"Ballots & Bullets" (TSR Module BH3) Concluded!

[Silver Moon]

Chapter Two-hundred-twenty-six, “A Picnic“, Sunday, June 18th, 10:30 A.M.

Ruby keeps his hand in hers. "So, what about this photo shoot of yours? You want to do that today? Or a picnic, we could have one here or anywhere really I guess. There is always shopping, I will need some clothes if I'm to stay more than a couple of days. Of course, we could just... keep each other company and not make any plans." He says, "Those all sound like reasonable choices, although my photography studio is back at the factory, so we may want to wait until tomorrow for that. Shopping too, as the stores are closed on Sundays. Restaurants are open, I could call ahead for a lunch reservation or do a pick-up order if you wish to go on a picnic."

"It's so hot out, probably stuffier to stay inside than out, so picnic it is. You can surprise me where we go, although this garden is so beautiful we could even do it here if you'd rather stay home." George agrees and heads inside to place their order. Ruby wanders around in the garden for a while, taking in the beautiful and exotic foliage. She lets her mind wander, to what exciting places each plant is from. Her thoughts end up back with George, and how he was the one with the power to give her everything she wanted. At least, mostly everything as far as she could tell. Really, if she worked hard, she could give herself almost everything she wanted, but then she's be lonely with no one to share her adventures with.

She recollects that before Jake, she had been tired of the lifestyle she was leading and had considered finding some poor victim to marry. Not for love or happiness but strictly for comfort and safety. She hadn't done it, the thought of being locked into a marriage without love so entirely boring and lonely to her she couldn't bring herself to do it. Really, Ruby hadn't considered marriage an option until she got really desperate. It was just not like her to want to give herself to someone, someone who would have the right to control her and lord over her. She shudders at the thought.

Jake had given her things she wanted. Attention, adoration, at least it seemed that way, and freedom all at the same time. But Ruby wanted those things for good, and Jake was obviously not willing to give that final bit, although he talked a good talk. No, in the end, Jake was like all the others who spoke of grand plans but never carried through. If Ruby had given herself much time to think on it, she would have been heartbroken to the core. She had truly believed Jake and her were meant to always be together and that he was different.

But now here she was, not much long after her realizations about Jake, letting herself get carried away again. There was no doubt she was attracted to George. He was all the things a woman looked for in a man, handsome, strong, kind, sexy, generous and had more money than he knew what to do with. Ruby laughed out loud at the thought, he was exactly the type of man who Kate should end up with, while she was with the gambler back in Promise City.

Ruby looks back towards the house, a house that could be hers. She wasn't making any decisions yet, and George seemed happy to let her have her way. He cared for her, no doubt, but just how much he cared for her and not some version of her he made up in his mind, well, only time would tell. And Ruby was curious enough and hopeful enough to find out. She looks back at the flowers, finding herself standing in front of a bush full of deep red roses, like the one Aphrodite had given her through her dream. Maybe it was just coincidence, or perhaps it was a sign, no matter it made her smile. Red roses were a symbol of love, and she would not turn love away.

George breaks Ruby's silence saying "A picnic it is then, I think I know of a place or two that might work out well." "Great!" She takes George's hand again. "I am getting hungry now too, so it's perfect timing." She starts leading him into the house. "I'll go get myself ready for our picnic and you do the same. It won't take me long at all." She squeezes his hand then hurries upstairs. Once up there she puts on her shoes and stockings and brings along some clips for her hair, in case she gets hot. Really that was all she had so after a quick spray of perfume and hair check she heads back downstairs to a waiting George.

"Will William be joining us?" she asks. George replies, "Yes, I intend for him do the driving while we are inside the carriage. That is his job." She says, "It must be nice to have someone drive you everywhere you want to go. You must trust him completely." He replies, "I trust all three of my employees. When I bought this house I determined that there were six tasks which I didn't feel like doing myself. It is not that I couldn't, I just felt it wouldn't have been the best use of my time. So I needed a cook, a housekeeper, a driver, a house manager, a gardener and a maintenance man. But I didn't need any of them full time, so I hired three people who could each fill two of those roles. And it has done good for the staff too. Al and Rosey were both widowed when they each began working for me and fell in love and married while under my employ."

She says, "George, that's so sweet! I mean, that they met and feel in love because of you. You'll have to tell me more about your employees later. I guess we still have a lot to talk about. Well, I am ready when you are. I guess we have to go pick up the food... do you have a blanket?” He says, "Yes, a blanket. Alright, give me just a few more minutes to gather some things and I will meet you in the lobby. William should be back at any minute." She pauses, playing with her hair for a moment. "I'll wait for you in the lobby." Ruby smiles at him before she bounces off to the lobby, where she waits for George and William.

William is the first to arrive, coming in from Church. He doesn't have any of the horse gear with him or smell like the animals so she assumes that the church must have been within walking distance. "Good morning William," Ruby says sweetly. "My friend Richard has left but I've been invited by George to stay for a while and decided to take him up on his offer. I hope that won't be a problem for you." William replies, "Absolutely not Miss. West, I have often suggested to Mr. Eastman that he spend some time on social rather than business ventures."

"You may call me Ruby, William, no need to be formal around me. I detest all those silly airs anyway." He replies, "I am not sure that I would be comfortable with that Miss West.” She laughs, "So George spends too much time at work, does he? I am sure I can help with that regard." He replies, "I have no doubt." She steps a little closer to William and speaks in hushed tones. "So tell me, does George see any other women?" He says, "I am not comfortable discussing that subject, I have certain loyalties to my employer."

"Oh. Well, I suppose that is for the best then. Someone should have some loyalties towards Mr. Eastman, he needs someone to depend on." She shrugs, "As for the other things, I'll just ask him myself. We're going on a picnic, we were just waiting for you to return I believe. George is getting a blanket. I hope you enjoyed services this morning and that you're up for a ride." Ruby peers out the window. "Looks like it could rain." Ruby smiles at him, then waits uncomfortably for George to return.

George comes downstairs. He has a quilted blanket under his arm and a cloth satchel over his shoulder. "Ah, hello William. Miss West and I have decided that a picnic lunch is in order. I have called ahead to Marcel's Restaurant and they are putting the food together. You may want to bring a book along to read, we may be a while once we get to the destination." "Very well sir," William replies and then heads up to his room.

Once he is gone Ruby comments, "He's very loyal to you, you know. I asked him if you were seeing any other women and he wouldn't tell me." Ruby smiles and steps a little closer, "So... are you? Seeing other women that is?" George replies, "No, not really. One of the other managers at the factory has a sister who has occasionally served as my escort at social functions where I would have been expected to have a date, but there is no romantic spark between her and I." Ruby answers, "Well... good. More of you I get to have. Although I'm certain you must have a line of women who are clamoring for you somewhere," she laughs. Ruby takes him by his arm and leads him outside, wondering where they are going.

He replies, "Some, but they are just looking to have a rich husband for the rewards the riches bring, that is why I don't attend social functions without an escort, it would send the signal to dozens of women that I am available." Ruby keeps his arm to her and looks up at him with her big hazel eyes. "But aren't you... available that is? I mean, you don't have a wife...yet. Or a girlfriend, as far as I can tell. Perhaps William is right and you are too much in your work." He says, "Ruby, I'm not saying that I've never been interested in a social life, it just hasn't been my priority these past few years." Ruby grins up at him. "And is it a priority now, George?"

He smiles and says, "Yes, it became one the minute I saw that you were in Rochester." She continues to grin, "George Eastman, I'd really like to kiss you right now. But I suppose that isn't proper with William due to arrive any moment." He smiles and says, "We will have plenty of time alone on this picnic, I know of a special spot." She says, "Well then, I look forward to getting there. Is it a long ride?" He answers, "Around eight or nine miles, probably around a forty-five minute ride."

Ruby nods. "I'm sure we'll find ways to pass the time. And William, he'll be okay just sitting around waiting for us?" George replies "He enjoys reading. The location for our picnic will be an excellent spot for him to sit and enjoy a good book at. I believe that right now he is reading a biography of Civil War Confederate General Stonewall Jackson." She says, "Oh? I can't wait to see where you're taking me then. Let's get going, please." William hitches up the carriage and rides around to the front door. He assists George with packing the blanket and satchel and holds the door while George helps Ruby up into the carriage.

They ride into town, stopping outside of what looks to be a fancy restaurant. George and Ruby remain in the carriage while William heads inside to get the food. She comments, “The restaurant looks really nice. I can't wait to try what you've ordered for lunch. I'm definitely getting hungry now!" Ruby slides closer to George and keeps the rest of her thoughts to herself. William returns with the basket. Ruby detects the smell of fried chicken and.....hot cherry pie. She says, "Smells delicious. I hope the ride goes fast so we can eat!" "Ruby, you need to learn patience," George states with a smile. He then pokes his head out the carriage window and says, "As quickly as you can William would be appreciated." Ruby laughs and reclines against the carriage back. "You're probably right, I have no patience at all." She teases, "But admit it Mr. Eastman, you love that and everything else about me!"

They continue westward out of the city and then turn off on a side road to the northwest. From that they take another side road that looks less traveled. The road reaches a wooded area with a large iron fence. An iron gate across the road is open but a wooden sawhorse is blocking the path. Ruby sees a small wooden building off to the right from which an armed guard exits and approaches the carriage. William tells the guard "George Eastman". The guard takes a notebook out from his pocket and checks a list. He then moves the sawhorse and says "Go right ahead". The carriage rides on, soon exiting the woods at a private beach along Lake Ontario.

She says, "Where are we George? Do you own this land too?" George replies, "No, it is owned by my friend John Jacob Bausch. He and his business partner Henry Lomb own and manage Bausch and Lomb, a large manufacturing firm in town that makes medical instruments for physicians and hospitals. We belong together to the Rochester Business Leaders, a fraternal organization, and he allows some of us to use this property." She replies, "My! You have some connections. That works out well for everyone. This place looks amazing."

When the coach stops Ruby can't wait to jump out and look around. They see one other carriage a distance to the south with a driver beside it. George says, "William, why don't you go and see who else is here?" William heads over and chats with the other driver. He returns and says, "Charles and Edwina Oxnard are having lunch just over that rise." Ruby recognizes the name. They are 'old money' in Rochester, being third generation mill owners. Edwina Oxnard was a close acquaintance of Ruby's mother. The woman also struck Ruby as an old crone.

Ruby rolls her eyes. "Not private enough I guess. Let's try to avoid them. You aren't friends with them, are you?" He says, "Not hardly, I'm new money, they don't want anything to do with me. Easy enough to avoid them, Bausch owns over 200 acres. They are to the east so we just have to go west for our picnic." He turns to William and says, "If the Oxnards or anybody else decides to head our way please give out a call of warning." "Very good sir," is William's reply. Ruby takes the blanket while George takes the basket and satchel. Ruby calls out, "Have a good read William!" before they head off onto the beach.

They walk over a dune until they are out of site of the others. She asks, "How does this look George?" He replies, "Let's go a little further. Beyond that next set of dunes is a grassy hill from which you have an excellent view of the Great Lake." She says, "Alright, I'll follow you, lead the way." They continue on for a few hundred yards and as they cross the last dune Ruby sees that George was not exaggerating, the view is spectacular with miles of the lake now visible. Some sailboats can been seen off in the distance several miles away. The hill has a soft bed of grass atop it with some maple trees providing shade to the area where He sets down the blanket. He puts the satchel aside and begins to take the food from the basket.

Ruby's mouth hangs open as she climbs the small hill. "This is just... breathtaking, really, it is." She just stands and takes in the beauty of the landscape. "It's been a long time since I saw anything like this. The West is so... dry. There are trees and greenery but nothing like this." She waits until George has the food out before she sits on the blanket. She points to her shoes. "Do you mind?" He says, "Not at all." He then gestures to the satchel he brought along and says, "But you can decide later whether or not you wish to be barefoot in your portrait."

"Oh, you brought your camera? How exciting! This is a beautiful spot to take pictures." Ruby blushes. "But obviously you're the expert, you know that already." What was it about George that made Ruby so nervous? She pulls off her shoes and then her stockings. "Ahhhh, much better. I hate wearing shoes." She wiggles her toes in the soft grass. "And I missed that too. Plus it's so much cooler without all the layers. You should try it!" Ruby looks at the spread before her. "This all looks fabulous, you're really spoiling me you know," she says, and reaches for some cheese.

He says, "Oh, I don't know. It isn't often that I have an opportunity to enjoy a nice early summer day along the shore with a beautiful woman. It looked like rain this morning but it appears to have cleared up nicely. This must be our day." "It must be," she replies in a soft, almost faraway voice. She suddenly felt like another person living another life, and as far as she could tell, she liked it. They eat their lunch in a comfortable silence, Ruby still enjoying the fantastic view. Being near the water and the trees reminded her of being a child and some of the memories of that time. Finally she breaks the silence. "George, I have a confession to make. Do you remember that day long ago, in a place like this one, when I threw my ring into the lake by my parents house?"

She notices him tense up. He looks at her and says, "Yes...um...why do you ask?" Ruby's cheeks turn a deep crimson color. "Well, it's just... this is a little embarrassing... It just that sometimes over the years I have wondered what it would have been like if you found it. You know, if you found it and made me marry you." She looks away, off to the water. "I would have, you know, married whomever found it. I don't know why sometimes I stick to my word and sometimes it means nothing. But at the time..." She shrugs. "My point is, over these past years I have wondered what it would be like to be married to you." She finally looks back at George and smiles. "You have to admit, it would have been disastrous, us getting married back then. And we wouldn't be the people we are today."

He says, "Ruby, if you would like I could have William take us by that lake on the way back to Rochester. You should know thought that it is no longer on your parent's property, they sold it, and the new owner has made some changes." He picks up some food and says, "But that can wait until later. For now let's enjoy the meal and I can take your portraits. And yes, I agree that it is probably for the best that we have both been given the opportunity to mature and explore the world before making permanent life decisions."

Ruby's smile falls off her face. "Oh no! Who changed it? I loved that old lake and all the time we spent there." She pouts for a moment. "Perhaps we can see it later. I'm not sure I'm ready to see it all houses now or something like that. My stupid parents... they never understood the value of something like that." She sullenly pokes at some food before taking a piece of chicken. It doesn't take long before the smile starts to show back up on her face. "This is really good."

 

[Silver Moon]

Chapter Two-hundred-twenty-seven, “Late Night at the Lucky Lady “, Sunday, June 18th, 10:15 P.M.

Poker Alice Ivers finally loses her remaining stake. She thanks the dealer and players and departs gracefully. A number of people congratulate her for having done a superb job of keeping alive for two whole hours and offer to buy her drinks, which she accepts. By 10:30 PM it appears that Maverick has won the most during the last segment of play, Adair and Hawkes having lost rather evenly.

Jake's attempt to pick up the pace worked, with him winning $ 1200 on the first hand. Unfortunately he loses the next three hands, one to each player. The winnings continue to alternate and by 10:30 PM Cook and Enion are each up less than $ 500 despite the larger pots, most of their winnings having come from Duvall. Jake continues to keep the pots larger and the hands moving more quickly, feeling good and certain he has what it takes to play to dawn if need be.

A few blocks away, Kate enters to see all but one of Janet's suitcases are packed and waiting by the door. The spinning wheel is also there, with burlap and cotton padding wound around it for protection. She finds her guest at the table in the kitchen eating a snack and reading today's newspaper. "Such a long day it's been. You had a good visit, I hope?" She sat down at the table with Janet and smiled. Janet replies, "Yes, it has been a good day. I am glad I stayed the extra day to say goodbye to all of my friends. I will miss this place, although it will be good to see Roger again."

Kate says, "It's hard to be apart, even when you're angry. Those last few months when I was still in Boston and Tom was in Tombstone were torture. You can always come back and visit. You'd be welcome here, and I'm sure any one of your friends would welcome you as well. I will likely never be as good friends with those ladies as you have been, but I hope we can get along without you here to grease the wheels." Janet says, "Thank you. You are a good woman Katherine and I appreciate your letting me stay here. Beth is beginning to realize what an angel you truly are."

"An angel?" Kate laughed lightly. "Hardly that. I just do the best I can, like most people. But you are very welcome. I haven't been a very good hostess, running around so much. Although perhaps you needed some quiet time to yourself to work things out. I suppose I should visit Mrs. Eaton some day soon, although I wouldn't have anything to say. Everything is fine and we don't have much in common." "You don't have to always see eye to eye to respect one another," is Janet's reply.

"Absolutely true. But respect doesn't make a polite visit over tea any more comfortable for either of us. Speaking of..." Kate got up and started getting the tea kettle ready. "Janet, you remember when I first invited you to stay, how you were worried that Mrs. Eaton would be upset because she wanted you to help me with the transition? What transition was that? I explained it away to myself, but I find I still wonder about it."

Janet replies, "She had reservations about being around you given the bad blood between your school and the one that her husband teaches at. She also had to resolve the internal conflict within her own mind about you, she had her preconceived notions that Diana's words contradicted. If a person had said that to her she would have just discounted it, but how can you argue with a deity?" "Hmm. Diana is nothing if not persuasive. And kind. And unfathomable." Kate sat back down with far away eyes. "The more so when she just drops in on occasion.

