided that was best for you not to linger there. I think I need to figure this one out for myself." </p><p></p><p>Red replies, "If that's how you want it, but keep 'Mr. Allister' with you in that case. And if you do need me have somebody get a message to my 'other self' in Bisbee. The town isn't so big that they won't be able to find me." They spend the rest of the evening drinking and talking.</p><p></p><p>Wednesday, March 15th, 1882: </p><p></p><p>Jake gets up early, still a little fuzzy from last nights drinking with Red O'Brien and blearily washes up. While pulling out a change of clothing from his bag a book tumbles to the floor. "Where'd you come from?" He grabs a cover of the book and a playing card slides out face down. He groans and reaches down again and retrieves the queen of hearts. "I may actually have to read this book of fairy tales some day. I hope you weren't marking a page." Jake says to the playing card. He tucks the card back into the book, pats the cover lightly a couple of time and puts it back in the bag with a smile. </p><p></p><p>He goes out without waking Red to see Mr. Beck. Jake admires the work, and chats a bit with him before he pays Mr. Beck for the special order. Afterwards Jake heads back to have some breakfast with Red before catching the 10:45 AM train to Tombstone. </p><p></p><p>Red explains how he still doesn't want his other identity to be seen with Mr. Jacob, so will have Richard accompany Jake over to the train. They say their good-byes. Red reiterates "Send a telegram to Bisbee if you need me, just make sure that you get somebody neutral to send it in case word gets back to Adair." </p><p></p><p>Jake and Richard head over to the train depot. A bank manager named Milton Brown, who Jake hadn't met as himself is waiting and Richard makes the introductions. Brown then brings Jake to the Mail car and introduces him to the mail clerk Walter Spaulding, adding Mr. Cook worked as a Deputy for Wyatt Earp. Spaulding says, "Happy to have you on board, I'll rest easier knowing that you're with me." </p><p></p><p>The train pulls out of Tucson at 10:45 AM. Spaulding passes the time sorting mail from one big bag into five smaller bags labeled as "Benson", "Bisbee", "Promise City", "Tombstone" and "New Mexico". He stops and looks at one in his hand and comments "Look's like I got one for you here, Mr. Jacob Cook, Lone Star Dance Hall and Saloon. Here, it'll give you something to read on the trip." He hands the letter to Jake.</p><p></p><p>Jake accepts the letter from Spaulding. He unhurriedly tears it open with his finger and unfolds the single sheet of paper. He leans against the wall of the mail car unperturbed by the rocking and shaking. The only change in his expression as he reads it is a brief and slight rise of his eyebrows. He only reads it once, returning the letter to it's envelope in the same unhurried fashion and slips it into his shirt pocket. </p><p></p><p>Jake returns to looking out the mail car windows, not gazing or enjoying the scenery but looking. "Gods, I hate guard duty," He mutters under his breath. Spaulding apparently has very good hearing, replying "Well, I for one am thankful for the company. This gets pretty boring. I usually only get to talk to somebody on the freight trains set to haul gold back from Tombstone, when they sent one to two dozen soldiers along." </p><p></p><p>The train reaches Tombstone promptly at noon. Jake makes his way over to the Mexican west side of town where he finds a nice Earp-free Cantina to have lunch at. He then carefully heads over to where the Wells Fargo Stage is waiting and hands his return ticket to Chuck Nevers. Before climbing in he notes several large trunks tied to the top and back of the stage. </p><p></p><p>Inside are four other passengers, a dwarven prospector who introduces himself in a thick Scottish accent as Callum Ian McGonigle. The other three include a man in his late forties whose face looks like it was chiseled out of granite with the widest shoulders Jake has ever seen. The iron jaw man introduces himself in an Alabama accent as Markus Jackson. He then gestures to the younger couple and introduces them as his son Billy Bob Jackson and Billy Bob's wife Lurleen. They stagecoach is its usual boring ride, arriving at the Promise City Wells Fargo Office at 5:45 P.M.</p><p></p><p>After the long stage ride Jake decides to visit the outhouse before heading on into the Lucky Lady. As he exits he encounters Jeff Mills. "Hey! Welcome back Jake." Jeff says warmly. </p><p>"Good to be back. Anything going on I need to know about?" "Naw, all is well. Well enough anyway." Jeff replies and starts to head on his way. </p><p></p><p>"Hold up a second Jeff." Jake guides him to the side of the building out of sight. "I've been meaning to ask you about something, and it's quiet enough out here. Some time back you made a comment about the army not liking you. That and I've noticed a reluctance on your part to come out to mine. You've been a good and loyal employee, more like a friend we can trust. Care to tell me what that is all about? I'll keep it between us if you like."