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

Chapter Sixty-one, “Shaw’s Dinner”, Wednesday, May 31st, 1882, 6:00 P.M.

As the time approached Kate went over to the Lucky Lady. Emery Shaw arrives at the Lucky Lady promptly at 6:00 P.M. accompanied by Forrest Morand and his son Tempel Morand....The three ranchers are joined for the meal by Jake Cook, Minerva Florencia, Katherine Kale, Chester Martin and Jeff Mills. "It was very kind of you to invite us, Mr. Shaw," Kate said pleasantly as she sat. "Although I'm curious as to the occasion."

He replies, “The Morands and I wanted to chat with the group of you in advance of tonight's Cattleman's Association meeting.” Forest Morand says, “But let's start with the fine meal that has been set out for us.” Kate had been mistress of her own house for so long that she automatically took the role of hostess for the dinner, making sure everyone was comfortable and had what they needed. “Of course. It would be a shame to be distracted from Maria's fine cooking.

Kate says, “It was quite an interesting meeting this morning, wasn't it? I probably shouldn't have spoken, but I didn't want Doctor Eaton to have the last word. He didn't speak a word he didn't believe but that statement was calculated to come when no one could refute it.” The elder Morand comments, “Well, the meeting was certainly interesting enough. It sure didn't go the way the Vigilance Committee had planned, which creates some interesting opportunities for our Cattleman's Association. I think the groups should still work together, but this gives us an opportunity for a much larger role in the process.”

Temple interjects, “Yeah, including running a few candidates of our own instead of just backing their list.” He tilts his head and gestures in the direction of Emery Shaw when he says that. “I think it would be a fine idea to have a Cattleman's candidate.” Jake says between bites. “I do not understand why you would only back the Vigilance committee candidates, there are many other fine citizens in Promise City that would make good candidates.”

Forest Morand says, “Strength in numbers, better to link with them and get enough votes for a block then dividing the vote of the good citizens of the town and have the Cowboy Gang swept into office. We ranchers have been around here a long time, but we don't live in town and aren't nearly as well known as the Vigilance Committee members who the people in town interact with every day.”

Jake replies, “That interaction is a double-edged sword. My interactions with that committee have all been unpleasant and with all races having the vote it's going to much harder for them to win anything. But they do have a base of support and those people can swing this election one way or another. A mixed ticket of Vigilance approved candidates and moderates could win.”

Jake glances around the room from his friends to Shaw and the two Morands before saying, “If I may be so blunt, I certainly support a unified front to make sure Hamilton Fisk and the his cronies to not bring the Cowboy Gang to power. I know that the Vigilance Committee may not think very much of me, or many others in town that do not have the proper high and mighty morals but they are fools if they decide to be unbending in their view and allow Fisk to have his way.”

Chester speaks up, “If you need a candidate for Marshall, I'm your man. Marshall Berg isn't running and I don't want Hunter in there. I need running mates, so it's a good fit.” Emery Shaw laughs in response to Chester and says, “Actually, Marshall was the job I was office I was thinking of running for myself.”

Forest Morand interjects, “And I say you should run for Mayor. You've been around here longer than any other human, why shouldn't you be in charge?” Shaw replies, “Well, if seniority is the criteria then you should have Manny Escobar run for Mayor.” Morand replies, “Well, after this morning I'd say he's earned it, and I for one would vote for him if he ran. But Manny's also been working for me for the last fifteen years, I know him well enough to know that he also wouldn't want the job.”

He turns back towards Morand and says, “And you're right about Manny Escobar. I got to know him pretty well twenty years back when Cochise was on the warpath against all non-Apache. He moved his family onto the protection of my ranch for almost a two year span. He'd never take the mayor job, but I think he'd make a damned good Councilman.”

Tempel Morand says, “And as far as Marshall is concerned, the King's want their son Ashley to be on the Law and Order ticket for that job.” His father Forest says, “And I say that's a mistake. Still way too many rumors running around about his wife's suicide. Doesn't matter if those rumors are true or not, Fisk will be spreading them, and it'll make people think twice about electing young Ashley as the lawman for the next two years.”

Shaw turns to Chester and says, “The problem with running you as Marshall on the Law and Order ticket is that Frank Condon will never go for it. I'm not sure exactly why, but he finds you to be inappropriate to wear a badge.” Katherine stiffened up for a moment. She'd never really understood what charges the Earps had held Jake and Chester on, but she knew why. She met first She met first Chester's eyes, then Jake's and nodded her permission to tell the whole story.

Katherine stiffened up for a moment. She'd never really understood what charges the Earps had held Jake and Chester on, but she knew why. She met first Chester's eyes, then Jake's and nodded her permission to tell the whole story. Chester interjects, ”Mr. Shaw, I know why the Condon's feel that way. A few months ago, Jake and I were guards for their bank. Their handyman, Danby Jones thought we were there to help him rob the place. I told the Condons about it and I figured that was the end of it. A few weeks later, Jones tells me he's going ahead with his plan. I decide to wait until the end of the day to tell the Condon's again. That was the day Deadeye Douglas and his gang robbed the bank.

“Jones fingered me and Jake as inside men and Marshall Earp threw us in the hoosegow. The case didn't go to trial, because the Condon's didn't want this to go public. Judge Isby convinced Jones to leave town and let us go free. This can't leave the room. The judge doesn't want to see this in the paper or hear about it around town. No offense, Mr. Shaw, but I reckon that I've done a good job as Deputy. Marshall Berg would support me. I agree with Mr. Morand, you'd do better to run for mayor.”

She says, “There are few people I would trust as Mayor and you would be one of them, Mr. Shaw. Either of the King men running for anything would just be a puppet for Rebecca King. It will be difficult to convince the committee not to run either of them, but they are polarizing figures. We could make the argument that their names on the ticket would endanger it.” Shaw says, “Not so much a we but a me, nothing personal Mrs. Kale but you're not very high on the King's list of people to listen too. That's why we're meeting here now in advance of the Cattleman's meeting.” Kate adds, “Not being a favorite of the Kings is something I take as a compliment.”

“You have done a good job, Chester, and no one is saying you can't or shouldn't run. But getting you on the ticket backed by the Vigilance Committee would be very difficult with Frank Condon's antagonism.”

“Emery, you are a might too busy running your ranch to be a full time Marshall. I would be disappointed if you did not at the least run for council. How about Derek Avery in council? Maybe even Frank Condon too, though there is bad blood between us based on what I saw today there is hope for him. Somebody with influence might suggest that they would support him in that role if he supported Chet here for Marshall. Neil Cassidy would make a fine councilman too.” Jake strokes his beard a bit and looks to Emory Shaw, “What about Mitch Berg for Mayor?”

Shaw replies, “Those are all good suggestions. As for my time, well, my son Humphrey is old enough to take over running the ranch. If I'm elected to an office then I'll probably move to town and maybe bring one of my daughter's with me.” Tempel Morand says, “I like the idea of Berg for mayor but the Vigilance Committee would never go for it. They see his actions last Saturday as being detrimental to the long-term stability of the town. And according to the rumors around town their goal right now is the same as it was this morning, to kick Avery off of the Committee and replace him with Ashley King. No way they'd back him for any position.”