I was afraid that along with her midwife skills Mrs. Eaton hoped to change me. To make me into what she would think is an appropriate mother for my baby. I didn't want to be in a struggle like that with her. Diana seems to think we can learn from one another, and I'm not going to argue with that, either." Janet replies, "Beth isn't a bad person once you get to know her. She and James just want what they feel is best for their children."

Kate says, "I never thought they were, just that we had different outlooks." But you probably couldn't say the same for them, Kate thought. "Enough of me, though. Do you have someone to help you move your things tomorrow?" Janet replies, “Coolie Fagan from Wells Fargo offered to come by and get them. He has been one of the boarding house's boarders for years now, a very nice man." "One of the borders you wanted me to meet. I believe you intended to find me a husband, Janet," Kate teased.

She smiles and says, "From what I hear there is no need for that, that Mr. Shaw is ready to propose but is waiting until Mr. Booth moves back east with his brother to make your decision easier.” "What?" Kate squawked. "Where does everyone get these ideas? Conrad isn't going anywhere, and Emery and I are just friends. And really, I couldn't accept if I wanted to. He'd call it off as soon as my condition begins to show anyway. Really." She finished just a bit indignantly. "Where did you hear that Conrad was going to move back east?" She replies, "People say that is why is brother has come out here, to convince him to return back east."

Kate says, "Oh. They are quite wrong, although I wouldn't be surprised if Mr. Booth were to try to convince Conrad to come to New York. No, Edwin Booth came to visit and participate in the tournament as well as see Conrad in the play. I'm afraid Mr. Shaw will have a long wait if he is waiting for Conrad to leave town," she finished with a smile. Janet says, "Oh, but Kate, you are a rancher not a gambler. And Mr. Shaw has already raised children. Wouldn't he make a much better match for you? It would be far more practical."

Kate says, "Practical perhaps, but what about love? Not that it would be impossible to love Mr. Shaw; any woman would be fortunate to gain his affection and I suspect he is the kind of husband we all might wish for. And all I could wish in a father for my boy. But that doesn't create love from thin air. I respect him and I'm fond of him, but that isn't love. Perhaps I'm a foolish girl after all and love has taken all my sense. I love Conrad, and he loves me despite everything. But this is all speculation. Despite the rumors I have no reason to think Emery Shaw would propose marriage to me."

Janet says, "What is it about that gambler that you find so attractive? I mean, he is good looking, but don't you feel that what he does for a living is less than respectable? Gambling seems to attract all the wrong elements." Kate sipped her tea and considered. "I don't really think of him as a gambler, but as an actor. Would I prefer he do something else? Certainly. But he doesn't associate with anyone from the Long Branch outside it. What makes me love him...

I can hardly say. He has a sense of chivalry that's very sweet. He has an open mind, he doesn't judge people on race or station, or by their careers. His mind is incredibly sharp and he very often sees to the heart of things, or sees a different viewpoint than mine that helps keep me from flying away on my own naiveté. He loves the arts, something we both share. He makes me feel like I might be able to be as good a person as he thinks I am, and it's been a joy to watch him open up just because someone believed in him. We needed each other, and then we loved each other."

Janet says, "Then I am fortunate that you found one another. It sounds like Mr. Booth is far more multi-faceted than most people in the town realize." Kate immediately states, "Much more. People hear one rumor, believe it, and write a person off. He has so much to offer and no one would accept it because he makes his living dealing cards and they believe he cheats at it. What upsets me is that even with this evidence of Warren Watson's hatred of anyone carrying the name Booth, no one will think to question his accusations of cheating." Kate poured herself a cup of tea and talked with Janet for a while, turning the conversation away from herself and on to Janet's journey tomorrow. But it was still late and the women didn't stay up too much longer.

At the Lucky Lady over at the Van Horne table Adair continues to loose big, down another $ 2000 between 10:30 and 11:15 which is closely split between Hawkes and Maverick. Adair keeps glaring at the dealer with a beat red face and Jake notes the veins in his neck are standing out. At the Steven table Duvall finally hits upon a winning streak, taking a few hands from the others. Enion's luck also picks up. By 11:15 Jake has over fifteen thousand in chips, Enion is around a thousand behind him, Duvall is now around nine thousand and Masterson is just below seven thousand.

Marshall Berg enters the Lucky Lady and takes Chester aside. "Chet, it appears that things are quieting down. You don't need to be around any more. Tomorrow's Wyatt's trial and I need everyone well-rested. Get to bed." Chester replies, "OK, Marshall. I hope that there won't be any more problems. See you in the morning."

Jake continues to keep the game interesting at his table. He does not really care where it comes from right now, he just continues to work on building his stack. From 10:30 until midnight the Van Horne table continues with more of the same, with Hawkes and Maverick each exchanging winning hands and Adair continuing to lose. During that ninety minutes he has lost another $ 3,000 and is at around half of what he began with at 8:15 PM. If looks could kill the expressions on his face towards Van Horne would be lethal.

Over at the Stevens table none of the players are doing exceptionally well or poorly, changing hands fairly evenly although Enion appears to be doing a little better and Masterson a little worse than the others. By midnight she is up $ 1,200 from where they began the evening, Cook is only up $ 100 from almost four hours of play, Duvall is down $ 700 for the night and Masterson is down $ 600 since 8:15 PM. As the games will continue until two more players are eliminated it looks like it could be a very long night. Quite a few spectators depart, including most of the reporters and photographers who leave messages where to contact them when the games are down to one table. Patrick Enion arrives to check on his wife and wish her well.

While playing, Jake will watch for any interactions or distractions between the Enion's that would be useful to him. The interaction between the Enion's is brief, with him seeing how she is doing and giving her a kiss on the cheek. He then goes to the bar, orders a drink and then chats with Michael George for a few minutes before leaving the saloon. However, from that point on Moria Enion's game remarkably improves. For the next forty-five minutes she wins five of the seven hands played, with Jake and Duvall each winning one apiece. All of these hands have rather hefty pots, so she is up almost $ 5,000 in less than an hour, while Jake and Duvall are each down around $ 500 and Masterson has lost nearly $ 4000. "Next time your husband comes in, tell him I want a kiss too," Jake jokes over her sudden winning streak.

Moria Enion laughs. Her winning streak also continues. Jake suspects she is cheating but thus far has not been able to identify exactly how, although his game also now picks up, with him and Enion swapping winning hands at the expense of the other two players. They play for another 45-minutes until Bat Masterson is eliminated from the game. He thanks the dealer and players and departs. At that point Jake's chip pile is a respectable $ 18,800, the only one in the room with more being Enion who now has around $ 23,000. Duvall is now down to $ 4,400, half of what he had an hour before.

Over at the Van Horne table the pace has slowed although Adair continues to lose. His chip pile is now at around $ 5,000, a far cry from the $ 13,100 it had been at little more than five hours earlier. Brady Hawkes is now also staring to show physical fatigue and his quality of play deteriorates as a result, a fact that Maverick begins to take advantage of. Both Hawkes and Maverick are fairly even, each with between $ 17,000 and $ 18,000.

Van Horne calls for a five minute outhouse break at his table. Jake notes that he shortly confers with Boston Harker and Jeff Mills, with Mills departing shortly thereafter. When the current hand at the Stevens table is played out he also calls for a bathroom break and then talks briefly with both Jonathan and Boston Harker. Moria Enion heads over to the bar and orders herself a whiskey, which she quickly downs before returning to the table. Jake takes advantage of an outhouse break, and then some water before returning to the table. He keeps scanning Moria for what she might have been doing, but is starting to figure it may be magic and related to her husband coming to see her. Having no skill in magic, he resigns to let Van Horne handle matters and worry about his own play.

Minerva, with Nakomo at her side and Luna fluttering at her shoulder, strolls back home in the early morning hours. " I wish that this tournament were over. It is a waste of my time to lose sleep over the potential trouble that it brings with it. Nakomo grins, his eyes glittering in the moonlight. "Yes, but it is very exciting to see Mister Jake in action. Did you see all those chips that he won?! And he is so cool, sitting back in his chair with that blank expression on his face. His eyes give nothing away! He is soo amazing!" Minerva smiles wryly. "Si, he certainly does hold his cards close to the vest and the favor of Herme's as well. I wonder if he suspests that Senora Enion is cheating. Although I suppose Hermes could have suddenly changed his allegiance." she shrugs.

When she gets into her room she strips off her clothes and thanks the gods for an uneventful day. She adds an extra prayer for Senor Earp, pleading his case to the ivory statue on her bureau "He is not an evil man, Father Jupiter. He is a just man in a harsh, lawless land. It is not justice when the law hangs a man for doing what he deemes necessary and right. Por favor, keep him safe."
She turns down the covers, yawns and stretches her lith body toward the ceiling in an effort to loosen tense muscles before falling into the soft feather bed. As she tumbles into sleep she dreams about her own brand of justice that she metted out before she was forced to flee her homeland.

The games resume at both tables. Over at the Van Horne table Adair finally wins his first hand of this session, but continues to lose thereafter. By 12:45 AM he is down another $ 700, Maverick has lost $ 1,200 and Hawkes is up $ 1,900 since midnight. Shortly thereafter Jeff Mills returns accompanied by a young male wood elf who Jake Cook recognizes as Manuel Gonzales in the magical disguise of his younger self. He and Jeff spend the next half hour in casual conversation as they continue to walk around the room and chat to themselves in Spanish.

From 1:30 until 2:15 at the Van Horne table Adair actually begins to win, taking around half the hands with Maverick winning the other half, although that is probably due to to Hawkes fatigue than anything else, as the older man appears to be exhausted and does not win a single hand during the forty-five minutes. At the Steven's table Duvall also continues to lose evenly to Jake and Enion, but the stakes have slowed down to the minimum ante with him only loosing $ 800 evenly to the other two by 2:15 AM. Jake notices that Moria Enion's self-confidence from the previous ninety minutes has declined and she now appears to be paying far more attention to the poker game than when she was winning easily.

Jake cannot help a predatory feeling that comes over him whenever weakness is displayed at the poker table. He orders a fresh bourbon and continues to smile in that annoyingly chipper fashion as if everything was right in the world. To be fair, for Jake it was. Jake decides it is time for some 'exciting' play, and keeps upping the ante at every chance. "Perhaps you just need another kiss from your husband," he comments at Moria's flagging performance.

Jake's move works to shake her up and also sensing weakness Duvall's game is revitalized as well. During the next forty-five minutes Mrs. Enion loses all but one hand, most to Jake but some to Duvall. As the hour reaches 3:00 AM she has lost $ 1,500 in the 45-minute stretch while Jake is up $ 1000 and Duvall up the other $ 500. Over at the Van Horne table Adair is finally on a winning streak, taking hands from both the overtired Hawkes and Maverick, who is also starting to show some signs of fatigue. By 3:00 AM he has picked up $ 1200 from each during the 45-minute stretch with his chip pile now back up to $ 8,200.

Jake switches tactics again. He slows the game down, taking his time deciding on his action but keeps the pots as large as possible. Let her have plenty of time to rethink her actions and doubt her play, he thinks to himself, I think it is time for her flagging self confidence to grow. After two more loosing hands Moria tosses a gold chip into the center as her ante for the next hand and says, "I'll sit this one out." She heads over to the bar and orders a Scotch-and-water from Michael George. Duvall wins that hand. She then returns to the table and her game picks up again, with her winning the next three hands. Jake places his ante on the table and stands. "I need to stretch my legs a moment, ward off a cramp," and with his omnipresent smile adds, "a fresh bourbon never hurts either."

As we walks to the bar he catches the eye of the young Manuel Gonzalez for only a moment, then touches his own ear. Jake checks to make certain Jeff Mills is close enough to overhear his words at the bar. "A double bourbon Michael just the way I like it." As the man pours the drink Jake says, "Strange, that luck of Mrs. Enion's do you not think? Perhaps she just needs to clear her head once in a while to play better. Quite peculiar though, almost as if stopping for an interruption was magical for her the way her luck suddenly changes." Jake accepts the drink from his newest bartender. "Perhaps you are an alchemist sir, and I have underestimated your value at dispensing fine liquor." Jake smiles an neat, emotionless smile and locks eyes with Michael George looking for any hint of nervousness or deceit.

The young wood elf Gonzales walks over to the bar beside Jake and orders a glass of wine. While George moves away the elf softly says to Jake, "Thank you for drawing my attention to over here. I have spent the last couple of hours attempting to detect magical use from either Mrs. Enion or one of the people watching in the room. I now see that the trouble is none of those places, that she has a magic-using accomplice over here behind the bar." Jake raises an eyebrow to that. "I must get back," Jake takes his glass and raises it to the elf, "To fair play. Enjoy the show."

Jake resumes his seat at the table. "Now, where did we leave off. Ah, yes, Mrs. Enion had resumed her singular winning streak and I am afraid I need to put an end to it." Jake gives her a charming smile. "Of course I mean that in the most gentlemanly fashion." Jake notes Gonzales talking to Jonathan and Boston Harker, and the men then begin to circulate around the room to speak to the other security men and Tony Lucky then exits the building.

At the Van Horne table Maverick appears to be on a winning streak, with Adair taking one out of every three hands and the physically exhausted Hawkes continuing to lose. Between hands Boston Harker approaches Van Horne. He excuses himself from the table and heads over to the corner to confer with Harker and Darla Peacock. Jake slows the game down again and keeps the betting to the absolute minimum. Tony Lucky returns with Deputy Marshal Eduardo Rodriguez and Deputy Sheriff Dave Nagel. They wait by the door until Van Horne's current hand is completed.

 

[Silver Moon]

Chapter Two-hundred-twenty-eight, “Portraits“, Sunday, June 18th, 1:00 P.M.

Ruby says, "So... what did you have in mind for the pictures? Anything specific?" She waves her hair back and forth in the breeze. "Or will I just be my fabulous self?" she teases. George Eastman replies, "Whatever you would like, I thought that Lake Ontario would make a good backdrop. I have five dry plates with me so we can take several different shots if you would like." She exclaims, "How exciting! Of course, you surprised me so I hope what I'm wearing is acceptable for pictures. I also want to go down by the water. It's such a nice day, I feel like I could nap here all day! What should we do first?"

He says, "Whatever you want is fine. We have another six hours or so until the sun sets. As for the portrait, what you are wearing is just fine, the picture is just for us, nobody else needs to see it." Oh, one of those pictures... I see how it is!" she teases, giving him a friendly smack in the arm. In the course of her pretending to be insulted she ends up closer to George, so she is sitting just next to him. She giggles for a bit before flopping down on the blanket next to him, gazing up at the puffy clouds in the sky.

"It's such a beautiful day. I think you were right about it being our day. Everything seems totally perfect. It must have been fate, this trip. It's been almost all good since I left Promise City. And now I'm here with you. It just seems... too good to be true." He says, "I feel the same way. After the way things ended in Arizona I wasn't sure if I would ever see you again. I hadn't given up, but was unsure of exactly how to proceed. I couldn't have asked for things to have worked out any better than this has."

Ruby stares into his eyes for what seems like forever, the butterflies in her belly growing again, before she blushes and looks away. She wanted that kiss but was suddenly too... Shy? Nervous? Ruby didn't know what was going on, she had never really felt either of those things in this situation before. She gathers up her courage and says softly, "You know I'm not a patient girl, George, are you going to make me wait for a more perfect moment to kiss me?" He moves over to her and gives her a warm embrace, then places his hand on the side of her hand and brushes back her hair before leaning in for a soft passionate kiss.

uby slides both hands onto George's face and returns his kiss with a soft passionate kiss of her own. She was nervous and excited at the same time but was enjoying every second of being near him and didn't want it to end any time soon. Time seems to slow down as they remain locked in an embrace for a while, holding one another and just being together. George finally speaks, saying "Thank you for coming back to Rochester." "No George, thank you, for always being my friend," Ruby whispers in reply as she keeps her hand on his cheek, comfortable in his arms.

As she stared into his eyes, a realization comes upon her. George was taller than Jake, and his body showed he was more active with physical pursuits, but really George and Jake looked much alike. Same medium brown hair, style and all, same twinkling chocolate brown eyes, same chin beard and mustache, the same coloring. Ruby laughed to herself, Jake slept through the mornings avoiding the sun while George stayed locked in his photography warehouse, changing the world. Still, the physical similarities were quite obvious.

Her recent dreams swirled through her head, the one were she was getting married in Promise City, the one where she thought Jake was saving her from drowning, her trip to the veil of dreams. Could it be she just assumed it was Jake when it really was someone else altogether? She shivers as that thought breaks over her like a tidal wave. Perhaps Aphrodite was giving her not what she wanted but what she needed. Ruby continues, "And for always caring about me and believing in me. I've never doubted your feelings, only doubted myself, that I could still be the same person that you remember from all those years ago."

He replies, "We have both changed, for the better I'd say. I am a decade older than you, which seems less of an issue today than it did then. You have grown up a lot in the last five years and my own perspective has changed much in that time as well. I think the people we are today may be quite compatible." "Perhaps we are," Ruby teases, lightly pinching George's cheek. "Then in the spirit of us being compatible I have a question for you Mr. Eastman... what would you do with a young, beautiful, adventurous, insatiable wife? Would you leave her home all day alone while you toiled at your job?"