</p><p></p><p>Jeff replies, "Let's just say that the local military leaders weren't too fond of my service in the Confederacy. That's why I can't get work for the railroads or mines, companies dealing directly with the U.S. Government have been instructed that hiring me would jeopardize their contracts." </p><p></p><p>That comment comes as a surprise to Jake for a number of reasons. First are all the laws that President Johnson and Congress put into effect affect after the war to try to heal the country. Second, is that Jeff Mills is only in his late twenties, so would have been too young to have served in the Civil War. And third, Jeff speaks with an accent that indicates he's from the Lake Erie region of western New York State, so he never would have pegged him for a Confederate sympathizer. Even though he gave an answer, Jeff appears to be very uncomfortable with Jake's question.</p><p></p><p>"Huh," Jake scratches his chin while looking at Jeff. "I'm surprised a bit by that, if I am remembering things correctly you were pretty open minded about non humans coming into the saloon. Seems like there is more to this story than you are telling me." Jake pats him on the shoulder. </p><p></p><p>"Look Jeff, a man makes his reputation with me by what I see and how he deals with me. I have no qualms about you. I can't be dancing about figuring what you can and can't do if I don't know what's going on with you." He shakes his head. "Someday tell me the whole story if you're up to it, but in the mean time just be plain with me if there is something you rather not do. Don't be making excuses just tell me outright and we'll be fine. I just wish there was a way to get your expertise in the construction out at the mine, perhaps even quietly. I won't ask you to do anything you don't feel right about."</p><p></p><p>Jeff replies, "Just thinking of you sir. You need to be able to sell your silver to the Government and they won't buy from you if they think I'm involved. But if you want I can take a ride up by your mine this weekend and maybe make you some sketches of what you need to do to get it up and running. And as for the war, it was about the rights of the individual states and territories to make their own decisions. It was not about slavery. The government did to the south no different than the Earps did to you and Mr. Martin last weekend, just another bully using their power to oppress the weaker one."</p><p></p><p>Jake keeps his poker face but is suddenly suspicious and surreptitiously looks at Jeff a bit more closely for any evidence of non-human ancestors. "There was one more thing though," Jake raises an eyebrow in false concern but then breaks into a smile, "are you fond of that old pistol of yours or would you be interested in a new one on me? I'd rather the man who helps protect my assets has a good weapon. Consider it a little bonus."</p><p></p><p>He replies, "Sir, this weapon was a gift from my commanding officer. I'd prefer to keep it, plus you might find yourself in trouble if you go buying firearms for me. But if you want to buy the Lucky Lady weapons and make them available to all the bouncers then I'd be inclined to use them when on duty."</p><p></p><p>"Jeff, I hope I didn't insult you. I know that a man's firearm can be a very personal choice." Jake unconsciously bumps his Colt with his arm. "I'll stock up the Lucky Lady with a few weapons that can be used if you want." Jake offers his hand to Jeff for a handshake. "No worries Mr. Mills. I'm still convinced I made a good choice asking you to stay with us here at the Lucky Lady. I'd appreciate that sketch if you can do it. We'll keep it quiet. Just think about what I could do for you in return." </p><p></p><p>After Jeff replies, Jake let's him back on his way. Silver Jake Cook then walks around to the front door of the Lucky Lady and surveys the interior of the saloon. "Home." He laughs. "Sounds strange coming from my lips."</p><p></p><p>"Jake?" Ruby knew it was Jake's voice but he couldn't be back so soon. She stands, turns slowly and sees Jake standing in the doorway. She skips over to him, hair bouncing, puppies in tow, before stopping abruptly right in front of him. "What are you doing... or should I say... how did you get back so soon? Is everything ok?" Ruby has a slightly worried look on her face.