Kate says, “Much as I'd like to see Mr. Berg as Mayor, I think he's a bigger asset as attorney Berg. And frankly it's what he wants. After Saturday he could use some time as just a plain citizen again. Is it possible for them to get Mr. Avery off the Committee? He hasn't committed any crime against them except disagreeing.”

Jake asks, “Do you really need the Vigilance Committee backing or just enough representation of that side of the fence to bring the voters along. They have already lost one of their main issues, do they dare risk losing them all? Seems like Avery and Condon might be the best they can hope for given what just happened to them.” He chuckles, “I do not think he will print it but I suggested to Chumbley that Eaton actually voted with the other three when he said yes. That would leave Watkins in the minority on the issue. Seems to me we ought to be able to change opinions on what happened that night and how folks see Berg's actions.”

Kate asks, Is it possible for them to get Mr. Avery off the Committee. He hasn't committed any crime against them except disagreeing.” Forest Morand replies, “Oh, they can, they just have to go through the formal disciplinary procedures, which will take at least a week.” The meal is concluded. Each of the three members of the Cattleman's Association ask Jake to pass on their compliments to Maria.

Jake is silent for a moment. “I suspect you have not told us everything you had in mind when you wanted to get together early.” Shaw says, “That is true, the reason I wanted to speak to all of you concerns that day out on the trail around ten weeks back. Up until now we've all let the Earps take the credit for those Cowboy deaths, but I'm thinking that it's time for the truth to come out, at least as far as my involvement. They did take my cattle so it was within my rights to get them back, and the King's already know about that too. That story would certainly help boost my reputation with the voters.”

Jake says, “I only kept it secret to keep the ladies safe. Seems by now every surviving Cowboy Gang member must know the truth. Knowing the truth about it would help Chet as well. Telling only part of the truth will create more harm than good. If the others are willing, I have no qualms with you telling the story. Personally I just do not care to be seen bragging about it.” Jake laughs again, “If killing loads of Cowboy Gang types makes you qualified for office in this town, then maybe I should be mayor.” No sooner are the words out of his mouth when he holds up his hands saying, “I am only kidding. Nobody gets any ideas for me even running as dog catcher.”

Kate nodded. “It should be safe enough now. There are still Cowboy Gang members around, but the gang itself seems to be in disarray. Enough that I doubt they'd be coming after us.” Chester says, “And anyway, they know what we did to them. We can do it again if needed. If you all feel Condon is powerful enough to keep me from winning, I won't run. It's more important that the Vigilance Committee not win.”

Forest Morand says, “Slow down boys, nobody is saying that you shouldn't run for office Chester, just that Condon won't support you. We actually have no idea what is going on with the Vigilance Committee at the moment, Condon and Watkins sure didn't seem ready to work together again. Anse King should be able to provide some insight at the meeting. One thing I'm sure about thought is that when Bill Watkins decided to take a swing at Manny Escobar that eliminated any chance he might have had of ever being elected mayor.”

Shaw says, “About that day out on the trail, we should probably figure out what we want to say and then sit down with that reporter Angela Young. One thing is certain about that day, those rustlers had a stolen cattle from local ranches as well as a Gattling Gun stolen from the Army at Fort Huachuca. I doubt anybody will question what we did and it won't hurt either of our bids for office Chester.”

Kate says, “Don't forget Chester, you also led the posse that took down Johnny Ringo. That's already known but it wouldn't hurt to circulate it again. We'll probably want to leave out the reason we were out there in the first place. Namely that the Cowboy's had snatched Chester and Nanuet on their way to Tombstone. This wasn't the first time we have helped someone recover stolen cattle. Remember the incident at the caves with that family the Cartwrights? We were with them and Ringo saw us.”

Shaw says, “That works. We'll say that Chester was helping us get the cattle back and being an ex-soldier also recognized their weapon as being of non-civilian issue. I don't see Nanuet here, but we should play up his involvement too given that he's a non-human and we're trying to spread goodwill towards elves.” Chester says, ”That works for me. I was scared when I saw the Gattling gun on the road to Tombstone. Lucky for me and Nanuet, the crew wasn't in a shooting mood. Don't forget me and Nanuet also brought in those Indian rustlers without anyone getting killed. Hunter got the official credit 'cause it happened outside of town. Renner and Flynn know what happened.”

Morand gestures to Jeff and says, “What about Mills? The publicity could help with his organizing the fire company.” Emery Shaw makes an angry face but doesn't say anything. Jeff interjects, “Thanks, but that could also get the Army after me even though I didn't fire a shot that day. Please leave my name out of it. Last week's fire in Tombstone was all the publicity needed to help me get volunteers.” Shaw says, ”OK. Suit yourself. I guess Fire Marshall isn't going to be elected by the public, then. Do you have a fire house for the wagon, yet?”

Jeff says, “There's a municipal storage shed for the fire wagon over on the town lot. It's right next to both the Well's Fargo barn as well as Drover's Livery, and I have permission from the owners of both to borrow draft horse to pull it in the event of a fire.” She says, “So then the town doesn't need to build one or get horses special for the wagon. If we're running together, we need a single platform.”

Minerva speaks up. “I think that Senor Chester would make a fine candidate. I know that he is a good and decent man. Who listens to the will of the gods. I will certainly support his candidacy and I will encourage my congregation to do so also.” Shaw says, “Okay, so tonight I'll propose myself for Mayor, Deputy Martin for Marshall and Manual Escobar for a Councilman position. We'll probably have to go along with whoever the Vigilance Committee wants for the other four Council positions.” Forest Morand says, “Yeah, but let me do the talking, you keep your mouth shut Emery. No point in alienating those other guys who want the Mayor slot.”

Chester replies, “Thanks for the vote of confidence, priestess. It means a lot.” He says to the group, “Now what do we need to do to make this official?” Jake shakes his head. “Senor Escobar alone will not get you the non-human vote. You stack too many Vigilance Committee candidates on the ticket and the town vote could get split three or four ways. You could end up with Mayor Fisk that way. If you can convince the Vigilance Committee to support some more moderate candidates that agree on some of their issues you will be far better off.”

Forest Morand says, “I agree, Watkins shouldn't be on the ticket, Eaton won't bring in many votes either. We're probably stuck with Ashley Shaw and Zeb Cook. Frank Condon would actually be an asset after what happened this morning.” Kate says, “I obviously don't much agree with Zeb Cook, but he and his wife showed good sense and an ability to compromise when it's needed. Mr. Condon would also be an asset. Mr. Rixton spoke to me about possibly running for office. I know he's been very supportive of the school, kind to me, and seems to really care about the town as a whole. I don't like the idea of Ashley King on the ticket but I suppose you can't have everything the way you like it. Those rumors could really drag the ticket down though.”

Shaw says, “Well Mrs. Kale, you could make whatever suggestions you wish at the meeting since you're a member.” Forest Morand says, “Yes, we were actually rather successful at getting most of the ranches to join our group. Definitely strength in numbers.” Kate says, “Speaking of, you'll have to let me know what the dues are and any other obligations come with membership. I'd hate to fall behind.”