He replies, "No, I would make sure that she found herself a job or hobby that she enjoyed equally and provide the infrastructure to make that happen. That way we could both be occupied with things we each enjoy when we are apart from each other. For example, if I were to fall in love with a singer I would make sure that she had a place to sing and be appreciated." Ruby answers, "And I'm certain if that singer fell in love with you she would certainly appreciate not just being eye candy and under appreciated in her new role as someone's wife." She pauses. "It's a bit scary you know, to consider doing something that major." She blushes again. "Or so I hear."

He says, "There is nothing wrong with dreaming. I told you some of my dreams, what are your dreams Ruby?" She replies, "Well, nothing as grand as yours, that's for sure. For a long time I only concentrated on the present and didn't think about the future. But if I had to give an answer... I want to be an actress. Not some cheap floozy actress either, a real actress. This weekend, I was supposed to play Juliet in Romeo and Juliet at my Saloon. I'm, well, I'm pretty sad that I missed it. It wasn't easy for me to read and understand that book you know. I was looking forward to playing Juliet.

As for other dreams? They're simple too. I want to make my Saloon and Hotel a success. I want to be known for my singing and not just for what I look like. I want to be there for my friends when they need me. And more than anything I want to be loved and know it's true. It sounds silly, some of that stuff, but it all means a lot to me to have them come true. It means I am the person that I want to be." He says, "There is none of that which you cannot do here Ruby. New York City has the greatest actors and actresses in the world. We could get you a tutor to teach you all that you need to know. And we can build you your own venue to sing at, better than that small brick saloon back in the dusty western mining town."

Ruby sits up, away from George's arms. "I understand why you would feel that way. But to me, it's not just a small brick saloon in a dusty western mining town. Before it was just a small saloon, the Lone Star. Now it's much bigger and better, The Lucky Lady Dance Hall and Saloon, and hopefully at this point Hotel too. The nicest in Promise City. All because I worked hard, made fans there who like me, who look for me when I'm not there. And I did it the right way. Can't you understand George? It means a lot to me to make it work."

He states, "I understand, I take similar pride in my own accomplishments. I was proud of my first business but I outgrew it and had to go onto something bigger. Your Lucky Lady, the first thing you ever built with your own initiative will always hold a special part in your heart. But it that still the place for you? Aren't you now expanding beyond those walls? Wouldn't it be better for hundreds and thousands of people to view and appreciate your talents rather than a few dozen, most of whom are more concerned with playing cards or getting drunk?"

Ruby is quiet for long moments before she looks back at George over her shoulder. "I'm not sure what to say. I'm not ready to leave my friends... but you have some really good points... I... I don't know what to say. Or what you want me to say. What are you saying George?" He replies, "I am saying that you need to consider all of the options available to you and evaluate what you truly want." Ruby pulls her knees up to her chest. "And what if I want you? And them?" He replies, "Then we can explore your friend Richard Broughton's option of expanding my business to Tucson. Would that be close enough to Promise City to satisfy you?"

She states, "I don't deserve you Mr. Eastman, that you would consider doing that for me." Ruby leans over and presses her full lips against George's for a long minute. She only pulls away slightly. "I'm not saying I want to live there forever. I'm just saying I want to live there for now." He says, "Yes. I would still want to maintain a home here in Rochester. I've also considered setting up a European business operation as well, in either London or Rome, perhaps both." She says, "That sounds very exciting and romantic." She pauses again and looks off across the lake. "I just meant, hypothetical that it had something to do with me."

He replies, "I am speaking hypothetically Ruby, the future is unwritten. For now I am more concerned about the present. Let's enjoy some of the cherry pie and then see about taking that portrait." She answers, "Good idea." Ruby prepares them two slices of pie and they enjoy them with a side of light talk. When they're done with the pie Ruby fluffs her hair. "I'm ready for my close up, what do you want me to do?"

George Eastman takes an accordion-like device from the satchel, wooden sides on each end with black cloth in between. He unfolds the device and uses metal rods to fix it into a square shape. He then takes out a square object which slides into the end of the box. He slides it out, removing a dark covering over the object. He sets the box down on the grass. Next he removes a metal three-legged object which he adjusts the sides of to make it slide out larger and when he is finished has established a tripod. He takes the box and fixes it to the top of the tripod. He stands behind the box and screws another device to the top of the box that resembles a telescope.
He says, "This camera design is just a prototype, to see if one can be made to fold up into a small space for easy transport. Alright Ruby, take a pose over on the grass with the lake behind you." Ruby walks slowly over to the grassy area George pointed out to her. She had so much on her mind she was distracted and no matter how hard she tried to just be in the moment thoughts of the serious discussions they had swirled around inside her. She shakes her head as if she was shaking the thoughts away. She turns towards George and sits on the ground, leaning back on her heels. She pats her hair down, smoothes her dress and grins. "How do I look?"

"Ravishing" is his reply. "Alright, hold that pose. Using dry plates no longer requires the several minute long exposure times that wet plates did, but you still have to hold the pose for around ten to fifteen seconds to prevent the image from being blurry. Let me know when you are ready." Ruby sets her eyes on George and lets her feelings for him, as confused as she thinks they are, overcome her. Her smile is genuine, her eyes twinkling as the gorgeous day surrounds her. "I'm ready," she calls out to him.

"Alright, I'm opening the shutter now". He counts backwards from twenty and then recovers the lens area. He then takes a black cloth bag that he fixes over where he slid the plate in and slides it back out. He then reloads a second plate and says, "What would you like for the next picture? You asked for a close-up didn't you?" "Sure, I'll take a close-up next." She watches George continue to set up the camera. "Is there a way to get one with both of us?" He gives her an odd look and says, "My, what a novel idea! A means to shoot without a photographer! I won't be able to do that today but it gives me another innovation to work on! Thank you for the suggestion!"

He moves the camera in close and says "This will only be of your shoulders, neck and head. Hold still." Ruby pulls some windblown hair off her face. "Ready!" she says and holds her breath for her picture. He snaps the second picture and then puts the film cartridge back in the satchel and loads in the third one. "Okay, that's two with the lake as a backdrop. What would you like to do for the next one?" She says, "Why don't we go down by the water? I would like to do that anyway." She taps her lips, "Or perhaps we can find some flowers in the woods. That might be pretty too. What do you think?"

He says, "The water is fine, maybe a little cool still for swimming in, but I've always enjoyed wading in the water. A photo of you by the surf might come out well." "I like cool water," she teases, "The question is how to get you to join my for a dip! Is there any way I can persuade you?" Ruby reaches to her back and starts undoing the buttons on her dress. George appears momentarily surprised but does not blush or take his eyes off of her. After undoing her buttons and the long ribbon that circles her waist the gown is loose and she lets it fall to the ground on the blanket. She undoes her pink satin corset and drops that too, leaving her white chemise and underskirt.

She approaches George and takes his hand in hers. "Come on, it'll be just like we were children when we used to swim in the lake. Won't you swim with me?" she asks, gently tugging on his hand. He replies, "Er..um....well...I guess we have things to ourselves here." She says, "Of course we do! Your man would have let you know if anyone else showed up, right?" He kicks off his shoes and begins to disrobe, leaving on his sleeveless undershirt and boxer-style shorts. he continues to gently pull him towards the water then stops. "Are we taking your world changing photographic equipment with us? I'd let you take a picture before we swim if you'd like."

"We can leave the camera on the beach for now," he replies. He takes a step into the water and says "A little cool but not too bad." "Oh come on, don't be scared of the cool water!" She grabs his hand and pulls him into the deeper water, where they both lose their footing and land in the water with a big splash. Ruby comes up for air giggling, pushing the wet hair out of her eyes and off her face. "It's not so bad," she practically shivers. No way was she going to admit it was cooler than she's like. He replies, "Yes, and calm today. It's not the ocean, just a very large lake, but when the winds or storms get going the beaches still get hit with rather large waves." He smiles and begins to swim around.

"Calm is good." Ruby returns the smile and tries to swim and catch up. "I haven't seen the ocean in forever. Well, since whenever the last time my parents dragged me to Long Island was. Seems so long ago..." She dips her head under the cool water, her body finally getting used to the temperature. "I've been landlocked way too long it seems." She swims in closer to George. "See, I knew you'd like it," she grins. "A little excitement is good for you." He replies, "I know, I should get more physical activity than I do. My job keeps my mind sharp but I don't spend nearly enough time out of doors."

Ruby grins mischievously, "I didn't think you looked so out of shape Mr. Eastman. Besides, it's easier and more fun when you have someone to do the out of doors stuff with, don't you agree?" He says, "Certainly, and given your level of energy I would imagine that this won't be the only time you want to do something like this during your visit to Rochester." "Yes, I abhor being bored and this is way more fun than sitting around in the house." Ruby swims up behind George, wrapping her arms loosely around his neck, putting her chin on his shoulder. She whispers in his ear, "The secret is to let everyone else do the work for you. That, and long decadent naps in the afternoon." Although he can't see her face, he knows she's smiling as she teases him.

He says, "Well, I've already begun on the letting other people do things for me routine. The difference between myself and people like your parents though is that I believe in treating employees fairly as well as both recognizing and respecting them as people." "And that's why you're such a good man. And why I'm here with you and not them." Ruby pauses, then giggles, "That and you're a great kisser. You can tell you treat your employees well. I was surprised that William wouldn't give away any information on you but it shows you he respects you too." Ruby is silence again. In a more serious tone she continues, "Do you think they'll like me? Your employees? I mean, William and Rosey and.. who is the other one again?"

He says, "Rosey and Al, I think they will both like you. Your personality is a like Rosey's daughter." Ruby keeps hold of George's neck as they swim around. "Do they live in the house with you too? I really want them to like me, I'm not sure if William does or not. What's Rosey's daughter like? It must be nice to have someone to cook for you all the time. We have Maria but she works for the Saloon and she cooks a lot of Mexican food, well, being Mexican and all. I like Mexican food but sometimes you need something different, you know?"

He says, "Al and Rosey are both French-Canadian, so we have a lot of French recopies. They have a room up on the third floor, next to William's. And I can say for a fact that William does like you. His neutral tone is his manner when he is pleased with his environment, otherwise he would be rather surly." "Well, that's mighty good news, isn't it? I hope the others like me as well, I want them to feel comfortable if I'm going to be... visiting... for a while." Ruby laughs, "Surly, huh?" George says, "It's his way. Rosey and Al won't be back until tomorrow, they've spending the weekend with Rosey's daughter over at Seneca Lake, one of the largest of the Finger Lakes. They go there every-other weekend from Spring to Fall." Ruby's grin turns devilish. "Well then, we should take advantage of the mostly empty house tonight."

Ruby swings herself around so her arms are still around George's neck, but now she is facing him, her face close to his. "So, this must be the height of the social season if my parents are here. There must be some huge fancy ball you could take me to, or some other silly events we could have fun at, no?" He says, “There is a garden party tomorrow afternoon that I was invited to, but I assumed that you would have no interest in attending."

She asks, "Who is giving the garden party? Do you like to attend functions like that? Generally I like all kinds of parties. I thought a ball would be fun because we could dance and drink and... well, enjoy ourselves." He replies, "I will occasionally go to functions of business associates or city officials, but generally not anything on weekdays due to my job. The garden parties are for the social set who summer here, and don't really need to be concerned about working in the afternoons. But if you really want to go I could take some time off from work to bring you."

"You forgot to mention who is giving the party... I have no burning desire to go," she shrugs, "I just thought you might like to, now that you have someone to go with. We could think about it I suppose. Do you have to work all week? What will I do while you're working?" He says, "My schedule is flexible, after all, I do run the company. I hold a meeting each Monday morning with all of my managers, which I will especially need to be at if I am going to take some time off in order to delegate assignments. Other than that, I can avail myself to being with you."

"Oh, it must be so terrible to have to avail yourself to me," Ruby mocks being offended. "Would it be better if I used your new fangled phone and called you while you were working...," Ruby raises the tone of her voice and acts in distress, "Oh, Mr. Eastman, you must come quickly, I'm here in your house all alone and I'm having a photographic emergency... It's just awful... All my clothes fell off and there's no one here to take a picture!" The serious look on her face is then replaced by a smile and some giggles.

He laughs a response of "Well, if my executive secretary took the call I dare say that message would be quite shocking to him. I'm also not sure how well I would be able to deal with that type of photographic emergency, I've never taken any pictures of that sort before." "Perhaps you just need some practice," Ruby says, leans in the small distance and kisses him softly. "Maybe you'll find someone around who can help you with that. All for the sake of emergency preparedness of course, you never know what kind of emergency might arise."

 

[Silver Moon]

Chapter Two-hundred-twenty-nine, “Shenanigans “, Sunday, June 18th, 3:30 A.M.

Van Horne excuses himself from his own table and approaches Isaac Stevens. He states loudly "I am sorry Mr. Stevens, but I am afraid that we will have to end your game now." Darla Peacock comes up beside Moria Enion and states, "Your ‘shenanigans’ have been duly noted Mrs. Enion. I am most disappointed in you. I also fear that Judge Isby may be less than forgiving about your use of wizard magics to cheat." "Mrs. Enion? Appalling," is all Jake has to say.

Darla Peacock says, "Mrs. Enion, the town jails are already full but the Deputy Sheriffs have offered their jail for the time being. You will probably only have to spend one night there, as I am sure that Judge Isby will be able to hear your case tomorrow." Moria Enion offers no resistance as the two lawmen escort her to and out the door. Brett Maverick lets out an audible sigh and says, "I guess it's true what they say about leopards not changing their spots." Jake does not say anything about what Katherine had told him. He simply looks at Brett Maverick and waits for him to elaborate.

Brett says, "Her father is one of Britain's most infamous con artists. She spent a good part of the last decade behind bars for keeping up with the family business. She told me that she had reformed. Oh well, it looks like my sponsoring her for this tournament wasn't my wisest of investments. I was to get thirty-percent of her winnings but I think I'll pass on receiving thirty-percent of her prison sentence." "That," Jake snorts a laugh, "is what differentiates people from common animals Mr. Maverick. We are the only ones the gods see fit to allow to fool ourselves."

Jake looks to the Host and says, "Well then, Mr. Van Horne, is it time for a short break then? The number of participants seems to have diminished." Cornelius Van Horne replies, "Indeed, we can now consolidate to a single table. The clock now reads 3:45 AM. If we resume now we will still have to break in another three hours, as Judge Isby will be needing several employees of this establishment to testify as the numerous trials he is holding in the morning. So we have two options, which I will leave to you five remaining players. We can take a short break and then play for another two-and-a-half hours and then stop until the trials are over or we could just stop now until after the trials are over. What are your preferences?"

Brady Hawkes immediately states, "Let's stop now." Evan Adair chimes in "I say we keep playing." Brett Maverick says, "I could go a few more hours myself without a problem." Commodore Duvall states, "What is the point in starting only to stop again? I say we break."
Jake has remained silent and Van Horne says, "The vote stands two-to-two Mr. Cook, what would you like to do?"

"What is the point Commadore? I thought the point was the Lauren Belle," Jake replies to him. "The rules had said we would play until we finished Sunday night. I say we uphold the spirit of the rules and play until we are forced to stop. My experience tells me much can happen in a few hours." Jake nods to Van Horne, "You have my vote, though the rules also said the dealer is the final arbiter." Van Horne says, "Well, both Mr. Stevens and myself can use a break but we have another dealer on standby. Would somebody go and tell Mr. Kane that his presence will be needed here by 4:15 AM?"

Tony Lucky says, "I'll got get him" and heads out the door. Van Horne says, "Gentlemen, we will resume in a half hour." Jake has someone get him some food suitable for a light breakfast while he makes a visit to the outhouse. The food, some water, a half cup of coffee followed by several leisurely strolls around the room and Jake is anxious to get started again. Jake hears muffled voices of Van Horne and Adair coming from landing between the first and second floors. He cannot make out what they are saying.

Jake smiles and wanders over to Tony Lucky. "Enjoying the show? I cannot wait until the time comes when I drive a very large pot on Mr. Adair, and take the money from him with a big fat bluff. He thinks I do not have the nerve to do it in this game, but I will show him. Just watch and learn from a master Tony." Jake judges that is just the proper language to infuriate him. Tony says, "Yeah, good luck to you there Jake." Adair comes back downstairs and heads out the door. Jake sees from the clock that there is still around ten minutes until the game is scheduled to resume.

Jake moves to a section of the room to be by himself and positions himself so that Tony Lucky could go see Adair if he so chose without Jake noticing. This also allows Red to stop by if he chooses. Van Horne returns to the room and goes over to the bar, helping himself to a glass of Kentucky Bourbon. Jake goes to the bar and motions his glass to Van Horne, "A little here before you finish it all."

He pours some for Jake. Van Horne then says softly "Mr. Adair was less than pleased with my dealing. In truth, I did nothing but deal honestly tonight to all the players. His expectation that I would help him is what did him in for the first part of the night, he only recovered because Hawkes became tired. As that was also when Masterson left the Saloon I explained how I had been unable to help him when Masterson was present as the lawman had the means to detect any assistance on my part. I think Adair bought it."

"I will attempt to keep him distracted." Jake chuckles. "By taking his money. Deacon McCoy is no longer beholding to him, and if they have half a brain the Lloyds of London folks will be here some day soon to ask Adair some embarrassing questions about a bank robbery and murder in England some few years ago." Jake turns, leans his back on the bar and sips the bourbon. "Have any knowledge of Adiar's relationship with Zachariah Chandler?" Van Horne replies, "None, but as to relationships, I do find it curious how much Mr. Adair and Commodore Duvall have been avoiding looking or speaking to one another." Jake replies, “I had not noticed, thanks.”