</p><p></p><p>He replies, "Everything's fine. Let me go put my stuff away and get changed, then we can talk." Chester gives the two a moment alone, before he crosses the floor. "Hi Jake, how've you been?"Ruby watches Jake greet Chester then walk upstairs. "Have you eaten Chester? Why don't you eat before it starts getting busy?" Ruby goes into the kitchen and puts down some food for the puppies then heads back out to the bar to wait for Jake.</p><p></p><p>"Sounds good to me." Chester pokes his head in the kitchen. "Hi Maria. It smells good in here. What's cooking?" Maria says, "Venison stew. Would you like some, Chet?" "Yes, I would. Thank you. Wonder if it'll be a busy night." Chester grabs a spoon and sits down to eat the stew.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Silver Moon, post: 2383528, member: 8530"] [B]Chapter 46, “Tucson”, Tuesday, March 14th, 8:30 AM [/B] Jake arrives at the Wells Fargo office and purchases a ticket for a round trip to Tombstone and back. He boards the stage. The only other passengers on this trip is a prospector named Henry Robinson who had worked for the Breakheart Mine. He had received a letter from his family saying that his father had passed away so he was making the trip back to his family home in Toledo, Ohio. Marshall Earp then arrives on his horse, apparently planning to accompany the stagecoach to Tombstone. The journey is uneventful, arriving at 1:30 PM. That gives Jake some time in town before the 4:00 PM train to Tucson which he spends on some odd errands, making sure to stay clear on any Earps. The 4:00 PM train has around a dozen passengers including Robinson. The journey is uneventful Jake gets off the train at 5:15 PM. He heads directly to the Water Hole Saloon. The head guard, Richard, is behind the bar when Jake enters. He looks up and says “He’s waiting for you in the back room Mr. Jacob.” Jake heads out back and Red is indeed waiting for him. “Glad you’ve come me boy” he exclaims as he pulls out a bottle of Kentucky Bourbon. "I'm always glad to be seeing you and your best friend there," Jake replies clicking a glass to the bottle, "but what Hades could possibly make you so desperate to send me a note like that one?" Red replies, “Sorry Jacob, there’s no crisis, I was just worried about you and wanted an update. I finished up in Benson a few days ago and just got back, so I sent you the note. I wanted to see how things have been going with you and Adair before deciding upon my next destination. I figure I’ll stay here a week or so, and then either head back to Promise City to help you out or head over to Bisbee to gamble for another month.” Jake gives him the overall update of what has happened since they were last together, including the trouble with Earp. "No confrontation with Adair in a while." Jake says but then gives him a nasty grin. "I figured it was time for me to cause some trouble for him though. Little things first. I thought I'd start with planting some suspicions in his mind about Kitty's loyalty. Of course not directly from Silver Jake Cook, he'd get them from Kitty herself." Red raises his eyebrows in question and Jake continues. "I'll get a sample of Kitty's writing, locate some inside knowledge that she knows and have him find a letter from her offering to sell that knowledge to someone. Perhaps even Fisk." Jake shrugs, "What do you think?" Red replies, "I think you live a dangerous life there Mr. Cooke." "You did call me at a bad time though, Ruby's having some trouble with an old friend. A guy by the name of George Eastman. I expect you've heard of him. Anyway, it brings up some uncomfortable past for her and I really should be there instead of drinking bourbon in Tucson." A flash of concern crosses his face. "I'll need to get back as soon as I can." Red says, “Well, the train to Tombstone with the passenger car doesn’t leave tomorrow until 2:15 PM, so you’d miss the afternoon Stage to Promise City by a few hours. But if you want I could probably get you on the morning train instead. It’s a freight train and doesn’t take passengers but they have a mail car. One of my bank manager friends could probably get you on as an extra guard given your prior experience as a both bank guard and as a deputy for Wyatt Earp.” Jake replies, "Guard duty and me don't seem to get along very well, but I really want to be back. If you can arrange transport on the early train I'd be most grateful." He looks at his old friend for a while before he continues again. "As much as I'd like you have you in Promise City I just don't see that it makes sense. No point in you risking more than you need to over potential problems with Adair. You already decided that was best for you not to linger there. I think I need to figure this one out for myself." Red replies, "If that's how you want it, but keep 'Mr. Allister' with you in that case. And if you do need me have somebody get a message to my 'other self' in Bisbee. The town isn't so big that