Tempel Morand says, “We still have to work out some of those details. We didn't want to go ahead a form an Executive Committee until after all the members were present and could have a voice in deciding those things.” Forest Morand turns to Kate and says, “It should be a good group. We have my Rocking-H Ranch, Shaw’s Lazy-S, the King’s Bar-W, Oldfield’s Circle-R, the Perez Ranch, your friend Flint Greymountain’s ranch named for his friend Pete and lastly your ranch. The only one who we asked that turned us down was Ned Philips who also opted to skip joining the town too.”

Tempel Morand says, “We didn’t ask Nick Thayer’s Thayer ranch, Claude Buckley’s Crazy-8 or Denny Garuin’s Rattlesnake Ranch, as all three of those guys had strong ties with folks associated with the old Cowboy Gang.” Shaw adds, “Plus Thayer and Buckley and their ranch hands were all part of that lynch mob last weekend.”

Kate says, “It should be a very interesting meeting tonight, then. I'm glad you were selective with who you invited. I'm likely to be the only woman and I might not have felt quite safe with the men from that mob there.” Emery Shaw says, “Actually you won't be the only woman. Your partner Sonoma is also planning to attend. And Francesca Perez does more of the running the Perez Ranch than her husband Hosea or his father Ricardo so she will probably be there too.” Kate says, “Good. Sonoma does most of the running of our ranch too. I know horses, not agriculture, cattle or sheep.”

Shaw says, “She wanted to attend, as did Flint. I thought it was important for you all to be there for the first meeting so a couple of my men have gone out to your ranch to keep an eye on things tonight when you're away.” She replies, “You've thought of everything, thank you. We truly do appreciate all the help, today and in the past. I'm looking forward to meeting more of the ranchers.” Forest Morand says, “Mrs. Kale, that is what the Cattleman's Association is all about. We honest ranchers need to stick together and help one another. The miners are here today and will be gone tomorrow but we're going to be around for the long run.”

Chester says, “Good to see a spirit of cooperation here. Maybe it'll spread to the die-hards.” “My husband thought so too,” Kate said quietly. “That once the mines played out it would be the ranches that kept these town alive. What a shame he didn't come here instead of going to Tombstone.” Kate was quiet then, staying in her own thoughts for a short time while the others continued to discuss the elections.

Shaw says, “Well ladies and gentlemen, Forest and I have to be going. We should be over at the Cattleman's building when the new members arrive.” Tempel begins to stand up by this father says, “No rush son, stay and have dessert with these nice people. You can walk Mrs. Kale over to the meeting when you're done.” On their way out the door Shaw tells Jake, “After the meeting I'll be back with whichever members wish to join me. And for that you'd better let me pay.” The two older men depart.

Minerva rises also. “I must be going as well. I told Nakomo that I would pick him up when I was finished here. He is painting the interior of the town hall.” She walks around the table and hugs Chester before she leaves. “You will make a fine Marshall.” Chester says, “Professor Pickering is giving a lecture there at seven. I know you were interested in the eclipse tomorrow. I'm sorry to miss it myself but I know you were interested in tomorrow's event, Miss Florencia. You might like to stay and hear it.”

She replies, “Oh, is that this evening? I found his views quite interesting. I will stay and perhaps I can convince Nakomo to stay as well.” Chester tips his hat to the departing cattlemen. “Good night.” He returns Minerva's hug warmly. He releases her and says, “Sounds like you're keeping Nakomo busy. That's a good way to keep him on the straight and narrow.”

Kate says, “Yes. I would go, but it would be rude to leave during the lecture and I have to be at the meeting. It's an important day tomorrow and I'm glad the Professor is here to make sure everyone understands what is happening. The unexpected can cause panic sometimes. Another drink, Mr. Morand?” Kate asked politely.

Minerva says, “Si, It is an important day tomorrow. I shall be spending it in the desert where I can worship uninterrupted and uninhibited ...” she shrugs her shoulders and smiles graciously. “But there is no reason for the people to fear this eclipse. The gods are pleased with the turnout of yesterdays voting. Nothing bad shall come of it.”

Kate says, “You shook Dr. Eaton rather badly. He still voted against all races voting, but he was shaking something awful and he didn't look at all certain. I hope that's the push he needs to see things in a different light. It won't happen overnight, but we'll see.” Minerva replies, “It was not I that shook up the Doctor. I was only the messenger. It is only a matter of time before his eyes are opened to what is right. Besides,” she says with a grin “he did not say 'no' when it was his turn to vote. The word that came forth from his mouth was 'yes'.”

Kate replies, “Yes, Jake suggested that it could be taken as a yes vote. But considering Bill Watkins was there offering him physical violence I'm not so sure.” Minerva exclaims, “Bill Watkins is but a gnat compared to the wrath of the gods.” She waves her hand as though shooing a fly. “It does not matter. The vote passed. The gods know what was in his heart. It is for them to decide his fate.”

Jake chats amicably with them for a while before going down stairs to manage the saloon and let Job have his game without distraction. “See you around, Jake.” Chester says to Kate, “That might be interesting. I'll get Clarisse and come back. It's not often Luna upstages Helios.”
 

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Chapter Sixty-two, “The Cattleman’s Association Meeting”, Wednesday, May 31st, 1882, 7:00 P.M.

Tempel Morand and Katherine Kale head over to the meeting. Forest Morand is greeting everybody at the door as they enter. She sees Emery Shaw inside chatting with Calvin Oldfield and Anse King. Ashley King is also present but his mother Rebecca is not. Tempel Morand takes Kate around the room and introduces her to an older half-elf who she saw at the morning's meeting as Ricardo Perez and his Elvan daughter-in-law Francesca.

Ricardo shakes her hand and says, “Ah yes, I've heard of you. You did the same thing I did over one-hundred years ago, made friends with the Apache instead of fighting them and then started up a ranch near their lands.” “It's always better to be a good neighbor and make a friend than to make an enemy. I was a bit surprised to learn that they keep a friendly eye on our ranch, but I am grateful. The opportunity came quite by accident, we were investigating a crime and followed the trail of some cattle rustlers onto their land. Lucky for us one of our companions was already known to the Apache. Their friendship has been invaluable.”

Sonoma and Flint arrive. Forest Morand says, “Okay, it looks like we're all here. We might as well get started, there will be time for socializing afterwards. Everybody have a seat.” He heads up to the front of the room and says, “I will act as Chair for today's meeting. We'll then alternate who is meeting Chair in descending order of ranch size. I'm figuring we should meet every three or four days until this election is resolved and then probably once or twice a month after that.

The main purpose of the Sulfur Spring Valley Cattleman's Association is for us to come together as a unified force to impact life here in the valley for the better-meant of horse and cattle ranchers. During the next month that focus will be here in Promise City, but as time goes on I expect us to also have impact on the communities of Dos Cabezas, Tombstone, Galeyville, Willcox and Webb.