Jake immediately leaves Van Horne's side and meanders over to Brett Maverick. He indicates with a nod that Maverick should move away from the others. "Fine game so far," Jake sips at his glass and eye's the man over the top of it, "excepting the cheaters. Speaking of which, know anything about what Adair and Duvall are up to?" Maverick replies "Pretending they don't know each other you mean? I don't buy it either. Back at that half-million dollar tournament I played with him in the good Commodore was in cahoots with one of the other gamblers who made it to the final table too. Any thoughts Cook?"

Jake says, "There is no time to find out what is really going on with them. Odd that they disagreed over whether to continue playing or get some rest.” Maverick replies, “Not really, the Commodore like Hawkes is considerably older than the other three of us. Most likely he's just tired, while Adair saw continuing as an opportunity to eliminate Hawkes.” Jake says, “No matter though, as you say a leopard rarely changes his spots. Adair is a well known blackmailer and worse. From the sounds of it, the Commodore is not much better. I would assume the worst between them."

Jake rubs his chin. "Human nature among those types does not vary much. I suspect if we sow some seeds of distrust and greed between them it may derail their plans." "How about this," Jake glances around and begins speaking quickly, "act like you know some secret about the two of them, or better yet what they have in mind. From what I have seen Mr. Maverick, you can be both subtle and clever in that regard. I will see if I can spook the Commadore and lay the foundation that will make whatever you do expected or believable. During the game we just watch for signals between them that they are driving up the pot for each other. If we just fold every time that happens, it leaves them competing against each other."

Maverick states, “That sounds like a plan. Of course the downside is that us both folding allows Hawkes to do the same and still save face. If he was smart he'd just leave now and have us put a coin from his pile into the ante each hand, but his pride won't allow that.” Jake does one last glance around and gets that nasty smile on his face. "This might be a dangerous ploy, but if you are a risk taker ask Adair if he has any relatives in England. Pretend Adair reminds you of someone you saw in London about eight years ago. The summer of 1874. Best if I do not tell you any more than that for now, but that may throw him off his game."

Jake taps his lips and says more to himself, "I wonder how long the Commodore has known Evan Adair...." Maverick says, "I have no idea but thanks for the suggestion. Jake nods and leaves Maverick. Judging that he as a few minutes left he seeks out Commodore Duvall. Using his best deception skills he asks the older gambler, "So, Commodore, for just how long have you know Evan Adaire?" Duvall pauses for a minute and says, "Too long, I hate that man's guts. If I had known he would be here I wouldn't have come." Jake replies, "Well, my respect for you has just climbed enormously."

Duvall says, "When my riverboat the Lauren Belle ran aground and caught fire four years back he was on it. Two of my employees drowned when he could have saved them, but doing so would have required him to let go of his suitcase. He decided that his personal possessions were more important than two lives." Jake states, "That would be Evan Adair all right." Jake attempts to judge if the man is telling him the truth. Jake senses that the Commodore is being truthful, but also reminds himself that the man has one of the best 'poker faces' that Jake has ever seen.

Jake says, "Does he have anything on you? That is his preferred style." Duvall says, "He probably does but I won't let that worry me. I've gotten to old to be overly concerned about such things. Some day Mr. Cook you will find yourself like myself, or worse, like Hawkes. I'm not quite ready to hang up my cards yet but that 'Gambler' has left his best days behind him.” "Four years ago...." Jake rubs a hand down the side of his face. "You know anything about Adair and one Zachariah Chandler?"

Duvall says, "I knew Chandler, he headed the Republican Party for eight years, used to bring his party donors onto my riverboat for a night of relaxation. I have no idea if he and Adair ever crossed paths but I wouldn't be surprised, they were both opportunists." Jake says, "Adair loaned him a boat load of money, pardon the expression. I was just wondering if that was something I could turn back on the inestimable Mr. Adair. You see I have the means of releasing whoever still is beholding to that loan."

Jake shrugs. "Well Commodore, assuming that you do not have anything planned that requires you to leave town in a hurry after the tournament," he gives the man a raised eyebrow, "stay on for a few days. I have a feeling that Evan Adair's past misdeeds may come back to visit him. You might wish to be witness to it. Any enemy of Evan Adair who might want to enjoy the show is welcome to stay at the Lucky Lady on me after the tournament." Duvall replies, "Ah, very well Mr. Cook, you have intrigued me. I will enjoy your hospitality for a few days beyond tomorrow. We should be getting back to the table, our dealer has arrived."

Jake sees that Job Kane is over by the gun-check table, Thom handing him the gun belt with Jake's peacemaker. The chips have been arranged on the table for the five players with Jake set up on Job's right. But Jake notes Job putting the gun on the opposite side instead. Jake makes his way to the table the long way by walking past Maverick. He says in a low voice as he passes, "Duvall admits to knowing and despising Adair." Jake shrugs and makes his way to the table. Always suspicious, he recollects being told there was a Job Kane device like there was a Jake Cook item. He watches for tell tale signs of his partners habits.

Berwyn, Illinois is a place that Jake Cook will never forget. He only spent part of a day in the blue-collar factory town a few miles west of Chicago, but the day was quite memorable. It was a blistering cold day in early December of 1879. Four days of mixed precipitation had fallen on the city and its environs, which were coated with several inches of ice and crusted snow. It was into this environment that Jake’s friend Big Abby dispatched him on an errand to the west suburbs.

The errand sounded simple enough, take the trolley west to the stop in Berwyn and then walk southwest a little more than a miles to the town of Cicero. Find the Cicero Cooper Shop on Market Street and go to the back door. Hiding there will be Karl Otwinski, an occasional patron of Big Abby’s establishment that Jake had met before, who has a parcel for her. Abby explained that Otwinski had angered the wrong people and was fleeing Illinois but first needed to return a precious heirloom to her before leaving for parts unknown.

The trolley ride was uneventful and quiet, with few people riding on this frigid day. This was unfortunate as additional bodies would have warmed the car and helped keep the conveyance from feeling like the interior of an icebox. Once he got off it became worse, with wind gusts up to forty miles an hour. Jake set off to the southwest, stopping twice along the way for some warm coffee and to regain the feeling in his fingers and toes. Abby’s ‘little more than a mile’ turned out to be closer to three miles by the time Jake reached the Cooper Shop, which produced wooden barrels for several local breweries. Otwinski passed onto Jake a small leather satchel, ten inches long and six inches high, with a metal locking mechanism to which he said Abby had the key.

Jake considered hailing a cab for the return journey but none were about on this blistery cold day as snow squalls then began to mix with the harsh winds. Jake began walking, again stopping occasionally on the way for more coffee. He had just crossed over the Cicero/Berwyn line and was still a half-mile from the trolley when he made another stop to warm up. He entered the ‘Old Prague’ restaurant. The building was more of a saloon than an eating establishment, with old well-worn furnishings and illuminated by a dozen oil-filled lanterns suspended from various parts of the room. Not seeing a coffee pot or smelling the aroma of the hot liquid, he decides on a whiskey for this time.

He was there a short while with his drink when a poker game started up across the room. Poker was a rare occurrence in these west suburb towns where the population of eastern Europe immigrants played mostly games of chance from their home countries. The dealer was a mountain of a man, nearly seven-feet tall and 280 pounds of solid muscle with a long black beard and gold-capped teeth. Jake was drawn to the game like a moth to fire as he wandered over and asked if they needed another player.

Things were simple enough for the first half hour. He discovered that the dealer was a Russian immigrant by the name of Boris Trodovich, who spoke English well with barely a hint of an accent. The other five players were originally from Poland, Slovakia and Hungary and their grasp of English was all rather poor. Jake had won a few hands and was around $ 10 ahead when he decided to get going. Trodovich angrily made it known that Jake ducking out while with their money would not be a good idea to which the other players agreed.

Jake played a few more hands, being careful to lose, and down around $ 5 commented again about it being time for him to leave. Another large man then moved in behind Jake’s chair and said something in a language Jake didn’t know to which the dealer nodded and replied in the same language. With a malicious grin on his face Trodovich turned to Jake and said, “Before you leave please place on the table the $ 20,000 the Pole gave you in Cicero.”

A number of thoughts raced through Jake’s mind, most being evaluations of the various mistakes and false assumptions he had made on this day and how to correct for them in the future, provided that there was a future. Jake found it unlikely that these men would allow him live even if he did hand over the satchel, so escape seemed the only option. Jake was a fast draw but reaching for his gun would have been too obvious with all of the eyes upon him. Instead Jake replies, “Sure, it’s not mine, I’ll put it on the table right now.”

He removes the satchel and in the process of setting it down knocks over a bottle of whiskey the adjacent player was drinking, spilling the contents onto the table, the cards and pile of bills in the table’s center. “Sorry, clumsy of me,” Jake states and he quickly stands and reaches over to grab the bottle, sliding the satchel back across the table towards him in the same motion. His rapid rise pushes his chair back into the man behind him, forcing him to move back. Jake grabs the bottle by the neck and then breaks it across the table, showering the players in broken glass and the remaining whiskey.

Jake scoops up the satchel with his left hand and steps back holding the broken bottle in his right, wielding it as a weapon which he jabs towards the large standing man who backs up further. By this time Trodovich and two of the other players have drawn revolvers and are pointing them at Jake. Jake raises up his hands high up in the air and yells out “Don’t shoot, I give up.” Still holding the makeshift weapon Trodovich commands, “Drop the bottle.” Jake replies, “Sure.”

As he drops the bottle towards the floor the eyes of his opponents momentarily shift to watch the falling object, which is all the time Jake needs for his raised hands to grab the nearest lantern and fling it onto the table. A fire erupts on the tabletop, cards, money pile and the players clothes with the spilled alcohol as well as the lamp oil acting as a propellant for the flames. Gunshots fire at Jake, but he has now dropped and rolled and is not struck. Staying low to the ground, Jake shoves the satchel into his jacket with his left hand and draws his gun with his right as he continues towards the door.

Jake fires several shots back, hitting at least one of the players and causing the others to seek cover. A few more shots are fired at him as he hurries out the door. It is still incredibly cold outside but Jake’s blood is pumping so fast that he doesn’t notice. Visibility is reduced by the snow squall which works to shield his escape. He runs the half-mile to the trolley station in record time and manages to jump onto an inbound trolley just as one is leaving. He finally sits down and relaxes on the ride back into the city, debating exactly how large a percentage of the money to negotiate for from Abby as reward for his efforts.

Moving back ahead to the early morning hours of Monday, June 19th, 1882, Jake’s recollections of that prior day were prompted by the dealer who comes over and sits at the table beside him. While the clothing and physical appearance are that of his business partner Job Kane, Jake recognizes that the man’s eyes belong to Boris Trodovich.

 

[Silver Moon]

Chapter Two-hundred-thirty, “From Vampires to Angels“, Sunday, June 18th, 2:00 P.M.

George Eastman returns the kiss and says with a voice of amusement, "You, Miss West, are a tease. Has anybody ever said that to you before." She laughs lightly. "I may have heard that before, Mr. Eastman. I believe it's one of my very special natural talents. But for future reference, what would I need to do to go from being a tease to being taken seriously? More kisses perhaps? More than that?" "Kisses are certainly a step in the right direction," he jokes. He grabs her and gives her a long passionate kiss that lasts for a couple of minutes.

When they separate he says, "This was a wonderful suggestion, the swimming that is, the water is quite refreshing. I have not swum in quite some time." "You're welcome. For the swimming AND the kisses." Following her response he inhales a deep breath and dives down and swims a little deeper along the lake bottom, surfacing for another breath and then diving down again. Ruby marvels at how long George stays under the water and how quiet it gets when he's under. She slowly treads the water, putting her face to the sun. George was right, it was the most perfect day.

He continues to swim for another ten minutes, mostly beneath the water. Ruby notes that he seems to be holding his breath longer with each successive dive, with him now staying under for over a minute each time. When he comes up for air Ruby comments, "George, you're making me nervous staying down there so long! You're not thinking of trying to swim off on me, are you? Or are you just investigating the wonders of the deep?" He replies, "No, just doing something I haven't done since I was in Santo Domingo. I often went diving for food with the locals who lived near the shoreline. I wanted to make sure that I still remembered how."

He swims back closer to her and says, "Perhaps we should head in and dry off. I have no towels but the wool blanket could be substituted for one and shouldn't take too long to dry off in the sunlight." She states, “Yes, good idea. It's been a lovely swim. And it's a perfect day, we don't need towels." They swim towards the shore and when they get close Ruby says, "After you." He exits the water and walks up to shore towards the blanket which he picks up and begins to dry himself off on, keeping his back to ruby as he does so. Ruby watches George exit the water with interest, smiling over what she sees.

Once he gets near the blanket she hurries out of the water and runs up behind him, squeezing into the blanket with him so he can't get a good look at her wet clinging underclothes. She smiles up at him, cheeks rosy, twinkling eyes, wet hair plastered to her face, "Thanks for swimming with me, it was really fun. I'm just having a great time with you George." "And I you," he says. Deciding that he is dry enough himself he drapes the blanket around Ruby and keeping his back to her grabs his pants and puts them on over his damp underclothes.

Ruby was momentarily confused. A man who wasn't trying to get a show out of her? Then she smiled to herself, remembering just who that man was. She keeps the blanket wrapped around herself and sits in the grass. She would be dry soon enough, the sun was high and warm in the sky. But it reminded her of something... "George, there's something else I want to talk to you about. I don't want to ruin our perfect day but it's something that's been on my mind and if it's still true, well, it wouldn't be fair of me to not share it with you."

He comes over and lies down on the grass near her, allowing the sun and light breeze to help dry his damp undershirt as well as his now damp pants. He states, "You've already unburdened yourself about your being able to do magic. As I said yesterday, I will look into that and draw my own conclusion. In fact, I have already initiated that research." "You have?" she says with surprise in her voice. "I mean, that's great. I'm so very happy that you're taking it seriously. But that's not what I need to talk to you about."

Ruby takes a deep breath and as she exhales she says "Have you ever heard of vampires?" He replies, "Of course I have, I have read Irish author Bram Stoker novel 'Dracula' about a European count that preyed upon the people of his village. An interesting piece of creative fiction, which I recall there were some legal issues about as he used real people as some of his characters in the novel. If you enjoy that genre his latest novel Under the Sunset if much better written. Why?"

She looks into his eyes, so he can see she is not making this up. She takes his hand in hers. "They're not fiction, they are very much real. And there is one who wants me to, well, to become one of his kind and be with him." He replies, "Oh, well I would suggest that you not do that. If he shows up around here tell him that I saw you first." "George, I'm not kidding. This is serious. I'll tell you just how serious it is." As they dry off in the beautiful sunny weather Ruby tells George about the highly unbelievable Colin Turner and associates. How he came into the Lucky Lady, then they went looking for him in Thomasville, how they thought he was dead. And finally, how she thought she may have seen him in New York City just a few days earlier.

"I don't know if I'm seeing things, dreaming of it, or if it's real. I was so scared of him, it's what prompted me to get my own house in Promise City. I just can't be certain if he's dead or not. But I feel like he's not gone." She pauses and looks into the sun for a moment, then back to George. "I had to tell you, in case, well, in case he tries to show up again, tries to take me away. I don't even know what we would do if he did, before I had all my friends, they knew what to do. Knew how to fight them. Had special bullets, had holy water, even garlic," Ruby laughs nervously. "By myself, I don't what I would do."

George exclaims, "My goodness, you're actually serious? Ruby, like wizardry, you've hit upon yet another subject that I know nothing about, but I'm willing to look into it. As for protection, I will keep you safe, as I have since you arrived. You have my promise of that." "I know you'll keep me safe." Ruby leans towards George and hugs him tightly. "I don't know how you don't think I'm a nut case after all these things crazy things I've told you. You must really love me."

He states, "I think that you have led an interesting life. I suspect that my time with you will never be boring. And it's not like I'm a friendly neighborhood accountant-type myself, I have plans to revolutionize the world with new technology and change the way in general that businesses treat their employees. In my own way my life is as wild as yours." Ruby gives George a strange look. "You know, I never thought of it that way before but you're right. It must be an exciting and also nerve wracking feeling, not knowing if your idea will work but hoping it will."

Ruby puts her hand over his. "If it means anything, I believe in you and have faith in you. I always knew you'd do something really special." He says, "Thank you, I try. I...I've never fit in with regular folk, even people who are considered my industrial contemporaries, Alexander Graham Bell and Thomas Edison, I don't view things as they do. I am glad that you believe in me Ruby, that is what I need most from....from whatever our relationship now is." Ruby gazes at George for a moment, unsure of what to say.

She finally says, "I've always believed in you, even if I didn't show it. And I'm not proud of any time I didn't when I should have." Ruby cheeks turn crimson and she looks away from the handsome man sitting next to her. "As for our relationship... I...uh...I didn't come here with any expectations or ideas about what would happen. But now that I'm here I find myself... well... swept away...by you... and I find I am not my normal confident and sure self." Her voice lowers to almost a whisper and she keeps her eyes averted from his. "As silly and as sudden as it sounds, I think I may be falling in love with you George Eastman."