they won't be able to find me." They spend the rest of the evening drinking and talking. Wednesday, March 15th, 1882: Jake gets up early, still a little fuzzy from last nights drinking with Red O'Brien and blearily washes up. While pulling out a change of clothing from his bag a book tumbles to the floor. "Where'd you come from?" He grabs a cover of the book and a playing card slides out face down. He groans and reaches down again and retrieves the queen of hearts. "I may actually have to read this book of fairy tales some day. I hope you weren't marking a page." Jake says to the playing card. He tucks the card back into the book, pats the cover lightly a couple of time and puts it back in the bag with a smile. He goes out without waking Red to see Mr. Beck. Jake admires the work, and chats a bit with him before he pays Mr. Beck for the special order. Afterwards Jake heads back to have some breakfast with Red before catching the 10:45 AM train to Tombstone. Red explains how he still doesn't want his other identity to be seen with Mr. Jacob, so will have Richard accompany Jake over to the train. They say their good-byes. Red reiterates "Send a telegram to Bisbee if you need me, just make sure that you get somebody neutral to send it in case word gets back to Adair." Jake and Richard head over to the train depot. A bank manager named Milton Brown, who Jake hadn't met as himself is waiting and Richard makes the introductions. Brown then brings Jake to the Mail car and introduces him to the mail clerk Walter Spaulding, adding Mr. Cook worked as a Deputy for Wyatt Earp. Spaulding says, "Happy to have you on board, I'll rest easier knowing that you're with me." The train pulls out of Tucson at 10:45 AM. Spaulding passes the time sorting mail from one big bag into five smaller bags labeled as "Benson", "Bisbee", "Promise City", "Tombstone" and "New Mexico". He stops and looks at one in his hand and comments "Look's like I got one for you here, Mr. Jacob Cook, Lone Star Dance Hall and Saloon. Here, it'll give you something to read on the trip." He hands the letter to Jake. Jake accepts the letter from Spaulding. He unhurriedly tears it open with his finger and unfolds the single sheet of paper. He leans against the wall of the mail car unperturbed by the rocking and shaking. The only change in his expression as he reads it is a brief and slight rise of his eyebrows. He only reads it once, returning the letter to it's envelope in the same unhurried fashion and slips it into his shirt pocket. Jake returns to looking out the mail car windows, not gazing or enjoying the scenery but looking. "Gods, I hate guard duty," He mutters under his breath. Spaulding apparently has very good hearing, replying "Well, I for one am thankful for the company. This gets pretty boring. I usually only get to talk to somebody on the freight trains set to haul gold back from Tombstone, when they sent one to two dozen soldiers along." The train reaches Tombstone promptly at noon. Jake makes his way over to the Mexican west side of town where he finds a nice Earp-free Cantina to have lunch at. He then carefully heads over to where the Wells Fargo Stage is waiting and hands his return ticket to Chuck Nevers. Before climbing in he notes several large trunks tied to the top and back of the stage. Inside are four other passengers, a dwarven prospector who introduces himself in a thick Scottish accent as Callum Ian McGonigle. The other three include a man in his late forties whose face looks like it was chiseled out of granite with the widest shoulders Jake has ever seen. The iron jaw man introduces himself in an Alabama accent as Markus Jackson. He then gestures to the younger couple and introduces them as his son Billy Bob Jackson and Billy Bob's wife Lurleen. They stagecoach is its usual boring ride, arriving at the Promise City Wells Fargo Office at 5:45 P.M. After the long stage ride Jake decides to visit the outhouse before heading on into the Lucky Lady. As he exits he encounters Jeff Mills. "Hey! Welcome back Jake." Jeff says warmly. "Good to be back. Anything going on I need to know about?" "Naw, all is well. Well enough anyway." Jeff replies and starts to head on his way. "Hold up a second Jeff." Jake guides him to the side of the building out of sight. "I've been meaning to ask you about something, and it's quiet enough out here. Some time back you made a comment about the army not liking you. That and I've noticed a reluctance on your part to come out to mine. You've been a good and loyal employee, more like a friend we can trust. Care to tell me what that is all about? I'll keep it between us if you like." Jeff replies, "Let's just say that the local military leaders weren't too fond of my service in the Confederacy. That's why I can't get work for the railroads