In addition to being a political and economic force we will also work together for mutual protection of each other's lands and herds as well as to support one another with farm infrastructure projects including new fencing and barns where they are needed. Some of you have asked about dues. We've come up with a dues structure that should be fair and reasonable to everybody as it is based upon the size of each herd, so that the larger ranchers will carry the brunt of the expenses. Essentially you'll be asked to contribute ten-cents a month for each horse or cow that you have after the first fifty. So for example, if you have one-hundred animals you would toss in a dime for the second fifty for a total of $ 5.00 a month. Each ranch will have one vote on all matters. Are there any questions?”

Sonoma waits to be recognized “this Dues money, what will it be used for? the meeting space but what other things? Are we looking to use the association to improve breeding stock, focus our breeding lines, share information on feeding watering new ideas or is this just going to be a political group? I see the advantages in power by numbers but what kind of power are we looking for and where does the association stop and the individual begin?

Forest Morand says, “This Association will be a democracy not a dictatorship. What the money will go for are whatever projects the majority of us support. We have seven ranches as individual voting members, so if four or more of us wish for something to be done then that is what will be done.

My suggestion is that our efforts for this next month should be in continuing what began this morning, promoting a slate of candidates other than those who organized a lynch mob last Saturday and killed poor Mr. Hoover. Some of you dislike the Vigilance Committee, but I see working with them as our best opportunity to keep the cattle rustlers out of office, otherwise we'll split the vote of the decent folks in town.

I know that they were originally going to put forth their entire Committee as candidates for office but due to the events of this morning I for one no longer see that as a viable ticket. By attempting to strike Manny Escobar I think that Bill Watkins would now be impossible to have voted into any office and I'm not sure what his relationship with Frank Condon will be going forward. But that's just speculation on my part. Anse, your wife works with that group, could you give us an update on where they stand?”

Anse King stands and says, “Things got heated, that's for sure. Rebecca agrees that Watkins should no longer run for Mayor like he planned but they still wants to put him on the ticket for Councilman. They are thinking right now that Frank Condon would be the best candidate for Mayor.” Morand says, “That has possibilities, the way that he walked from the room with Escobar should win him a lot of non-human votes. On the subject of Escobar, I suggest that we should encourage the Vigilance Committee to have him for a councilman position. He's worked for me for fifteen years and you saw earlier today how close he and Condon are.”

King replies, “Watkins and Eaton will both object, but if that is the Cattleman's recommendation they might listen and it might fly. Frank would certainly go for it and having one non-human candidate on the slate would help dispel the perception that the Committee is anti-human. As for other candidates, my son Ashley here wants to be the Town Marshall. He just moved to town and has the enthusiasm for the job.”

Calvin Oldfield speaks up and says, “The problem with that is those unfounded rumors surrounding the death of Ashley's wife.” Ashley stands up red faced and exclaims, “Lies! My dear wife died of sickness, Marshall Hollister investigated and proved that.” Oldfield says, “I said those were unfounded rumors, but Hollister is no longer around to reiterate that and we both know that Fisk will spread those rumors against the ticket.”

Forest Morand says, “But we ranchers should have at least one candidate of our own. Emery Shaw has talked about turning the Lazy-S over to his children and moving to town. I think he's make an excellent Mayor.” King says, “They want Condon.” Morand says, “They also want our financial support and votes, we can at least propose Emery if that is our majority opinion. As for Marshall, I propose that Deputy Marshall Chester Martin be our candidate for that.”

Anse King says, “Condon won't. He thinks Martin is a thief.” Emery Shaw says, “Cow Manure, Martin is an honest man and has done more to rid this county of the Cowboy Gang than anybody save for Wyatt Earp, and Martin has managed to do it within the law. Most people don't know anything about those detail yet, but I believe that Mrs. Kale can better enlighten our group.” Kate swallowed, suddenly struck with a bit of rare stage fright. Still her voice was clear and steady as she spoke.

“Most of you already know that Deputy Martin led the posse that took down Johnny Ringo. I was with that posse and have first hand knowledge of the event. It was the early hours of the day the Sunday of the festival when we all set out. A tracker set by the posse had followed his men out of town Saturday night and we followed the trail.

There were several Cowboys in the caves we tracked them to, and none escaped. What many of you may not know is that by the time he was killed Johnny Ringo had become a priest of Ares, as well as a practitioner of other magics. Deputy Martin was calm and cool under pressure, and despite Ringo's advantages with good tactics and leadership we were able to prevail.

Another incident occurred at a ranch house quite a way from here. After the mistaken reports of Miss West's death, Deputy Martin and our friend Nanuet headed to Tombstone to stop Mr. Chumbley from printing the erroneous story. On the way they found the Cowboy ranch house, and Cowboys who were laying in wait for travelers along the road with a Gattling gun.

The next day we raided the house, and no Cowboy survived to tell the tale. Mr. Shaw met us on the road on the way home and can confirm that it was not the Earps who cleaned out that nest. We allowed the Earps the credit of it since it enhanced the reputation of the lawmen as well as kept our names out of it and hopefully off the Gang's minds. The Shaws and the Kings both recovered cattle that day from the herd we removed from the burning farmstead.”

Emery Shaw interjects “That's all true, except she left out the third battle. Me and my men didn't just meet up with them on the road, we also ran into another group of Cowboys led by Billy Claibourne. They were Hades-bent on revenge for what we did at their farmhouse but we prevailed. My daughter Trisha rode alongside Martin and they were the ones who shot and killed Claibourne.”

Kate says, “That was a long day, but the Cowboys ended it a few men short. There have been numerous other times when Deputy Martin has stood up for our protection. Remember the day he took down Pony Deal? That's the act that earned him the Deputy job in the first place. Since he accepted that job he's taken it very seriously. You couldn't ask for someone more dedicated to the job.”

Forest Morand says, “Alright then, we can propose to the Vigilance Committee Emery Shaw for Mayor, Chester Martin for Marshall and Manuel Escobar for Councilman. We'll also suggest that from among their number they do not have Bill Watkins on the ticket for council. Are there any other suggestions?”

Anse King says, “Look, if you won't recommend my boy Ashley here for Marshall you have to at least support him for Councilman. He's moved to town and will be taking Avery's place on the Committee as soon as they can. If you don't support that my Becky will never go along with the other recommendations.” Emery Shaw interjects, “He has a point. Fisk will still use the rumor mill against the boy but it won't have the same impact as the position of the town's lawman. And that'll serve as a good bridge between the committees.”

Flint Greymountain says, “Okay, so who will that leave on the ticket for the other three Council positions?” Forest says, “By default the other three Committee Members, Frank Condon, Zeb Cook and Doc Eaton.” Flint says, “Eaton? Who will vote for somebody as dour and cantankerous as him?” Ricardo Perez laughs and says, “Eaton must really be at an extreme when a dwarf accuses him of being dour and cantankerous, given how most of them are.” An uncomfortable silence fills the room until Flint laughs and slaps Perez on the back, exclaiming “Yeah, but we dwarves at least know how to drink and celebrate, I doubt Eaton does!”

“Is there anyone the Vigilance Committee would accept beside Doctor Eaton? My concern is this. When the measles were going through last week he refused to treat the non-human children, and that's his right. However, when you leave anyone untreated you leave the door open for further infections. By leaving the non-human children without treatment he risked spreading the disease further to other humans whom he did wish to protect. I worry that he will end up not considering the best interests of the town in trying to stick to his deep-seated beliefs.”