There is a very long pause that follows. When George finally speaks he says in a serious voice, "Well then, we should make sure that you extend your Rochester visit long enough for you know for certain." "Good idea," she says quietly before she smiles and looks back to him. "Course, you trying to sway me doesn't hurt either." Ruby slides the blanket off her and spreads it out, although it's sloppy. She lays down on the blanket on her side, facing George. She lets her head fall against her arm. "Let's take a nap," she says as she tries to stifle a yawn.

He replies, "Not a bad suggestion Ruby, that swimming was rather invigorating but has also left me more tired than usual." "That's because it's the most beautiful and perfect day to nap, haven't you noticed that you get tired when it's nap time?" she sleepily smiles. The combination of the cool water and warm sun had made her suddenly and surprisingly very tired. She says, "I hope you won't feel funny napping next to me," as her eyes start to close. "I don't mind, I'd rather like it," are her last words before she falls asleep with him in her sights.

Ruby awakens first, noticing his arm draped across her stomach. He has a contented smile on his face and is very lightly snoring. Based upon the position of the sun she estimates that it is somewhere between 4:00 and 5:00 PM. Ruby doesn't want to move just yet so she just snuggles closer to George, alternating between gazing at him and at the beautiful surroundings. She waits a good amount of time before she finally leans over George and kisses him gently. "Time to wake up sleepy head," she says softly. "Unfortunately it's getting late."

He wakes with a start, temporarily unsure of his surroundings. He comments, Yes, you're right, the sun is just starting to set." He heads over to where he has set the camera and says, "If you would like I could take another picture of you, it would be a silhouette shot with the setting sun behind you." "Good idea, let's do that." Ruby positions herself in front of the sun and stands still, waiting for her photo to be taken. She knows she probably looks a mess, from swimming and from sleeping, but is floating on clouds happy and doesn't care.

He positions the camera and says, "Oh, this is good, although slightly erotic in nature. The bright sun around you highlights the shaded outline of your body through those loose garments. This picture will definitely do justice to your....well, let's just say we will need to keep this photograph to ourselves." Ruby actually blushes at George's comments and the fact that he is really looking at her. You must be going crazy girl to be acting like this! she thinks but she just can't help herself. She tilts her head to the side and bites at her lip while he finishes setting up the shot.

"I hope you like what you see then Mr. Eastman, since you'll have it for prosperity and all." She pauses, then adds, "And perhaps it makes you want to see more?" "Hold that pose, I'm opening the shutter," he says. He counts backwards from twenty and then says "Got it." He slides out the film packet into the black bag and walks over to the satchel to put it away saying, "Would you like me to take another one, perhaps with the light from the setting sun shining upon you?" "Sure," Ruby laughs, "I've been called an angel before, maybe this will be my photographic evidence!" She strikes a pose and waits for George to take the picture.

He takes the shot and then removes the film package. He walks back to his satchel and asks, "I brought one more film cartridge with me. Is there anything in particular you would like for the last shot?" "Yes, actually." She walks over to George and looks over the machine. "Can you show me how to use this so I can take a picture of you?" He spends the next five minutes explaining it to her, despite her actually being able to figure most of it out without his explanation. She remains polite and doesn't interrupt. He insists on putting his shirt back on over the undershirt but leaves his jacket and hat off as he poses along with the lake behind him and setting sun off to the side in the shot.

"Ready?" When she indicates he is, she pushes the button and counts from twenty, just like he did. "All done! I hope it comes out as good at it looked like it would. Can we develop them tomorrow? I mean, will you take me to work with you?" He replies, "I could, but I will be leaving early, around 8:00 A.M. You slept a lot longer than that this morning. I could develop them and bring them back to the house if you would prefer." She says, "I usually do like to sleep late, that's true, but I could make an exception... unless you don't want to bring me, which of course I would understand if you didn't. Want to bring me that is."

He replies, "I can bring you to work, and spend time in the darkroom developing these, but it wouldn't be appropriate for me to bring you to the managers meeting that will probably last an hour or two." "I understand. I'll stay at home and out of your way, it'll be better that way."
She heads over to the blanket and picks it up, folding it neatly. The basket with the food in it is already packed up but she leaves it for George. "You ready to end our perfect day?" He replies, "Why does it have to end Ruby? The sun is just starting to set, it will be a few more hours until bedtime."

She says, Oh, I just assumed if we were leaving.. I don't know." There is hope in her voice, "Did you have something else planned?" He replies, “We're leaving here, that doesn't mean we can't go elsewhere. There are several theaters in Rochester, would you be up for a play?" Ruby perks up. "Oh that would be great, I could wear the gown you got me! Let's go!" She suddenly stops and blushes. "I guess I should get dressed first, huh?" She laughs then begins putting on her dress. "Or would I just wear this? I wore this to the last play I attended."

With a smile he says, "Your present dress would be fine, it's not like you've had it on much of today. From here we'll go out to eat and then to a show." He finishes dressing as well and then the two of them make their way back to the carriage. They find William sitting inside the carriage reading his book, where he is almost to the end. William looks up and says, "Ah, your timing is good. I was afraid that I would be loosing the light."

"I hope you weren't too bored out here alone William. We had a fantastic day, it's just perfect here and the weather was beautiful! Of course, your boss makes for good company too," she smiles. William says, "Yes, I have found that true. I have always enjoyed it out here. I trust that he showed you many of the hiking trails. I find the view from Eagle Peak is quite spectacular, on a clear day you can see details on the Canadian side of the lake." She replies, "Actually, no, he didn't show me the hiking trails. I suppose he saved some scenic views for another day," Ruby smiles. "We ate, went swimming and napped. It was glorious!" He says, “Very well then."

He looks to George and says, "Where to now sir?" George says, "The Leland House on East Second Avenue." William closes the doors to the carriage and climbs atop the front to drive them to the destination. She says, "What kind of restaurant is that? Or are you leaving it for a surprise?" He replies, "It is a recently constructed Victorian-style building that serves as a hotel with a restaurant and gallery on the ground floor. I have heard that the food is quite good but haven't had somebody to go there with to find out for myself."

She says, "Well now you do. It sounds like fun and a good choice." Ruby then watches the sights out the window, passing places here and there that bring back old memories. The ride passes quickly and soon they are back near town. She continues to look curiously out the window for the place they will be spending the next few hours. As they pull up to the Victorian Ruby immediately sees why George choose this place, as it is painted and decorated with a 'Wild West' motif. They enter and she sees that the interior is likewise styled with a western theme.

She laughs. "Well, this should be interesting to say the least. We'll see how authentic they are!" She grasps George's arm and lets him lead the way. Ruby has to do her best to keep from laughing at the fake 'western' accent that the waiter who shows them to the table attempts, which is greatly overshadowed by his real accent indicating Brooklyn or the Bronx as his place of origin.
They are shown to a table and given menus which list various western fare including chili, refried beans, corn on the cob, barbecue chicken, steak and corn muffins.

She says, "Hmm.... BBQ chicken sounds good but we had chicken for lunch. I suppose I'll have the steak myself. Should we have some more wine with dinner Mr. Eastman or are you concerned you might overindulge and do something you regret?" She smiles devilishly, pausing to let the thought sink in before she continues, "Like be late for work?" He smiles and replies, “I won't be late for work, I have important pictures to develop. I think I will go light on the alcohol tonight, perhaps a beer with the meal as that appears to be the house specialty." The waiter comes and he orders a steak, medium rate, with steak cut fried potatoes and corn bread. "That sounds really good, I'll have the same please, all of it."

After the waiter leaves Ruby says, "Are you excited about seeing the photos? I hope they turn out as good as you think they will." He states, “Well, my preference is to see the real person instead. Black and white photographs pale by comparison, but they will give me something to look at for times when we are apart. I'm not sure if you noticed, but I keep a picture of you that I took in Promise City on my desk at the office." She says, "I did notice, actually. It's very sweet. I wish I had one of you too." She forgets to add that she stole the picture off his wall and has it in her bag back at his house.

She blushes, "Perhaps we don't have to spend too much time apart that we need photographs to keep us company." He says, "Yes, but another purpose of photographs is to preserve how we look in the prime of our lives. Father time is not always kind, although in your case I trust that you will be ravishing at all stages in your life." "Why thank you Mr. Eastman. I would venture to say that when you love someone you always remember them the best they ever looked and never see the flaws. One of the benefits of love I suppose," she laughs. "Of course, I do plan on following your suggestion through and always look ravishing." He replies with a smile, "It is the very least you can do as a benefit to all of mankind."

 

[Silver Moon]

Chapter Two-hundred-thirty-one, “Betting the Saloons”, Monday, June 19th, 4:15 A.M.

Jake takes his seat. “Mierde” is the first thing that comes to mind. As he stretches and settles in he comments to the players at the table, "Mr. Maverick and I were just discussing what a small world it is. One just never knows what friendly faces from the past will surprise you. I had the good fortune to cut my teeth as they say playing poker on the Commodore's fine gambling vessel." Duvall says, "Except for Mr. Kane here I had everybody here at the table on the Lauren Belle at one time or another." He glares at Adair and says, "Most of whom I was glad to have there."

Brady Hawkes says "And aside from Mr. Cook here I've had the pleasure of playing before with every one of you, as well as Mr. Maverick's Father Beau." Maverick says, "Pappy said that you all but retired." Hawkes says, "Not entirely, once gambling is in your blood it's there for life. I have spent the better part of the last decade riding with an apprentice, a young fellow named Billy Montana, as well as getting reacquainted with my son Jeremiah."

Jake notices that Michael George is still on duty behind the bar, the change there being the removal of the new Niles Hoover portrait that had been painted by Moria Enion's husband Patrick, which was apparently the 'accomplice behind the bar' that Gonzales spoke of. Jake does not see Gonzales in the room any longer. Jake plays the first hand, planning on folding quickly without raising. During the first hand he develops a cough. He makes his ante for the second hand and rises, "Excuse me a moment, I find I need some water."

Getting some water at the bar he motions to Jeff Mills. "That is not Job Kane. It is someone magically masquerading as him. Send someone out to look for Job, and someone to tell Van Horne. Do NOT let Tony Lucky in on it, he is likely in cahoots with Adair, who is likely involved in this. If anyone has harmed Job...." Silver Jake Cook's eyebrows come together in a dark look but waits for Jeff's acknowledgement. Jeff says, "Are you sure? What am I saying, of course you are. It's another one who that Messier changed I'll bet. Tony in on it? Makes sense, he was the one who went to go get Job. I'll get the forces in motion on this, you just make sure that you keep that imposter here."

Before turning back towards the table, Jake sighs and releases the tension. He composes his face and returns to the table. His intent is to slow the game down, keep the bids low and hold his losses to a minimum. Jake and Maverick both keep their bids low, as does Hawkes, giving the now constantly-winning Adair an opportunity to relieve Duvall of his money. After a half hour of six hands Jake, Hawkes and Maverick are each down $ 600 and Duvall is down to his final $ 1200. Jake notices the Jeff Mills has not returned and that he took both Harkers with him, leaving Tony Lucky, Frank Lucky, Thom and Tim Finnegan as the security guards.

Jake starts some small talk, and Maverick readily joins in. Jakes waits for an opportunity and then says, "That reminds me of a story." Which he tells slowly and in a disarming manner. "I don’t even remember the name of the dead end town, but I was working there for a few days trying to get enough to eat before I moved on to the next dead end town. One of the larger boarding houses was much like the El Parador. It had a saloon, barn, corral and a daughter who had just gotten to marrying age." Jake looks around and smirks before continuing.

"Somehow," Jake's smirk turns into a smile, "I found myself speaking to this pretty young thing and suggested that she meet me in the barn later so we could talk some more. I am not sure if someone else overheard me, or if I was not as persuasive as I imagined but instead of being greeted by the pretty girl with soft brown eyes there was a broad-chested man holding a pitch fork in a rather menacing fashion." Jake stops for emphasis. “Yes, I’ve come about the advertisement to bale hay. I told him. But he only glared at me and took a step towards me."

“I can provide references. I am a very hard worker. I tried again. Again he advanced wordlessly and kept the nasty looking pitchfork pointed in my direction. Perhaps I’ve come at a bad time, should I come back later? I asked and tried to walk around him but he lashed out with the tines and I dodged back. He took a few more determined steps towards me backing me into an upright ladder." Jake stiffens his back and pretends to have backed into something with his eyes wide in fear. "I looked over his shoulder and cried out, Thank the gods you are here sheriff, this heathen was going to skewer me! He turned and looked over his shoulder and I clambered up the ladder."

“Get back down here and gets whats you deserve! The man bellowed at me and his face turned red with rage." “Oh, you can speak. I taunted him. I will tell you though, my knees were still shaking. Then I said, I was beginning to think you were dumb.” He made a noise that was more an unintelligible growl than a response and started looking around him. I supposed he was looking for something to throw at me or inflict some other unpleasantness. He reached out behind a post and retrieved a nasty looking hand scythe. He pulled his arm back to throw it at me but before he let it go I had pulled hard on the top of the ladder and caught him in the groin with one of the ladder legs." Jake makes a wincing expression on his face.

"Well the brute dropped the scythe and doubled over in pain while I started laughing so hard I nearly had tears in my eyes. I did not even see him grab the bottom of the ladder I was leaning on. I lost my balance and fell forward, but jumped and landed across the top rung of the ladder. The brute is balancing the ladder so I cannot reach the loft. He then starts to shake the ladder trying to knock me off but he cannot because I'm holding on with all I have got. He is so strong that he starts to pound me against a support beam like I'm a fish on the end of a pole. My leg bruised and my forehead bleeding I decide it is my last chance to do something." Jake feigns to wince when he touches his forehead.

"In a flash I stretch down to the furthest rung I can reach and flip myself over the top of the ladder. This throws his balance off and the ladder falls with me landing feet first holding the ladder over my head. He was facing the other way, so the ladder goes over his shoulders putting his head between two rungs. As soon as I had hit the ground I started running, and the bottom rung taking him right in the throat with an udible 'glauh'." Jake pushes his arm up to this own throat and sticks his tongue out for emphasis. Out of the corner of his eye he is watching for Jeff Mills or the others. "On my way out of the barn, I let one of the ladder legs catch the edge of the door. Of course it stops suddenly I hear a couple of loud snaps. They just do not make ladders the way they used to. Anyway, I did not see the big brute after that because I was too busy running. Just another night for poor Jake Cook to be sleeping out of doors. A shame too, that girl's brown eyes were mighty inviting."

Adair becomes annoyed with Jake's story while the other players enjoy it, and Duvall manages to win the next two hands, keeping him in the game. Hawkes finally gets a good hand, full house King high, and bets heavily, but Adair barely takes the pot from him with a full house Ace high. After another half-hour of play Duvall is down $ 400 from before, Hawkes is up $ 400 as well, Adair is up $ 1000 while Maverick and Jake are each down $ 500. That is when dealer Job Kane makes the comment, "I am going to miss this place." Jake asks, "Going somewhere?"

Job replies, "I'm afraid so. My lady Bernice is tired of small-town life. We're going to move to somewhere larger. We plan to leave later today in fact, I know it is short notice, it was a surprise to me too, but she insists and I don‘t want to risk loosing her. You understand don't you Jake?" Jake says, "That is quite a surprise. Job Kane has stood by me in times of need, I can do no less than respect his wishes. Sure partner, I understand. I can make you a good offer on your share of the Saloon." Jake knows what is coming next, but he plays along.

The dealer replies, "I'm sorry Jake, but I already sold my twenty-five percent. Bernice and I needed a stake to get going on our new lives. I was made an offer that I couldn't refuse, more than twice the amount that Austin Blake is paying for Hoover's share." "I'm afraid so Cook," Adair states. He places a deed on the table and says, "Here is the document, all legal, Attorney Fisk finalized it. I'm your new partner." Jake says, "My, that is quite a surprising and unlikely turn of events. Who could have imagined even yesterday that this would come to pass. You must have quite a stash of funds available to you Adair to make such a generous offer, pounds upon pounds of it by the way you spend it."

Adair replies, "With my own saloon damaged by those Law and Order Party fanatics I felt it was the time to diversify. Besides, I feel I can be generous, as I stand a very good chance of finishing within the top three in this tournament and thus increasing my immediate fortune." Jake says, "Not if I can do anything about it." Jake feigns anger. It is not hard, to do since he is usually angry at Adair. "Something is rotten about the way Job suddenly decided to sell, and I know you had something to do with it. I also know I will never prove it. However, I will beat you fair and square at this poker table so you can cease your gloating." Jake flips his ante into the pot and stands bolt upright. "I need a drink."

With that he makes his way to the bar, hiding the little smile that comes to his lips. He can almost here Red's familiar voice, Jacob me boy, ye could have been an actor if ye weren't so addicted to poker. He looks around for any sign of the others. Adair raises his voice and says "Mr. Cook, am I under the impression by that outburst that you have strong objections of my being your business partner?" "So what if I do?" Jake says without turning around to face Adair, and thinks If this was not such a dangerous game, I could enjoy this.