or mines, companies dealing directly with the U.S. Government have been instructed that hiring me would jeopardize their contracts." That comment comes as a surprise to Jake for a number of reasons. First are all the laws that President Johnson and Congress put into effect affect after the war to try to heal the country. Second, is that Jeff Mills is only in his late twenties, so would have been too young to have served in the Civil War. And third, Jeff speaks with an accent that indicates he's from the Lake Erie region of western New York State, so he never would have pegged him for a Confederate sympathizer. Even though he gave an answer, Jeff appears to be very uncomfortable with Jake's question. "Huh," Jake scratches his chin while looking at Jeff. "I'm surprised a bit by that, if I am remembering things correctly you were pretty open minded about non humans coming into the saloon. Seems like there is more to this story than you are telling me." Jake pats him on the shoulder. "Look Jeff, a man makes his reputation with me by what I see and how he deals with me. I have no qualms about you. I can't be dancing about figuring what you can and can't do if I don't know what's going on with you." He shakes his head. "Someday tell me the whole story if you're up to it, but in the mean time just be plain with me if there is something you rather not do. Don't be making excuses just tell me outright and we'll be fine. I just wish there was a way to get your expertise in the construction out at the mine, perhaps even quietly. I won't ask you to do anything you don't feel right about." Jeff replies, "Just thinking of you sir. You need to be able to sell your silver to the Government and they won't buy from you if they think I'm involved. But if you want I can take a ride up by your mine this weekend and maybe make you some sketches of what you need to do to get it up and running. And as for the war, it was about the rights of the individual states and territories to make their own decisions. It was not about slavery. The government did to the south no different than the Earps did to you and Mr. Martin last weekend, just another bully using their power to oppress the weaker one." Jake keeps his poker face but is suddenly suspicious and surreptitiously looks at Jeff a bit more closely for any evidence of non-human ancestors. "There was one more thing though," Jake raises an eyebrow in false concern but then breaks into a smile, "are you fond of that old pistol of yours or would you be interested in a new one on me? I'd rather the man who helps protect my assets has a good weapon. Consider it a little bonus." He replies, "Sir, this weapon was a gift from my commanding officer. I'd prefer to keep it, plus you might find yourself in trouble if you go buying firearms for me. But if you want to buy the Lucky Lady weapons and make them available to all the bouncers then I'd be inclined to use them when on duty." "Jeff, I hope I didn't insult you. I know that a man's firearm can be a very personal choice." Jake unconsciously bumps his Colt with his arm. "I'll stock up the Lucky Lady with a few weapons that can be used if you want." Jake offers his hand to Jeff for a handshake. "No worries Mr. Mills. I'm still convinced I made a good choice asking you to stay with us here at the Lucky Lady. I'd appreciate that sketch if you can do it. We'll keep it quiet. Just think about what I could do for you in return." After Jeff replies, Jake let's him back on his way. Silver Jake Cook then walks around to the front door of the Lucky Lady and surveys the interior of the saloon. "Home." He laughs. "Sounds strange coming from my lips." "Jake?" Ruby knew it was Jake's voice but he couldn't be back so soon. She stands, turns slowly and sees Jake standing in the doorway. She skips over to him, hair bouncing, puppies in tow, before stopping abruptly right in front of him. "What are you doing... or should I say... how did you get back so soon? Is everything ok?" Ruby has a slightly worried look on her face. He replies, "Everything's fine. Let me go put my stuff away and get changed, then we can talk." Chester gives the two a moment alone, before he crosses the floor. "Hi Jake, how've you been?"Ruby watches Jake greet Chester then walk upstairs. "Have you eaten Chester? Why don't you eat before it starts getting busy?" Ruby goes into the kitchen and puts down some food for the puppies then heads back out to the bar to wait for Jake. "Sounds good to me." Chester pokes his head in the kitchen. "Hi Maria. It smells good in here. What's cooking?" Maria says, "Venison stew. Would you like some, Chet?" "Yes, I would. Thank you. Wonder if it'll be a busy night." Chester grabs a spoon and sits down to eat the stew. [/QUOTE]
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