Ashley King stands and says, “How do you know that he wasn't serving the best interest of the town by doing that? Eaton knew that Father Valdez was here and would see to the needs of the Elvan children. Those kids would have been far more comfortable with Valdez, who they knew, than a human doctor with a poor bedside manner who they didn't know. And cooperative patients lead to a much better result. If Eaton had been the ONLY healer in town I have no doubt that he would have treated everyone.”

Kate says, “It's quite possible that you are absolutely right, and I certainly agree the Elvan children were probably more comfortable with Mr. Valdez. But I do not know if you're right. All I can know is what I have observed for myself. I won't make a large issue out of the Doctor being on the ticket, I just don't feel he's going to give it any kind of boost. Overcoming negative first impressions is a difficult thing, and that poor bedside manner Mr. King mentioned has made plenty of them. It just seemed to me there must be someone acceptable with a nature more suited to politics.”

Ashley is about to respond further but is stopped by his father. Anse King turns to Kate and says, “Jim Eaton is a good man and is probably the best surgeon west of the Mississippi River. He learned his trade in the military where being friendly with the patients wasn't the priority, saving lives was. He believes in law and order, and yet last Saturday he was up all night long spending close to nine hours on his feet operating on four of those idiots who refused to listen to the lawmen and he saved them all. Two of those fools should have had limbs amputated due to the damage but Jim spent hour-after-hour using all of his skills to prevent that, to save people whose views and actions he detested.

He also saved the life of the Archbishop from Philadelphia back during the festival. That Mrs. Kale is the man who WILL get the good people in the town to vote for him.” Forest Morand says, “Katherine, we're not recommending that Eaton be on the ticket, that's the Vigilance Committee's decision to make. We're probably already overstepping our boundaries in suggesting that Bill Watkins be off the ticket. We can justify that since Watkins made a jackass out of himself in front of the town, Eaton has not.”

Francesca Perez stands and says, “I disagree. The Priestess publicly declared that Jim Eaton was a blasphemer, voters will remember that.” Emery Shaw says, “Okay everybody, calm down. We need to decide exactly what it is we want to recommend and then vote on that.”

Kate says, “I apologize, I didn't mean to start a ruckus. If we are going to help present a slate of candidates I want it to succeed. I have never heard anything but good about the Doctor's surgical abilities, nor his dedication to the patients he treats. My concern was that he might not be the best candidate; my example was poorly chosen. I do not know the Doctor because he does not wish to know me. I must gather what I know from others. Today I must gather it from the Misters King and trust that their knowledge is greater than mine.

I am comfortable with the recommendations that we've already discussed.” The recommendation it put to a vote and passes. Forest Morand spends another half-hour going over proposed rules for how meetings can be conducted, most along the line of Robert Burn's 'Roberts Rules of Order', although he suggests that they can be less formal given the smaller more intimate group of participants.

The topic of food and beverages comes up. Anse King states that he wishes for the meetings to be 'dry', in that alcoholic beverages will not be served. Emery Shaw says, “Fair enough, I find that business is best conducted by those who are sober. But once the meeting is over I will take whoever in this meeting wishes to join me over to the Lucky Lady where I will buy the first two rounds of drinks.” With that the business is quickly concluded. Ashley and Anse King decline to take Shaw up on his offer but the others assembled decide that drinks are in order.

Meanwhile, Minerva strolls over to the town hall and finds Nakomo covered in paint and hard at work. She waits for him to finish and the two go home and Nakomo prepares the evening meal. Once the meal is finished Nakomo insists on cleaning up and they return to the town hall for the professor's lecture.

The Town Hall has around sixty people in it already when they arrive. Frederick Seagram goes to the podium and first introduces himself as the father of Katherine Kale who runs the Niles Hoover Memorial School. He then introduces his friend from Harvard.

Professor Pickering takes to the podium and begins “Tomorrow at approximately 11:45 in the morning we will be privileged to see a truly remarkable sight, a Solar Eclipse. A solar eclipse occurs when the Moon passes in front of the Sun and obscures it totally or partially. This configuration can only occur at New Moon, when the Sun and Moon are in conjunction, as seen here from Earth. A total solar eclipse is considered by many to be the most spectacular natural phenomenon that one can observe.”

He continues on, differentiating between a total eclipse, annular eclipse, hybrid eclipse and partial eclipse emphasizing that what they will witness is a total eclipse, the rarest of all these events. He explains that the total eclipse is a result of one of the most remarkable coincidences in nature, the Sun lies about 400 times as far from Earth as does the Moon and the Sun is also about 400 times the diameter of the Moon. As seen from Earth, therefore, the Sun and the Moon appear to be about the same size in the sky. Because the Moon's orbit around Earth is an ellipse rather than a circle, however, at some times during the month the Moon is further away, and at other times it is closer to Earth, than average.

The lecture continues for around a half-hour at which point he then asks for questions. Minerva listens to the lecture and when the Professor asks for questions she politely raises her hand and waits to be recognized. When she is called upon she stands and addresses the Professor.

“Gracias Professor, Your lecture is very informative. It is quite wonderful that the gods have arranged the universe in such an orderly fashion for us is it not?” She smiles. “They have given us the seasons so that we know when to plant and harvest. They move the stars across the heavens to mark time and guide our journey and they have given us the night and the day so that we can order our lives accordingly, working and resting in turn.

But It is indeed a rare gift when day and night are joined together as one and the Goddess of night steps forward and overshadows Apollo’s dazzling demeanor. His vanity does not often allow the gentler gods to take the stage before him dimming the light of his beautiful blond hair.“ She looks around the room and continues to smile gently. “Our crops shall surely flourish when the Goddess Diana is able to survey the hard work of the farmers in the light of His day. When she clearly sees how we honor her with our labors she shall surely bless us all with a bountiful harvest.

But it is also important that the people understand that Apollo will not allow Diana to have the limelight for very long and when he pushes her aside those who are caught openly gazing upon her may be punished when he sees the adoration for Her in their eyes. He has been known to remove the sight of those who dare look directly upon a god of Olympus, misconstruing it as ego. But it not meant to be disrespectful. It is our human nature that compels us to witness such a miraculous event and so we shall despite the risks. Do you have a suggestion as to how the people can bear witness to the gods glory without risking their mortal sight, Professor?” she says and sits back down, folding her hands in her lap.

He replies, “Indeed I do, I have some refractive viewers that will permit the person to see the phenomena from a sideways angle, similar to looking in a mirror. It should cause no harm to the eye. I brought a hundred or so of those viewers with me. I plan to distribute them to the children who I will be lecturing to tomorrow morning, whatever are left can be distributed to whoever is interested.”
 

Chapter Sixty-three, “A Silent Competitor”, Wednesday, May 31st, 1882, 7:30 P.M.

Back at the Lucky Lady, Jake explains to Marshall Berg that Ruby is out of town for a few days. He asks Berg about his plans for the election, wondering if he has considered running for any office. Berg replies, “No, not at this point. If the future sheriff ever needs to assemble a posse I might be convinced to temporarily wear a Deputy badge, but I have no plans to be a permanent lawman again.”