Adair says, "Well then sir, I am not one to go where I am not wanted, nor would I want you as my business partner with that attitude. I tell you what I am willing to do, we're both gambling men. I'll put my deed up against yours, winner take all. I'm sure the other three players will be willing to sit out the next hand so that we can settle this once and for all." Jake answers, "What would that prove? One hand can fall to luck." And I need you and your fake Job Kane to stick around. "If you want my share of the Lucky Lady I will put it up as an added incentive to the tournament. I go out before you, and you win what you have long coveted, my share of the Lucky Lady. You leave the tournament before me, I own your shabby excuse of a saloon." Conveniently, to which I already possess the deed.

Adair states, "Very well Mr. Cook, I agree to those terms, once the sun comes up we could have our attorneys legalize the agreement." A self-satisfied Adair sits back down at the table as Job Kane prepares to deal the next hand. Jonathan Harker returns and making his way over to Jake whispers "We can't find him. We checked his house, my cousin's house where Bernice is staying as well as Adair's house and the Palace Saloon." Jake nods and beckons Tony Lucky and his cousin to him. Jake speaks in a very low voice with his face turned away from the poker table. "Tony, are you keeping a secret from me?"

Tony says, "Yeah, I am, I didn't want to worry you. Don't be concerned about it, we have the situation well in hand." Jake states, "Do we now? Tell me quickly, because I have a secret I have kept from you as well." Tony replies, "There's this guy who works for Arcade's Gang, their cook Joseppi. His family has a long-time feud against mine and Frank's family, a blood feud. He's committed to killing us. We've been afraid that the might disrupt this tournament seeking his revenge, so we made sure that the other security men all knew what he looks like and to take whatever action is necessary to prevent him from interfering. We didn't feel you needed to know that."

"Thank you for sparing me those details." Jake takes a sip of whiskey. "It may appear that Adair has me right where he wants me. I bet you like being on the winning side Tony. Let me tell you my secrets. I know that is not Job Kane out there. I know that you have been feeding Adair information. You see, knowing this I have been feeding you false information. So in actuality, I have Evan Adair exactly where I want him. I am about to reveal the falsehood about the dealer which will in turn ruin Adair's plan and possibly even get him ejected from the game making me the new owner of the Palace Saloon, such as it is.”

After a dramatic pause Jake continues with great intensity, “There is only one problem, we cannot find my friend Job Kane. I will give you exactly six seconds from when I stop speaking to tell Jonathan Harker here where the real Job Kane is being kept. If not, I will also tell Evan Adair that you have been my inside man and have been double crossing him. I expect he will kill you for that. Even if he does not, there are plenty activities Adair will go on trial for with you as an accomplice. Isby will not take kindly that you brought in the magically altered Job Kane to the tournament. The only thing worse for you is if some harm comes to the real Job Kane. In that case, you are mine, and you will wish that I let Evan Adair kill you. So help us find Job, and get back on the winning side. I will put some money in your pocket and help you get out of town, safely away from Adair. Otherwise, good luck with whatever short life you have until Adair catches you. I am done speaking now."

Tony stammers "I...we need to talk to my cousin Frank too. My agreeing to your terms won't mean squat if he goes blabbing to Adair or Isby." Job Kane calls across the room, "Mr. Cook, I've dealt the next hand. Are you going to come play or should we ante in a coin from your pile?" "One more ante please. I will be there shortly." Jake calls back. Then quietly to Tony Lucky, "Quickly, I have a game to win." Frank Lucky is called over. Tony pulls him aside with Jake and says, "The jig is us, Cook found out what Adair's doing. Our lives are both in danger." Frank looks at Jake and says, "Please don't turn us over to that hanging judge of yours Mr. Cook. What do you want from us?"

Jake says, "I want the REAL Job Kane on the front porch in minutes, safe and sound. Take Jonathan with you. Then stop helping Adair and stay out of his way. We will figure out later how to keep him from killing you. I expect to occupy him for a while anyway. Now move." Frank says, "I don't know where he is, I didn't even know this guy here was a fake, just that Adair had a scheme to get you to gamble away your saloon. Tony, do you know where Kane is at? Is he alive?" Tony replies, "Yes I do and he is, but he's under guard right now, a couple of Adair's guys. They won't give him up to me and even if they did they'll tell Adair and our lives won't be worth anything."

Jake says, "Who and where?" Tony answers, "Graf Holzer's barn, near Job's house. I don't know the guys' names, they work for the Rattlesnake Ranch." Jake tells Harker, "Jonathan, locate an officer of the law, preferably Helen Barker, Kevin Tomlinson or Chet Martin. It is time they earn their pay. This time we need real evidence, ideally enough to bring Evan Adair in front of Judge Isby. First priority is bringing Job out unharmed, but see what can be done to incriminate Adair. Take whoever you need, and get Mr. Kane back to the Lucky Lady as soon as possible. I will stall as long as I can here."

Jonathan Harker says, "Boston and I will see to it, we'll get Mills too. That'll leave you a little light on security for the moment, just Thom, Tim Finnegan, Michael George and the Lucky's here who at this point I'd consider more of a threat than anything else." Jake exclaims, "Where in bloody hades is Van Horne. Francesco, take your cousin with you and keep him out of any more trouble while you find Mr. Van Horne and bring them both back quickly. Hermes, what a mess."
Frank says, "He went upstairs to his room. We will go wake him."

Jake goes back to the table, "My apologies for the distraction." Adair asks, "Is there a problem Cook? " Jake replies, "Just some concern with the security folks, some personal feud between a couple of them and a man in town that seems to be coming to a head. I have instructed them to take their problems elsewhere.” Jake slows the game down as much as possible and keeps the pots to the minimum levels. The game proceeds for another half hour, with a minimum of gambling and even less change of fortune as each of the four players win a hand, even Hawkes. Adair then wins another three hands in a row, putting him up $ 1200 and each of the others down $ 300 bringing Duvall to only $ 900 left.

Cornelius Van Horne makes his appearance in short order, although both of the Lucky cousins remain upstairs. Jake then notes an interesting trio enter the Lucky Lady consisting of Deputy Sheriff Eduardo Rodriguez, Father Thomas Valdez and the female halfling Sydney Sue. Jake has seen the halfling before in Cumbley's company and begins to wonder what her connection might be until he recalls that she is the half-owner of the Liberty Hill Mine, the other half of that mine being owned by Graf Holzer whose barn Job was being held captive at. The three head over to the bar, Valdez helping Sue up onto a barstool, and order drinks.

 

[baradtgnome]

I don't usually comment on what the character was 'thinking/feeling' during the story, but this is an interesting exception. SM gave us an elegant method of locating Job Kane with the candles & magic finding those 'infected' by the vampires.

However Jake was so angry at this point with Tony Lucky, and it had been building for quite some time, that very real threats of death were much more appealing to the young gambler. Also, Jake doesn't feel comfortable with magic, and does not usually think about magic as a solution. Jake who 'stands by his friends', does not like to be double crossed and reacts rather poorly. Pity that he didn't get to kill Tony Lucky afterall.

So once again, the characters do not follow the path that the game master puts in front of them. What a shock.

 

[Silver Moon]

Chapter Two-hundred-thirty-two, “Dinner Conversation“, Sunday, June 18th, 5:45 P.M.

He replies to Ruby’s comment about looking ravishing, "It is the very least you can do as a benefit to all of mankind." "All of mankind, eh? I like that. Someone once told me I was the most beautiful woman in the Arizona Territory and I was insulted. But all of mankind? That's more like it." Ruby sips at her beer with a smile that won't leave her face. "Do you think we should send something out for William, or tell him to come in and eat? He probably hasn't eaten all day and must be starving."

George replies, "Hmm, not a bad idea. He normally wouldn't consider doing that out of respect for my role in society, servants not fraternizing with their employers and all. At home all three of my staff dine with me whenever we don't have any other company, which is most of the time. This place is informal enough that I should be able to get him to come inside to eat. I know he won't sit with us since we're in public, but there are plenty of other tables. Excuse me a minute while I go out and suggest it to him." "Absolutely," Ruby replies. "Don't worry, I won't run off on you while you go out and speak with him."

Ruby watches George walk away and again sips at her beer. Seemed he was true to his word, about not liking society and all. He certainly didn't seem like an uptight snob anyway. George is gone a while and the waiter brings out a tray of mini-burrito style snacks that look like Dorita's but one bite tells Ruby is a very pale imitation. George eventually returns and sits down. "He'll be coming in soon, it took me a while to convince him." She says, "I'm glad he is coming in. He must be stubborn because he must be hungry! It's great that you found people who can count on and trust." George says, "Indeed. He is far more concerned about my social standing than I am. Although I suppose it reflects upon his status as well among his peers."

Ruby answers, "True. I guess in some ways he lives through you. Well, no matter, it's good you can trust him. It very hard to find people you can trust and depend on. I find it hard anyway. To find people to trust." George states, "Ah, that actually isn't all that difficult to do Ruby. I can teach you a few pointers on how to go about it. One is to check references, second is to be trusting yourself and hope they follow your example and not betray that trust. Finally, keep your eyes and ears open and your mouth shut and you can usually find a person's trustworthiness through their own actions."

She answers, "I wish it was that simple. But good advice and something for me to work on I suppose. It's just that... well, I end up with a lot of broken promises made to me and after a while any promise just loses it's gleam." George says in a serious tone, "Ruby, I will never break a promise that I make to you. I will always tell you the truth too. Most of the time that will be a good thing, but always being honest also means that you have to be prepared to hear the truth."

Ruby lets George's words sink in before she speaks. "I hope that's true George. Sometimes people get mad about hearing the truth but I'd much rather hear the truth and be able to believe what is being said is real than always worrying that the words are false." She reaches for George's hand. "I am glad your promises will always be true. I hope I can also live up to your standards. I know in my heart you are different and I've never doubted you care about me."

He grips her hand and says, "I know, and it took me a long time to realize it but you were right about what you said to me back in Promise City. The person who you are now wasn't the five-year-old memory that I was in love with. Perhaps I was in love with the prospect of love and had transferred those emotions on to you. When you add to that volcano of emotions caused by my jealousy over your other relationship and my cousin's not-so-subtle manipulations then it made for a explosive situation. But that is behind us. You are here now and I am getting a chance to finally get to see the person who you have now become."

Ruby is hesitant to ask but does anyway. "And what do you think of the person who I am now?" “I like the person who I have spent time with thus far. My main reservation is..." he then lowers his voice..." that wizard magic. I said I would keep an open mind and I will but until I can research it myself I will continue to be uncertain." She says, "I'm... I wish I could do something to alleviate your fears. Is there something I can do George?"

George says, "You can give me time. That lake that we looked out on today, Lake Ontario, forty or so miles on the opposite side is Ontario, Canada. Canada as a whole is affiliated with the wizard-fearing nation of Great Britain but Quebec was settled by the French. Southeastern Ontario is not far from Quebec and a friend-of-a-friend knows a French-Canadian on the opposite shore with a rather extensive library. This friend is crossing the lake today on my behalf aboard a steamship and should return tomorrow with the books that I need to read for my research on this subject."

Ruby pulls her hand back. "No matter what happens then, I appreciate you looking into it and giving it some thought. Now, where is that dinner?" she says, trying to change the subject." The waiter soon arrives with the food. Even though the previous course wasn't up to Ruby's usual standards the steak and potatoes are excellently cooked. The corn bread, however, is a little on the dry side. Ruby states, "Dorita's corn bread is so much better than this. Hers is the best I've ever had, most of her food is the best I've ever had. Did you get a chance to enjoy it while you were in Promise City?" He replies, "Oh yes, the Figures family was one of the few good memories of that town."

"They really loved you, you know. And they were very excited to give us an engagement party that night. They're like my real family. Them, Kate, Nanuet, Chester... my friends at the Lucky Lady..." She sighs. "I really wish you'd had a better picture of the city. I hate that you won't visit me there." He says, "We can work on that later, heading back to a town where the majority of the people there wanted to see me hanged isn't high on my list. But enough of that, let's talk about Rochester. What are your current thoughts about that garden party?"

"That's not true... the majority of people in town misunderstood and just over reacted..." her voice trails off. She sighs. Suddenly afraid she was getting too close to George, the idea that he might actually get to know her and not want her, the whole magic thing, something she had no control over, she suddenly felt nervous and a bit timid. "If you want to go, we can. It would probably be fun. Who is giving the party? Someone you know well?"

He answers, "Err no, I thought I told you, William and Alma West are the ones hosting the party. I don't know them very well, in fact my first contact with them in over three years was just last month with that business transaction I referenced earlier." Ruby throws her hand over her mouth and coughs. "Uh, I didn't realize that you meant my parents were giving the party. I'm not so sure that is a good idea. They may try to keep me here again." He says, "No, I won't let them, and they won't want to make a scene. You are an adult now Ruby, you can make your own decisions." She answers, "I'll never be anything to them but the child they were all disappointed in, and they never cared for George."

She then asks, "What kind of business did you have with them?" He replies, "I purchased some property from them." Ruby takes a gulp of her beer. "What land did they sell to you?" He pauses and replies, "The lake." She exclaims, THE LAKE? The lake we used to go to as kids? The one I threw my ring in? The one you said was all different now? What did you do to it?" He replies, "I'll show you tomorrow. We can stop there on the way back from the factory." "I thought you wanted me to stay home... I'm really confused." He says, "That's right, I guess I'm confused too. I hadn't planned to talk to you about the lake until we were there."

She sighs. "Okay, so tomorrow we're going to work, then stopping at the lake. Not going to the garden party, right?" He suggests, "How about this, I'll go into work, stay just a few hours, then come home. We can go out for lunch and then visit the lake. We do not need to go to the garden party." She runs a finger across the table a few times, stalling. Without looking at him she asks, "How long do you want me to stay?" He replies, "Please stay until I have had a chance to reach a conclusion about this magic thing. Once I better understand what this is about we can then figure out where to go from there."

"Alright," Ruby nods. "I don't mean to be pushy about the lake thing, I am just confused over it's importance to anything. And I only asked about staying because I need to do some shopping. Perhaps you know someone who can bring some things in instead of me going out, if that is a problem. Either way, if I am staying any length of time, I need some other clothes. How can I impress you wearing the same dress everyday?" she teases. George says, "After Rosey and Al come back tomorrow I can have her take you shopping downtown. She knows the good shops. In the meanwhile I have no complaints about how you are attired."

She replies, "That's because I've only been here two days! Believe me, after a few more days of the same outfit you might not be so pleased." Ruby quietly finishes her meal. They had talked about much and she was more nervous than she had been earlier. What if he really couldn't accept her for what she was? Things were much smoother and fun when they were lying on the beach kissing. "Do you still feel like going to the theater? I'm not sure I still want to go... what do you think?" He says, “Well, there is a show in town that I would like to see but it is playing for another week so we will have other opportunities to attend. We can go home if you would like. I could maybe show you some of my photographs from Santo Domingo."

She says, "Yes, that sounds like a better idea right now, let's do that. And we can eat chocolate ice cream with strawberries and cream instead of being brave here and testing their desserts." Ruby looks down at her plate and decides she is finished, saving room for their dessert later. "I wonder if William is done by now so he can take us home." George gets up a looks then sits back down. "He still seems to be eating. I'm sure he would take the rest of his meal to go if I asked him to, but I would just as soon allow him another ten minutes or so to finish. So, did this help or are you still homesick for Arizona?"

"Well, this isn't really like Arizona...," she says hesitantly. "I guess I just miss my friends. I missed doing the play and feel badly about that." She pauses. "I'm just worried about what you might, well, if you change your mind and decide you don't like me." She perks up, "But I'm having fun with you. Today was an awesome, almost perfect day." He says, "Ruby, I will always like you. It's just some of your....hobbies that I need to be more sure about."

She says, "I understand that George, but what would you do if you were me? I mean, you start to like someone, really like them and then they decide some of the things you can... do... makes you not worth being with any more?" He replies, "Ruby, please, allow me time to research this on my own. It won't take me long, I will obviously make it a priority. Regardless of what I find I will always want to remain close to you, I...I just have uncertainties about exactly what each others roles will be in each of our lives."

She states emphatically, "I AM allowing you time and I'm not trying to pressure you. But you have to allow ME my own worries about it. I can't help it that I think about it. That I'm all the way out here away from my home, in YOUR home, doing crazy things." She pauses. "You know what, fine, we won't talk about it anymore." She takes her time and finishes her beer, rolling the glass in between her hands. Suddenly she blurts out, "It's not fair! I'm not supposed to feel this way. I'm not supposed to be worried about what you might think!" She pouts, and refuses to look at George.

George is uncertain how to react. William however caught the public outburst and comes to his reprieve, approaching the table and stating, "I am ready to go whenever you are sir. I will be out at the carriage." Ruby waits a few moments in the uncomfortable silence before she says softly, "I'm... I'm sorry. I'll meet you outside." She walks out of the restaurant, giving George time to pay for dinner. She waits by the carriage, the small cool night breeze being of little comfort. She refuses William's offer of help, preferring to wait for George to help her himself. George arrives is short order and helps her into the carriage.

William goes up front and gets the carriage moving on its way back to George's house. They sit in more uncomfortable silence for a while until Ruby finally looks at George. In an almost timid voice she asks, "Are you terribly angry with me?" He replies, "No, but you need to learn to be more patient. Ruby, I'll have an answer in another day or two, this is just something I know nothing about and am worried about. I realize you would like me to just tell you what you want to hear, but I will not do that, I am going to be honest and truthful to you as I promised before. You might be unaccustomed to that from other men but that is what you get from me whether you like it or not."

Ruby tries to keep her lips from cracking into a smile, but the corners of her lips betray her. She picks at some invisible string on the coach seat. "Well, that's uh, a good thing. What I asked for right? As long as you're not angry with me... I was, um, am, just frightened, is all." She looks at him, "But we said we weren't going to talk about it anymore, right? I won't bother you about it, I'll let you take your time and make your decision." "Will you still show me your photographs tonight? And share dessert? And after...," her voice trails off and she doesn't suggest what comes after.

He replies with a smile, "I will be happy to show you my photographs. The trip to Santo Domingo was truly an eye-opener for me. I saw people and things that I would not have thought possible. I shot close to 300 photographs, you will probably be bored by the time I am through showing them to you." Perhaps," she says, sliding closer to him. "Perhaps you will be an amazing storyteller and keep me enthralled. You maybe you won't show me all 300 pictures tonight," she laughs. "What you told me in Promise City about your trip sounded very exciting and adventure full."

He says, "It is an amazing place. Do you know much about Santo Domingo Ruby?" She replies, "Only what you've told me. Tell me about it again, I'm interested. Where exactly is it?" He replies, "East of Cuba, around 500 miles from the southeast of the Florida Keys. It occupies the eastern two-thirds of the island of Hispaniola, discovered by Columbus in 1492. His ship the Santa Maria ran aground there and so he had a fortress built from the remains of the ship, the first European settlement in the new world.

Spain occupied all of Hispaniola for the next two-hundred years then lost a war with France and ceded them the western third of the island which the French renamed Haiti. The French brought in thousands of ogre slaves from Africa to cultivate sugar cane on their part of the island until the slaves revolted and killed their masters, taking over not only Haiti but then the Spanish part of the island as well by the beginning of this century. The native Dominicans successfully revolted against their Haitian overlords less than forty years ago. They had an uneasy time of creating a Government. During the American Civil War they feared that either the Union or Confederate would take advantage of their weakness and conquer them to create ports and fortresses, so invited the Spanish back in to govern and protect them.

The Spanish left afterwards but continue to support the struggling young nation, comprised mostly of poor farmers and fisherman in the largest city, Santo Domingo." She says, "And why did you decide to visit there? It sounds dangerous." He says, "I was invited there as part of a job. An associate of mine received a grant to go there to do research and he needed a photographer. I think he asked a dozen people before he got to me, they all turned him down, spending several months in a poor, hot tropical land among the natives doesn't sound all that appealing to most. But to me it sounded like a once-in-a-lifetime ppportunity."

She takes his hand in hers. "That's because you have the heart of an adventurer. You don't regret it, right? I would have gone and worn coconuts!" she laughs. He says, "Well, there were plenty of coconuts there. Without them and being able to catch fish I think most of the local populace would have starved." "Well, I wouldn't have worn their food then." She drifts into her thoughts briefly before returning to George. "I've been poor and hungry, I know what that's like. But it sounds like there were a lot of poor and hungry people. It's sad." Ruby quietly contemplates that George's trip wasn't fun and games and she should be more respectful of that. She stays quiet, in her thoughts.

They soon arrive back home and William lets the two of them out in the drive before going to deal with the carriage. They enter the house and George suggests "Take a few minutes to spruce up and I'll then meet you in the study to look at the pictures." Ruby wishes William a goodnight at the carriage, assuming she won't see him again. Once inside under George's direction she heads upstairs to use the bathroom and refresh herself. She is amazed that even after swimming and sunning and napping she doesn't look all that bad, her hair just a bit wilder than she normally keeps it.

She takes her time and washes her face, splashing some cool water on it. She knew she had to keep herself together better and not let all her emotions rule over her, but this waiting on someone else was not something she was accustomed to. Yet she didn't want to be pushy or do things the way she did before, so she scolded herself with the thought that she just had to wait and that was that.

She stops in her room to fix her hair. Instead of leaving it down she brushes it throughly then uses some clips to put it up. It was a bit messy, curls falling all over, but it would keep her cooler to have her neck exposed. She considers putting her nightgown on but again doesn't want to make anyone uncomfortable. Of course the men didn't understand how uncomfortable it was at the end of the day for women, after wearing high heels and tight corsets and stockings that made your legs warm and big poufy dresses that dragged around all day... Ruby sighs. At least she could take off her shoes and stockings. Leaving them behind in her room she gives herself one final glance before leaving the safety of her room. She heads back downstairs to the study to meet up with George.

George has out a pile of three leather-bound photograph albums. She notes that he has had the description of album content's marked on the binding and cover of each album in gold lettering. She notes that he appears to have cleaned up some himself and left his suit jacket and vest up in his room, although he still has on his dress trousers, suspenders, dress shirt and necktie. "Don't you get tired of wearing that tie?" she asks as she curls up next to him on the couch. "Oh, I suppose so," he states. He very carefully removes the tie, folds it over one, and sets it down on the corner of the desk. He also unbuttons the top shirt button. He picks up the first of the albums and sits down on the couch. After Ruby sits beside him he opens to the first page.

 

[Silver Moon]

Chapter Two-hundred-thirty-three, “Will the real Job Kane please stand up.”, Monday, June 19th, 4:45 A.M.

Jake notices Jeff Mills enters the front door and speaks to Finnegan at the door as the next hand is dealt. Jake does not pickup his cards and instead says, "These cards are worn. I am not saying someone nicked them, but I believe I can tell what some of the cards are by the marks on them. A new deck is in order." He continues to watch the group getting ready to reveal the dealer as fake.

When they appear to be in place and someone is close enough to take Jake's Colt from the man, Jake Cook gives them one more distraction. He taps the dealer on the arm to get his attention and then points to a spot on his own shirt just below his right shoulder. In the most ordinary and matter of fact tone says to the man, "Boris, you have something on your shirt right there." The dealer looks down, not catching Jake's slip of the tongue, although Adair's eyes go wide and he turns to stare back at the staircase that the Lucky cousins had gone up.

Van Horne walks over to the table, coming up to the table between the dealer's chair on Commodore Duvall's chair, thus on the side that the dealer is wearing the gun on. He hands the dealer a fresh deck of cards. The dealer breaks the seal on the pack and shuffling. He deals out the cards. While he is doing this Jake notes that Jeff Mills hands Thom the key to the front door and Jeff then advances into the center of the room, over to a point ten feet behind the space between where Maverick and Adair are seated.

Deputy Eduardo Rodriguez and Father Valdez both get up from their barstools and walk out to the side door, heading outside presumably to the outhouse while chatting causally in Spanish. Sydney Sue remains at the bar with her drink. Across the room, Boston Harker moves to a point over beside the door to the kitchen. The cards are dealt for the hand. Each player takes two or three cards and none raise the ante. While this is going on Jonathan Harker heads towards the center of the room to a spot ten feet behind the space between where Maverick and Hawkes are seated.

The dealer asks what people want for final cards. Hawkes takes four, Duvall and Cook each take two, Adair takes one and Maverick holds with what he has. Adair raises by $ 200 causing Duvall, Cook and Hawkes to both fold. Maverick calls the $ 200 and raises it $ 500. While this is going on the Deputy Sheriff and the Priest return from the side door. Instead of heading directly back to the bar they start to head across the room towards the table in the center, presumably to watch the game. Michael George moves out from behind the bar over to that door, all three exits now covered by security.

Adair slides $ 500 into the center to call Maverick's bet and then raises him another $ 1000. While Maverick contemplates calling the bet Cornelius Van Horne speaks saying, "Don't bother Mr. Maverick, I am not allowing this hand to count." Maverick looks up and says "Excuse me sir?" Van Horne says, "Mr. Maverick, I would have thought that you would have learned from the example of the previous competitors in this tournament that shenanigans will not be tolerated." Upon hearing that word Finnegan leaves his spot over near the staircase and begins to make his way over to the table.

Van Horne shifts his gaze slightly and says, "Mills, Harker, draw your revolvers and keep them on Maverick. Don't get close enough for him to grab your weapon." His gaze shifts back to Maverick and he says, "Now put down those cards and very slowly stand and remove your jacket." Maverick does as instructed, carefully removing his jacket and placing it on the back of his chair. He holds up his arms and says, "See, nothing hidden." Van Horne then says, "Father Valdez, your services please." The priest begins to wave his hands and stating various words, mixing between Spanish and Latin.

Jake has now seen enough clerical spellcasting to realize that Valdez should be holding his holy symbol, which he isn't, and that incantations are typically in one language rather than a mix of both. Jake also notices that while all eyes are on either Valdez or Maverick across the room the female halfling at the bar is wiggling her figures and muttering something softly. Van Horne inches a little closer to the dealer now as well.

A loud ripping sound follows, given that Boris Trodinov is fourteen inches taller than Job Kane and 120 pounds heavier, with Kane's clothing ripping to sheds as the dealer's body transforms back. The gun belt that had been hanging loose now tightly constricts around the man as Van Horne reaches over to relieve the man of his weapon. In the process of the clothing expanding Hawkes is hit in the eye from a button that pops off from the dealer's vest.

The sound of the tearing clothes causes everybody's gaze to shift to the dealer, as both Jonathan Harker and Jeff Mills shift their aim away from Marverick and towards the giant now in their midst, them having each stood far enough back to now have clear shots at him without the other players being in the way. Van Horne tosses the Peacemaker behind the dealer's back and towards Jake Cook on the other side, who manages to catch it although the trigger is depressed in the process. A 'click' sound indicates that there was no round in the chamber although the weapon's weight confirms to Jake that most of the other chambers do have rounds in them.

Trodonov grabs the table with both hands and with his exceptional strength flings it up and outward, making the table into a temporary flying shield between himself and two security men with guns out while simultaneously showering them and Maverick with piles of metal chips, drink glasses and cards. Adair manages to react fast enough to slide his chair back to keep from being hit from a leg on the upended table but Hawkes is slower and gets struck on the side of his head by the other table leg and is knocked off his chair, Finnegan catching him in midair before he falls onto the floor.

Jake hollers to the large man, "Hold there Boris, lets talk. Adair set you up to talk the fall for him if his scam went sour. Surrender and you have a chance. There are too many guns in the room for you to come out alive. Fight and he gets off free. If you surrender you can make him pay for the trouble he put you in." While he is speaking, Jake rotates the cylinder on his Colt and cocks the hammer but does not point it at the large Slavic man. He also attempts to keep an eye on Adair who is off to the side of him. Hearing what Jake said Adair yells out "Me? I never met this guy, Cook seems to know him! He even called him Boris when he still looked like Kane."

As Jake is yelling Maverick makes a dive to the floor and beneath another table as Jonathan Harker and Jeff Mills throw up their arms as a reflex action to deflect the flying debris coming at them. Finnegan is busy moving Hawkes out of the line of fine. Thom, Michael George and Boston Harker remain firm at the three exits, anticipating that the large Russian may attempt to flee. Deputy Rodriguez now has a dagger in his hand and orders the man to surrender. Father Valdez attempts to cast a spell to no effect.

Meanwhile, the Russian catches the Deputy by surprise when he grabs Eduardo's knife arm by the wrist, causing him to drop the dagger, and pull the Deputy towards him as he backs towards the wall, thus using the Deputy as a shield. Trodinov then yells out, "Back off or I'll kill him! I won't surrender. That Judge will hang me!" At this point Boston Harker, Jeff Mills, Jonathan Harker and Jake Cook all have revolvers in their hands and Michael George is holding a shotgun, all of them except for Jake aiming at the large Russian man. Nobody fires as silence fills the room.

The standoff ends as a gun rings out, this from the upper staircase. Trodinov is hit on his lower right side from a gun fired by Tony Lucky. He remains standing despite the wound with minimal initial reaction. Jake immediately recalls an incident from a few months back when Tony got into a running gun battle with a jealous husband that Tony is a terrible shot with a gun and it was probably a miracle that the Deputy Marshal didn't get hit instead. Jake yells, "Tony, put that gun down before you kill the deputy." Something is definitely out of place if Tony can make that shot, he thinks. Jake keeps his revolver pointed down and backs towards the stairs. "Nobody has to die today, we can figure something out."

Tony does not fire off another shot but Trodinov uses the distraction to make a move. He backs up further to the wall and then shoves Rodriguez forward so that he is still in line of fire from Jonathan Harker and Jeff Mills as the tall Russian makes a swan dive towards and through a glass window on that wall that looks out onto Allen Street, the wooden slats holding the window panes offering little resistance to the massive man. Tim Finnegan had drawn his revolver and fires a shot as the man sails through the window but does not appear to hit. Boston Harker also takes a shot but misses. Over by the side door Michael George opens the door and starts to rush out onto Allen Street while still holding the shotgun.

"Mierde." Jake follows George out the door onto Allen street, not to shoot at the big Russian but to make sure that George does not get himself killed. Despite a few cuts the large Russian manages to get quickly to his feet and draws a hidden derringer from his belt. but makes the mistake of heading north on Allen rather than south just as Michael George steps out the side door fifteen feet in front of him. Both men raise their weapons simultaneously and point at each other. Both fire and both hit, Trodonov's shot nicking the side of Michael George's ear. Michael George's shotgun blast is more accurate. Jake exits the doorway just in time to see the giant
Russian's head disintegrate from the blast and the body slump to the ground.

"So much for reminiscing about old times," Jake says and shrugs. "That was close Michael, do be careful in the future. Your woman would certainly hold it against me if you got shot on the job." He carefully releases the hammer on his Colt and moves the cylinder so it is over an empty chamber again. He pats Michael on the should once and enters the Lucky Lady. At this point the first light of dawn is coming over the horizon. Thom is sent outside with a blanket to cover over the body and Boston Harker heads off to find Dick Lester to come collect it. Deputy Rodriguez thanks everybody for helping to save his life and says that he will explain things to the Marshal and Judge, and that he doesn't expect charges to be filed against Mr. George."

Father Valdez casts Cure Light Wounds spells on both Michael George and Brady Hawkes. Jake says out loud to the group, "Where is the real Job Kane? Is he unharmed?" Jonathan Harker says, "He's alive but very badly hurt, they tried to kill him when we broke into the barn, one of them stuck a knife into his chest. Deputy Rodriguez's skill with knife throwing was faster though, otherwise the attack would have been fatal for Mr. Kane." Valdez says, "I was able to cast a spell to keep help him. He's over at Doctor Eaton's right now being operated on. He'll live."

Jake fixes Evan Adair a cold dark stare. Without turning to look at the others he says, "Deputy, is there enough evidence to charge someone for organizing Kane's kidnapping and replacement? Eduardo replies, "No Mr. Cook, all three of the people who were involved with that are now dead." Adair says, "Congratulations Cook, it looks like you managed to get away from your crimes yet again."

Jake states, "Spare me from your insolent prattle. Everyone knows that only you would have arranged to substitute someone for Job Kane. Just too blasted convenient for anyone to believe otherwise. Well now the man who signed the away Job's share is proven to be false, so that scam is over. You no longer have your own dealer provide you with winning cards, now you have to measure up to these fine card players on your own. You may have been fortunate that most of those who could provide evidence against you are dead and so the law is not dragging you off to Isby. I feel a wind of change Adair, and you should be worried about a good many things. Do not feel like you need to respond, every time you open your mouth you reduce the value of the contribution to this world made by the human race and I think the world has lost enough value today."

Adair says, "Nice speech Cook, too bad for you it has little basis in fact. I'll have you know that the man who sold me Job Kane's share of the Lucky Lady wasn't that disguised man who you were on a first-name basis with, but Job Kane himself. The paperwork was done weeks ago, the day that he arrived with his lady friend in fact, it just didn't become finalized until this weekend when the monetary transfer took place. And you don't have to just take my word on it, that Halfling reporter was present as a witness.

Maybe having that awful non-human present was a mistake, somebody obviously leaked the information, I'm guessing it was him. Otherwise how did that friend of yours find out? He must have been waiting until the bank opens this morning to clean out Job's account. As to my winning earlier with him, every one of us knows that is how a 'hustle' is done, letting the intended victim win a few to build up his confidence and increase his bets before reeling him in for the kill. He just got exposed before your chance to spring your trap."

Jake turns and asks, “Van Horne, what about the game?" Van Horne turns to Father Valdez and says, "Is Mr. Hawkes physically alright?" The priest replies, "Yes sir, his injuries were minor and are all healed now." Van Horne replies, "Well, then it's now 5:30. This room is a mess but I suppose that we could use one of the upstairs rooms and play for another hour. I can deal. We'll need to use regular chips but I think we can find some rather quickly while these get cleaned up."

Looking at the chips scattered everywhere Thom exclaims "But who had what?" Hawkes mutters, "Don't look at me, I've always felt that you should never count your money while you're sitting at the table." Van Horne turns to the Hostess and says, "Miss Peacock, what it the current running total?" She recites from memory "In descending order, Mr. Cook now has $ 17,100, Mr. Maverick has $ 16,600, Mr. Adair has $ 14,400, Mr. Hawkes has $ 13,300 and Mr. Duvall has $ 900." After Miss Peacock recites the totals, Jake says, "Let us finish what we started gentlemen."