When Job has a break during his game Jake waves him over. ”Marshall Berg wants to talk to us about something.” Turning to Mitchell Berg Jake asks, “Is this official business?” He replies, “Yes, but for Attorney Berg not Marshall Berg. We'll want to go somewhere private to discuss this.”

“There are several empty rooms upstairs,” Jake says and takes them up. “So what does Attorney Berg have to say?” Berg states, “I have been approached with an offer from one of the other attorney's in town, an offer for young Mr. Hoover for his share of this establishment. The other attorney won't reveal the name of his client, nor did he even want me to disclose his own name.

I'm going to have to present this to the young man, it's a legitimate offer and one that would establish a sizeable enough college fund for the boy, in keeping with the terms of Nile's last will and testament. But before I did I wanted to give you a heads up, so that you may start to consider making a counter offer.”

“Thanks Mitch, I appreciate the warning.” Jake looks at Job, “I cannot imagine that anyone who is afraid of revealing their name would be a good partner. I am willing to put up money to help purchase his share, or for that matter put up enough to buy him out.” Jake scratches at his beard and asks Berg, “Was the lawyer Hamilton Fisk?”

Berg replies, “As I said, I'm not at liberty to say. Nor can I really disclose to you the amount of the offer, but it's more than Nile's original investment and probably less than that share of the Saloon is worth today given all of the improvements to the building. So I'm going to recommend to the boy that he turn the initial offer down.

I've drafted a letter for young Hoover's mother about Nile's death and will have to appraise of her this too. Stanley Barker is writing her a letter to include in the package as well to assure her that the boy is safe and being watched out for. We might want to get Miss Florencia to write a note also, as the boy's mother is currently studying to be a Priestess of the same church so it might be helpful for her to mention that she's also helping to look after the boy.”

“Mitch, you are still my Attorney in matters where your official duties are not in conflict. I am not interested in a secret partner nor do I want to see the boy hoodwinked out of what Niles intended. Deliver this offer to the boy; Job and I will agree to what we think the Saloon is worth today and I am willing to pay him ten percent more than that and we can sign the papers immediately. After that he is welcome to hang around Lucky Lady the summer and stay with the Barkers as long as they will have him.”
“Niles wanted him to have a college fund, and that should do it for him. What do you think Job? Is the whole thing worth $5,500 now? You can go in on that with me if you care to.” Berg says, “I'm not comfortable with making any final decision until the boy's mother is contacted about this, but it sounds like I made the right decision coming to the both of you. Let's not discuss actual dollars yet, I'll just let his mother know that an outside offer has been made as well as a counter-offer from Niles Hoover's partners.”

Jake sighs, “As you will Mitch, I know you have the boy’s best interests at heart.” Jake rises and shakes his hand, “Do not let someone less well meaning twist your propriety around to gain some advantage over us or young Bert.” They head back to the main room and Berg departs.

A while later Jake Cook sees the fairly large group enter the Lucky Lady where they are seated at two of the larger tables, seated by gender. One table has seated at it Emery Shaw, Forest Morand, Tempel Morand, Calvin Oldfield and Ricardo Perez. The other table has Katherine Kale, Sonoma Figures and Francesca Perez. Flint Greymountain bypasses both tables and goes directly to the bar when he makes himself at home atop one of the barstools.

Jake approaches the table with the men and asks, “Well Mr. Shaw, did your meeting go well?” He replies, “As well as can be expected Jake. The Cattlemen will be recommending both myself and Mr. Escobar for Councilman positions and Deputy Martin for the Marshall Job. We'll also be making a recommendation that Mr. Watkins not be on the Law and Order ticket.”
Jake says, “Seems like progress but I think you still have much work ahead of you. Let me know if you need some assistance.” When they are done talking, Jake goes about the business of running the saloon for the evening.

Kate was crushed a slight annoyance at the separation of the group by gender, instead focusing on the opportunity to get to know Miss Perez without so many people present. Instead of a drink she only asked for a cup of tea. “Well, I stuck my foot in my mouth tonight but I did learn a bit about the King men. Despite what they said, I still have my doubts Doctor Eaton would treat me if I had need. But perhaps I'm being unfair.”

Francesca says, “No, you're not. The Doctor does not like anybody except humans and he has made that very clear. Presently one-fifth of this inner town is non-human. When you add in the populations of the outlying ranches, farms and mines that are joining you get somewhere between one-quarter and one-third. I doubt that a single one of those individuals will vote for Eaton. And the frequent customers of the Long Branch, Gay Lady and Palace Saloons won't vote for the Vigilance Committee at all. I fail to see how that becomes a majority.”

“It doesn't, but I think Mr. Shaw wants to avoid pushing too far and having the Vigilance Committee refuses any of our ideas. You saw how touchy the King men were tonight, and after what happened today the committee will be feeling defensive. Thankfully you don't have to vote for an entire slate of candidates. Mr. Rixton was thinking of running for an office and I'd far rather see him in a council seat than Eaton. At least we have good reason to suggest Bill Watkins not run for anything. I'm wondering if I should offer basic reading lessons to adults over the next few weeks. I think people would be more likely to choose a slate if they have a hard time reading the ballot.”

Mrs. Perez replies, “I think that is a good idea but the problem will be getting people to admit that they are illiterate. You should talk to Judge Isby. Once the candidates are all known he should be able to put together a sample ballot. Perhaps you could hold several voter information nights at the Town Hall, maybe devote a different night to each of the different offices and have each candidate speak on their views. In conjunction to that you could display an oversized version of the ballot and walk them through it. That way everybody will understand but be able to save face as their purpose for being there would be to hear from the candidates rather than learning how to fill out a ballot properly.”

“That's a much better solution, and good for everyone. I know I'd like a chance to hear all the candidates speak. I have no idea how many people in town are illiterate, or how many can read and write their first language but not in English. This is certainly going to be a challenge. Where is your ranch, Mrs. Perez? Ours is so close to town I don't often get much further out.”

She replies, “I know, your ranch and that of the dwarf are around a mile to the southeast near where Pine Creek begins. As the crow flies our ranch is around two-and-a-half miles west of yours although that small mountain immediately west of your ranch would prevent you from getting there directly. That same mountain is where Five Mile Creek begins, which is what irrigates our ranch lands although the upper end of our ranch is also fed by a tributary from Pine Creek.”

Kate replies, “Even going around that mountain it wouldn't be so far to get to. I wish I had more time to devote to the ranch, but with the school now it will be some time before I can really focus. Thank heaven for Sonoma,” Kate said and smiled over at her. “By the way, with the Committee for Racial Equality sponsoring the school now, I'll have a $35 a month salary to contribute to funds for the ranch.”

She looked back to Mrs. Perez and asked, “Do you think some of the other ranchers would be willing to play host to schoolchildren now and then? We want them to have hands on experience with different ways of making a living.” Francesca replies, “Well, our two ranches are by far the closest to town, it would be harder to get to the others. My father-in-law started ours up around a hundred or so years back. He was born here, just as both of his parents were. Ricardo's folks were two of the half-elves who Mr. Escobar spoke of in his conversation with Mr. Condon.”

“That is a point. I just don't want people to think we're getting free labor from schoolchildren. I thought if we went to other ranches as well it would dispel that. I was very impressed with Mr. Escobar. Pedro had spoken of how Mr. Condon used to be a friend to the elves and half-elves in the area, and I had intended to go remind him of that. Now I'm glad I didn't. And what he said resonated with more than just Mr. Condon. Do you know him at all?”

Francesca replies, “Who? Mr. Condon or Mr. Escobar? Actually, I know both but especially the Escobar's. They have been best friends with my husband's family for centuries. I only moved into the area around forty years back, that is when I met Hosea. Back when Cochise declared war on all non-Apache we had to leave our homes or risk being killed. Thankfully Mr. Shaw had a well-manned ranch that was defendable, they invited our two families and a few others in to live with them. We were there for nearly a full twenty months, it was the only ranch in southeast Arizona who survived the Apache onslaught. I gained great respect for the Shaw family during that time. I'm sorry you never met Vicky, she was quite a woman.

As for Condon, Frank and Morgan were among the first humans to settle in the town when Elton Hubbard discovered silver at his Breakheart Mine. Hosea and I could ride into town three or four nights a week for dinner and dancing at the El Parador and the Condon brothers were there every night. It's safe to say that I danced with each of them at least a hundred times.”

Kate says, “I would have liked to have known Mr. Shaw's wife. From what I've seen of himself and his daughters she must have been a special person. I can't imagine so many people together on the ranch for nearly two years, constantly afraid of attack. Thank goodness the treaty held a few months back. Those must have been precious days; before there were many humans here and everyone knew each other. The El Parador being the hub of activity for the town, human or elf. I wonder what happened to break Mr. Condon away from those he'd called friend.”

Francesca replies, “I wouldn't know, as the town grew we spent less and less time here. We've also been very busy with the ranch. Our main focus is to raise bulls to breed with the cattle on both the Lazy-S and Rocking-H ranches. With the help of Mother Jiminez we have some of the most virile animals in the country.

As for the Condon's, I know that Morgan is still close to the Elven families in town and after today I would imagine that Frank will again too. We need to do what we can to keep reminding him of who his true friends are. Maybe I should stop by his bank tomorrow and invite him to the El Parador for another dance.”

Kate smiled. “That sounds like a good idea. I think Dorita and Pedro would be glad to see him again, and Mr. Gonzales too. They make people family, and it hurt them to have him abandon them. Speaking of friends, I'm glad to have met you today. I hope we'll see each other more often. I think it's time I made a few more friends.”

She smiles and says, “Thank you. I've wanted to stop by and visit your ranch, maybe lend a hand....” She then turns to Sonoma and says, “But I was personally told by your Grandfather, young lady, that you wanted to prove to everyone that you could do this on your own. I'm glad to hear that you have been succeeding.”

Kate says, “Stop by just to visit, although if you really want to lend a hand we won't refuse you. I'd be glad to see you here in town as well. Sonoma has been amazing; doing so much with so little help.”

Kate continued to talk with Mrs. Perez and Sonoma for a while, but leaving the gentlemen to themselves. She wasn't quite comfortable that Mr. Morand had called her by her first name during the meeting, but things were different here and she could not expect the same level of formality she would have encountered back East. At about nine-thirty she went back over to the El Parador and spent more time with her family, heading back to her house at eleven to be up and ready for school in the morning.

Over at the Town Hall, once the lecture ended the audience had mingled. Chester and Clarisse mingle with the crowd. He says to Clarisse, “Did you like the talk? I couldn't follow it all, but it's nice to have interesting people come to town. I can't shake this sense that the eclipse is a bad omen, though.” Clarisse says, “It isn't a bad omen unless the Priestess says that it is, and she hasn't said that.”

”That's true. It's just that the moon blocking the sun feels unnatural. It shouldn't get dark during the day.” He sees Nakomo standing off to the side of the room. “Hey there Nakomo. That was some lecture. How are you settling in? Anyone hassling you?”

Nakomo hesitates for a moment wondering if he can trust the Deputy. Knowing that he is a friend of the priestess he decides that that he is safe to talk to. “I had difficulty accepting his explanation. The Yavapai believe that it is the sun god that watches over us in the sky and my father taught me that it is the god Apollo. This professor does not seem to believe either. I hope he does not make the gods angry with his lack of faith. Senorita Minerva's explanation helped a bit.”

“No, I am not being hassled. Everyone... well mostly everyone, is being very kind. There are some who do not like me because of my Yavapai blood and others who shun are because of my human blood. I wish it were not so. The priestess still won't let me go out on my own. And I am tired of being cooped up.” He looks at him shyly as an idea occurs to him. Would you take me out sometime? I could be a help to you,” he says hopefully.

Chester says, “I... I guess I could show you what the town has to offer. The priestess is right in not letting you out alone yet. It hasn't been long since that mob wanted to string you and your friends up. Give them some time to realize that you don't mean any harm. Did you have anything thing in mind, or do you just want to see someone else for a change?”

Nakomo replies, “I would just like to see something other than the jail, courthouse, town hall and Priestess's home. I did get to go out into the desert for a short while but otherwise that's all I've been to in town. I'd feel same in the company of a Deputy, and my cousin Nanuet indicated that I can trust you.”

Chester replies, “Fair enough. I'll be free tomorrow night. Clarisse is singing at the Lucky Lady then, so we can go there. If gambling's more your style, then there are faro and poker games in a number of places, too.” Nakomo says, “That would be nice Deputy Martin. I haven't seen much of the human world. If Miss Townsend sings half as beautiful as she looks, then it'll be a good evening.”

Clarisse blushes. “That was nice of you to say, Mr. Nakomo. Thank you.” Chester slaps Nakomo on the back and says, “Then it's settled. I'll come get you at the Priestess's house. Good night, Nakomo, Minerva.” Chester and Clarisse go dancing at the Gay Lady. Afterwards he drops her off at her place and he turns in for the night.

Friedrich and Amelie Seagram find the town's Priestess in the crowd and approach her. “Miss Florencia, what a pleasure to see you again. I wonder if it would be possible to have a word?” Minerva turns and greets them cheerfully shaking hands and introducing her ward.
“Hola, Senor, Senora. May I introduce Nakomo? It is he that we must thank for this beautiful paint job.” She says motioning to the newly whitewashed walls. Nakomo stands silent looking a bit awkward but pleased with the praise. He bows slightly in acknowledgment when the introductions are made.

”Si, I have a few moments. How may I assist you?” Amelie looked up at her husband as he said, “It's about Katherine truth be told. Last time she visited she gave us some... unusual news. After what happened at the meeting this morning there's no question of your connection to the gods. I have faith in the gods and the miracles they can bestow, but these last months have been hard for Katie and I'm not certain what her state of mind might have been. Mr. Gonzales suggested you might be able to give us some insight.”

Mineva nods in understanding. “Your faith is commendable as is your concern for your daughter.” she places her hand over theirs. “You may rest assured that the gods did intervene in this miraculous event and that she was indeed visited by her beloved Thomas.”
 

Chapter Sixty-four, “Shooting at the Crazy-8”, Thursday, June1st, 1882, 7:30 A.M.