Peacock leads them upstairs to one of the larger rooms. It is far more intimate with only the five players, the dealer, the Hostess and with Jonathan Harker and Boston Harker in the room for security. The door is shut with Timothy Finnegan on guard outside. Van Horne passes out chips and breaks out a new deck of cards as he starts to deal. Jake is ready to play cards. No special tricks, no complicated plans in his mind just good old fashioned poker. He focuses on those around him, their mannerisms and tells, the count of the cards, the odds and his own intuition. He thinks to himself, “Hermes, I will beat this man. It is time he gets what he has earned.”

Van Horne passes out chips and breaks out a new deck of cards as he starts to deal. The first hand is dealt and cards distributed twice. It ends with Jake holding a full house. Maverick raises the pot by $ 300. Hawkes, Adair and Duvall all fold. Jake calls. Maverick has a quartet of threes, winning the pot. Jake has poor cards for the next hand and folds as do Hawkes and Maverick. Duvall calls and raises $ 700, his entire remaining pile. Adair calls the $ 700 and raises another $ 200, laughing "I guess that eliminates you sir."

Maverick says "That isn't very sporting of you sir" as he tosses in two of his own $ 100 coins and says, "Duvall calls, let's let the cards decide." Duvall actually wins the hand with a full house. Adair angrily says to Maverick "That would have eliminated him you fool!" Maverick says, "I have no love for the Commodore but I do admire good sportsmanship." Duvall slides the two coins back saying "Thank you for the loan." The next hand has Duvall and Cook both folding with Hawkes and Adair both calling Maverick's $ 300 raise after the first cards are given out but folding at the final one when he raises another $ 600. Jake suspects Maverick was bluffing.

The fourth hand has Hawkes and Duvall folding again with the other three each tossing in a second coin. Adair wins. The fifth hand has Cook, Maverick and Duvall folding with Hawkes and Adair each going up another $ 200 and Adair winning. The sixth hand entices Cook, Maverick and Adair to all stay in, with Jake holding four nines. Maverick raises the Ante by $ 200 over the initial $ 100. Adair calls that bet. They turn to Jake to see what he will do. Jake looks down at the nine chips in the pot, and then pushes five of his own in. "See your two and raise three."

Adair and Maverick call the bet. Adair wins with a quartet of Kings. The time on the clock in the room now reads 6:00 AM. Van Horne says, "We will play for another forty-five minutes, which will probably mean another six to ten hands based upon the current pace." Jake nods and continues with his play. Maverick and Hawkes both fold for the next hand with Jake, Adair and Duvall continuing. Adair prompts Duvall to call another $ 300 which Duvall not only does but raises another $ 300. Jake calls and wins, leaving Duvall down to his final $ 1000.

The eighth hand of this session comes down to Maverick and Adair each increasing the ante by $ 300 with Adair winning. The ninth hand has Hawkes actually winning but no great gain as the ante was not increased. The tenth hand is another one that stays at the ante with Adair winning.
The eleventh hand of the night proves exciting for most. Maverick and Hawkes both fold but Cook and Duvall both continue to call and raise with Duvall betting his remaining money. Adair wins, eliminating Duvall from the tournament.

The final hand of the session also proves exciting. Hawkes takes four cards and then another four and folds but the others all appear to be in for the long haul each only taking one card each time. Jake has a straight flush seven to jack in his hand when it is his turn to raise the bet from the ante that the pot is still at. Jake bobbles five chips in his hand, moves to drop them in the pot but withholds two at the last moment, raising three.

Maverick calls and raises two. Adair calls and then Jake calls. Maverick reveals his hand as four sixes and an ace. Adair then puts down a royal flush, winning the hand. The session finishes with Adair leading at $ 19,300 , followed by Maverick at $ 15,800, Cook at $ 15,500 and Hawkes at $ 12,100. Van Horne says that they will resume downstairs exactly one hour after Judge Isby adjourns court for the day and that the minimum ante when they resume will be $ 200. Jake collects his belongings and heads home to bed.

 

[Silver Moon]

Chapter Two-hundred-thirty-four, “Photographs and Memories“, Sunday, June 18th, 7:45 P.M.

George Eastman sits down on the couch with the first photo album. After Ruby sits beside him he opens to the first page, showing he port of Santo Domingo. He continues to show her photographs of the city scenes. Most homes appear to be just two-or-three room single-story shacks with thatched roofs. Ruby is surprised to see that the people in the photographs appear to all be half-elves, similar to some that she saw in Arizona but with darker skin. Ruby runs her fingers over some of the pictures. "The city does look poor. Even though the west is still being built, it's not like this, with the small huts and stuff," she comments. "And I didn't realize there were so many half elves."

He replies, "The native Dominicans were all wood elves, like the Mexicans. One of the things that Columbus and the Spaniards who followed him brought to the land were their European diseases which the Elvan shaman were unable to protect against. Eventually all of the elves died of the foreign diseases, the only survivors being the hybrid offspring from unions between the natives and the Spaniards, as they had the natural immunities inherited from their human parentage. So all of the natives are now of part-elvan and part-human heritage, with some Ogrish now mixed in as well from the time of the Haitian occupation."

"That's sad too, a whole race lost like that." Ruby looks at George, "You're very smart to know all this stuff, you know. I don't know anything important like this." He says, "That's hardly true Ruby, from what you've said you had done more than your share to help tame the west and protect the people there." She says, "I guess in some ways... I hadn't really thought of it like that. Most of that stuff, well, wasn't really by choice. I mean, I'd like to say I was a hero and all but it was more being in the wrong place at the wrong time. I'd like to think that over time I've become less selfish but really when it comes down to it, it's about the people I love and care about... and me. And up until recently there wasn't too many people on that I care about list."

Ruby is quiet for a moment before she laughs. "I guess I should have just agreed with you, huh?" He replies, "Ruby, most people who become heroes are folks who just happened to be at a particular place at a particular time, not something preplanned. And as for just agreeing with me, I'm certain there are thousands of women who have been brought up to never question the man they are with, I'm not one of those people."

He continues to show her more photographs, the next series of which are taken outside of the city of natives harvesting bananas and coconuts. He then has a dozen photographs large stone buildings within the city itself which he explains is the University of Santo Domingo, the oldest human university in the western hemisphere, established by the Spanish in 1538. She asks, "Do you regret not getting to go to University? I know when we were younger you were looking forward to it."

He replies, "No, I have made myself self-educated, using various books and other resources to give myself the equivalent of a college degree and for specialized skills such as engineering I have hired experts to tutor me." Ruby leans her head back against the couch. "You should be very proud of yourself, making all this," she waves her hand around the room, "And everything else you've done, come true. You're so... smart. And determined. I admire that." He says, "Thank you my dear, that means a lot coming from you."

They complete the first photo album and he gets the second. It has pictures of several fishing boats and then some seascapes. He explains, "I managed to convince some fishermen friends to take me and my camera out with them fishing for a couple of weeks. I managed to get between three and eight pictures each trip. I tried to capture the everyday life of a fisherman as well as getting pictures of the land and other boats from the sea."

Ruby wraps her arm through George's and snuggles closer to him. "You know, you could probably copy these somehow, frame them and sell them. They're beautiful and I bet people with seaside homes could decorate their homes with them. You have a lot of talent," Ruby says looking up at him with admiration. "Thank you. You are full of compliments tonight." She shrugs. "Probably because I'm in a very good mood and feel truly happier than I have in a long time," is her reply.

He finishes with the fishing pictures and goes on to a series of photographs of a fancy stone building. He states "This is the Governor's Palace. It was first built by the Spanish to house the Spaniard who ruled the island. The Island's ruler has resided there since." He shows her a photograph of a older man standing in front of the building, with some half-elvan features but appears to be mostly human. "This is their current ruler, Francisco del Rosario Sanchez. He and his friend Ramon Mella led the revolt against the Haitians thirty-eight years ago. The two of them have alternated leadership roles since that time."

She asks, "Did you get to meet the rulers or just taker their pictures? I mean, do they know who you are?" He says, "Of course I met them, I was in the country with their permission. They saw it as an opportunity to promote their land. " They flip through the remainder of the album. which has a series of smaller buildings and several beaches that look different from those of the city of Santo Domingo. He says, "These were taken from San Pedro de Marcoris and La Romana, two coastal cities forty and fifty miles east of Santo Domingo." When they finish with the album he sets it aside. He starts to reach for the third and final album but then hesitates. He turns back to Ruby and says, "You are probably bored with looking at pictures by this point."

She smiles and nods her head no. "I like seeing the things you've done." She pauses. "And besides, even if I was, I like listening to your voice. And, well," she blushes, "Sitting near you." She continues quickly, "So if you want to go on, please." "Err...well...um....I suppose he says." He somewhat reluctantly brings the next album over. The first few pages show what appears to be a smaller village of poorer half-elves. He doesn't spend much time describing the pictures this time and they begin to go through them rather quickly. When they are around half-way through the book Ruby begins to note one particular half-elvan woman of the human equivalent of late teens keeps appearing in most of them.

Ruby points to the girl. "Who's that?" she asks bluntly. George stutters slightly and says, "Her name was Sophia...she...she was one of the people who helped to show me around Santo Domingo." Ruby runs a finger across of of her photographs. "She's beautiful." She is a little unsure if she really wants to know who this girl was, with George acting so strange. "What else did she do, besides show you around? It looks like you spent a lot of time together and you're acting all funny talking about her." George says, "We did spend a lot of time together. She....during the last five years since you left...well, she's the only one I've had any type of serious relationship with. I....I thought I was in love with her. I now know that I was not, but at the time I mistakenly believed that to be true."

"You loved her?" Ruby suddenly felt nauseous, her stomach sick with jealousy. "What happened? I mean, why aren't you with her now?" He replies, "Her father did not approve of the union. He told me to leave so I did. That's how I now know it wasn't true love. I am certain that if it were the real thing absolutely nothing would have kept me from her." Ruby sits next to George, speechless. He just admitted he was in love with someone else and only wasn't with her because of her father. Ruby couldn't comprehend the excuse, someone's father didn't make love go away. Her stomach was still churning and her heart was pounding in her chest.

She moves away from him on the couch and says quietly, "I think I'm done looking at pictures for the night... It's late... should probably get to bed." He takes her hand and says, "Ruby, I would not go back to Santo Domingo for her ever, that is in the past. It wasn't meant to be. I...my feelings towards you....what I felt towards Sophia pales by comparison. I don't know if we are meant to be together going forward but...I truly do love you."

The nauseous sick feeling quickly changes to the nauseous butterfly feeling. She felt like she was getting tugged between her own emotions, spiraling out of control. She looks him in the eyes, "I...I...George, I...," Ruby tries to say the words back to George but isn't ready and can't force them out. Instead, she does what she knows how to do best to show how she feels. She puts her hands on his face and kisses him, warm and soft on the lips. He returns the embrace and kiss.

After a few minutes Ruby pulls away, but only slightly. She looks him in the eyes and says softly, "I'm totally jealous you loved someone else George." He chuckles and says, "You're one to talk! You were with me and stood up on a table at the El Parador and declared your undying love for another man!" Ruby's cheeks turn dark crimson. "I believed it at the time, I believed he loved me too. I guess it was foolish. If this is how I made you feel, I'm sorry. It's a terrible feeling."

A small smile comes to her lips. "How about we forget all that and concentrate on... right... now. Not yesterday and not tomorrow. Just right now." "A wonderful suggestion," he replies. He embraces her again and pulls her close for another long passionate kiss. Ruby gently but persistently pushes George back onto the couch, so she is lying on top of him as they kiss. Between kisses she says breathlessly, "I hope this is okay George..." "Of course," he states and his hands begin to wander

Ruby enjoys his wandering hands and wandering kisses and it doesn't take long before thoughts are pushed away and instincts take over. With some difficulty she pulls his suspenders off his shoulders and then unbuttons his shirt. The excitement of being with someone new... coupled with her feelings for George and her certainty of how he feels for her was making this a new experience, a new level of exhilaration and intimacy. She was sure and yet unsure at the same time. Ruby wiggles his shirt to remove it, then sits up suddenly, turning her back to George. "Help me please," she says, still breathless, biting her lip in anticipation of George's hands on her, helping with the intimate act of disrobing.

He stands but instead of reaching out towards Ruby he heads towards the door to the room. He then shuts the door and then turns off two of the three lights illuminating the room before returning to her and helping her off with her dress. Once she's standing in her underclothes she turns back to George and pulls his undershirt off over his head. She admires him, runs her hands over his strong arms and smooth chest, down to his waist. "I should warn you," she teases between kisses, "Once you've bedded me you'll never be satisfied by another woman."

"Let's take this one step at a time," he whispers back, then adds, "And I would never want another woman." "Well then," she says slyly, "You tell me, what's the next step?" "Whatever you wish my dear," he states as he lowers the two of them back down onto the couch and leans his head in for another passionate kiss. They take their slow time kissing and learning what they feel like, and what makes them crazy. George quickly figures out Ruby's soft spot is her neck as she melts whenever he kisses her there and he frequently returns to the spot to hear her moan in pleasure. Both half naked, unknown amounts of time go by as they just enjoy each other.

Finally Ruby gently pulls George's head away from her, tugging on his hair. With kiss swollen lips she looks him in the eyes and whispers, "Tell me you love me again George, tell me you'd get the stars for me if I asked. Tell me you've never really wanted anyone but me." Her eyes can't hide her vulnerability at this moment, she isn't asking because she is teasing him or trying to be sexy, she's asking him because she needs it to be true, she wants it to be true and she can't hide it from him. He replies, "Ruby, I love you and would do anything for you. I know that I've never wanted anybody like I want you....because...well, I've never been with a woman like this before.”

Ruby, momentarily shocked, says nothing at first. Finally she says, "What do you mean, you've never been with woman before like this? You mean, on the couch?" He replies, "No I mean...well...I've, well, I've spent time before in the company of women, kissing and the like. Down in Santo Domingo Sophia and I became very close, swimming naked together and exploring each other's bodies to some degree, but I could not bring myself to rob her of her virtue. So I have never fully engaged in the practice of sexual intercourse. I've had opportunities before but never with the right person so I passed. When you asked me just now to tell you that I've never really wanted anybody but you. Well, no truer words have ever been spoken."

Ruby closes her eyes for a moment. She could be truthful and maybe ruin the whole moment, their whole relationship, or she could just keep her mouth shut and go along with what was going on. She opens her eyes and smiles softly at George, trying to break the news gently. "You know that I have done all this before, right? I just wouldn't want you to go through with it and have regrets later." He embraces her again and states, "I have no regrets whatsoever." She kisses him passionately but before she goes too far she stops. "Well, your first time should be a little more special than the couch. Maybe we should go upstairs?"

He takes her by the hands and leads her back to the door, unlocking it, and escorts her up to his room. She stops outside his door. "Why don't you get some candles and I'll be right in." She kisses him hard on the lips before she hurries off to her room. Suddenly glad she chose lingerie instead of jewelry Ruby quickly throws off her underclothes and puts on the see through pink gown and matching robe. She pulls her hair down from it's up position, shaking it out so it's fluffy. A little dab of perfume and she headed back to his room.

She looks both ways before leaving her room, then knocks on George's door before entering. He opens the door, having taken a few minutes to attire himself in a silk robe. A single candle illuminates the room. "Oh my, you look so beautiful" he exclaims. "And you," she says, taking a few steps towards him until she is breathing on him, "Are so handsome and charming and gentlemanly. And you are totally stealing my heart George Eastman." She kisses him softly, guiding him towards the bed as she does. She gently pushes him back onto the bed where she continues to kiss him.

After some time goes by Ruby pulls herself off George and stands next to the bed. She starts undoing her robe but pauses in motion and looks up at him. "Are you ready George?" He reaches his hand over and helps her off with the robe. She waits a moment but decides the gown is so flimsy she might as well remove that too. Making sure to be tantalizing, even though she knows she doesn't need to, she pulls the gown off over her head and drops it to the floor, leaving herself naked before him.

She again waits a moment, giving him time to enjoy looking at her before she climbs onto his lap. She wraps her arms around his neck and pulls herself close to him, her enjoying sharing the same air, feeling the warmth of him envelope her. "I'm so lucky to have a friend like you, I really am." She gazes into his brown eyes, "I...I..." She stops herself from stammering. She whispers, "Make love to me George." He unbelts and drops him robe, also revealing nothing beneath. He lowers her onto the bed and they spend the next three hours in reckless abandon.

Ruby curls up into George, wrapping her arms and legs around him. Still breathing heavy, her heart pounding and sweaty, she reaches up and wipes off George's forehead. The wide smile though won't come off her face. "That was... surprising." He replies softly, "Don't be surprised, I have waited my whole life for you. And when I put my mind to something I give it all of the energy that I can muster. I love you Constance Grace West...Ruby...with all of my heart."

"I love you too George." The words come out before she even realizes what she is saying. She pauses, expecting to feel regret or even scared, but those feelings don't come. She smiles widely, picks herself up on her elbow so she can look at George and repeats, "I do, I love you too. Something is just... right." Her heart pounds, the butterflies return but it's all good. "I love you too," he replies. He snuggles closer if that is at all possible and gives her a deep hug. Before she can respond again she hears a light snoring sound and realizes that he has fallen asleep. She kisses his forehead and falls into the most comfortable, restful and peaceful sleep she's had in a very long time.