Wednesday night was uneventful for Jake Cook. Jake had let Job run the game tonight instead to make up for all the time Jake has missed. Jake used the night to get to know Job's cousin Al. He spent some time telling her about the saloon routine, customers and some of the people in town to watch. ”It is not very often that we have trouble, but if we do everyone is usually good about lending a hand... or gun. We try not to shoot customers, “Jake adds with a wink, “especially the ones that are free with their money.” Al Brower did not come by to get drunk with Jake, so he closed up the saloon and heads home. Jake laid awake in bed for a while in an unfamiliar state, alone and sober, before finally succumbing to sleep. In the morning he rises early and keeps himself distracted by again helping out at the saloon.

Chester is eating breakfast at the Lucky Lady on Thursday morning when Marshall Berg enters and joins him at the table. He says, “Take your time, we'll head out to the Crazy-8 Ranch whenever you're ready.” Chester replies, ”I was just finishing up, Marshall.” Maria comes out to take away the dishes. “Thanks Maria. It was good as always.” She says, “Gracias, Senor Martin. Buenos dias, Senor Marshall.”

Chester grabs his jacket from upstairs and meets Berg by the stables. Chester saddles Lookout and mounts his horse. “Marshall, who all lives out at the Crazy-8? I've never been out there.” Berg says, “I wasn't sure myself so I went to see Judge Isby, on Monday he had the officials do that population survey on the outlying ranches.

Buckley has four hands listed, three of whom were with Buckley last Saturday with that mob. One of them was Carsten Block, who I had managed to put to sleep with the magic of my first shotgun blast. Another one, Ken Wagner took a minor wound from Cassidy I believe. The third was Gordy Bryson, you disarmed him with your first shot. The last of Buckley's hands is Clifford Allman. Near as I can tell he was back at the ranch last Saturday.”

Chester scratches his chin. “Interesting that three of Buckley's ranch hands were in that mob with him. Now I wonder if it had something to do with them getting wounded in the shootout. Maybe they blamed him.” Chester shrugs. “Just an idea. Who do you want to talk to first? I want to talk to the fellow who wasn't wit' the rest, Allman.” Berg says, “None are in town right now, we'll have to ride out to their ranch to speak to any of them.”

Chester asks Berg, “Where do you keep your horse? I'll ride over there wit' you.” Berg says, “I don't one myself, I rent from drovers.” The two lawmen reach the stables. Berg mounts his horse and they ride to the Crazy-8 ranch. It takes around a half-hour to cover the twelve miles northwest. They see a dilapidated farmhouse in the distance with a series of corrals behind it. Smoke is coming from the farmhouse and they see a pair of horsemen over by the far corral.

Chester points at the horsemen. “Let's go see who those two are.” They ride over to the horsemen. Chester calls out, “Hey there. Are you ranch hands for the Crazy-8?” As they approach the two horsemen both unstrap rifles from their backs. Chester immediately recognizes one as the man who he wounded in the arm so must be the one named Bryson. He also recognizes the other as the man who had shot him in the thigh.

Berg says to Chester, “Uh oh, that other one is Denny Garvin. He works over at the Thayer Ranch.” Berg motions for Chet to stop the horse while they are still twenty-five feet away from the men. Bryson points his gun towards them but not directly at either one and says, “Come to finish what you started?”

Chester holds out his empty hands. “Whoa, whoa there. We got business with Bryson and the other ranch hands here. We're just here to talk.” “Start talking,” Bryson says. Berg says, “I came out here to give you boys some bad news. Your boss Buckley was found dead in town yesterday afternoon. Any idea who might have done it?” “Yeah, the two of you” Garvin states.

While they are talking another familiar face rides out from the house. Berg gestures and tells Chet “That's Ken Wagner.” Chester shouts, “Mr. Wagner. We've got some bad news. Can you come here for a second?”

Wagner rides forward keeping his weapon holstered. The other two continue to hold rifles in hand. Wagner stops ten feet from the lawmen. Berg says, “As I was telling these other two, your boss Buckley was found dead in town yesterday afternoon. The Deputy and I are investigating the murder and any information the two of you can tell me would be helpful.” Wagner replies, “We were all here yesterday, we don't know anything about it.”

Chester says, “Well, in any case we got some questions for you. Do you know if your boss had any enemies? Anyone who'd want to kill him?” Garvin says, “Yeah, the both of you. And Cassidy put a bullet in him last weekend too.” Chester blows out a breath. “Yeah, we got that. You don't seem too torn up about your boss's passing. Listen, we don't really care that you were in that mob. Buckley was killed in town and we want to find the guy who did it.”

Wagner says, “Then you're looking in the wrong place, we were all here.” Garvin swings up his rifle at Berg and says, “You boys have a hell of a lot of nerve heading out here after shooting us up. Give me one reason why we shouldn't send you to Hades right now.” Berg says, “How about because Judge Isby knows that we're out here right now and if we don't ride back soon he'll see you hang before the week is out.”

Bryson swings his rifle up towards them and says, “Then we'll just have to make sure he winds up dead too.” Chester glances at Berg, then at Bryson, “You'll still hang. What say we forget about what you just said and we'll ride on back to town?” Bryson raises his gun and aims at Chet.

A rifle files, but not from the gun twenty-five feet away. The sound of the shot was from a slight incline from perhaps up to a quarter mile to the west. Bryson slumps over in his saddle, the bullet having gone through his head from the forehead to the ear. Chester draws both pistols and points them at Wagner and Garvin. “You didn't think we'd come out here without help, did you? Throw your guns on the ground and get your hands up.”

Wagner raises his hands. Garvin shifts in the saddle looking in the direction of the hill. A rifle fires from there again, striking Garvin in the chest. Rather than penetrating though it deflects off. Garvin raises his rifle to take aim in the direction of the hill. Chester yells, “Drop it Garvin. You got lucky once. Don't tempt the Fates.”

Garvin drops the gun simultaneous to another rifle shot, this one hitting higher than the previous one and going though the center of the man’s neck. He reaches his hands up towards where the bullet struck and then the arms and hands collapse as he dies. Meanwhile, Berg moves his horse over between Wagner and the hill in an attempt to shield the man from future shots.

Chester yells, “Damn it. Get him inside the farmhouse. I'm going after the shooter.” He spurs his horse toward the hill, trying to dodge from cover to cover. Chester keeps a gun in his left hand. Berg and Wagner ride back to the farmhouse. Chester rides directly to the hill. When he reaches the crest of it he sees a single rider galloping off, now a quarter-mile distant and heading away. The rider has on a leather coat, dark hat and is atop of an Appaloosa horse.

Chester stops and spits in the dirt. “Blast it.” He wheels Lookout around and rides back to the farmhouse. He meets Berg and Wagner there. Berg asks, “Who was it, Deputy?” Chester replies, “I don't know. He got away before I could reach him. He was wearing a leather coat and dark hat. His horse was an Appaloosa. Sound familiar to either of you two?”

Neither Berg or Wagner recognize that description. They head back to the farmhouse where Clifford Allman is at. Berg asks about the remaining ranch hand, Carsten Block, as is told he is away on an errand. “An errand to where?” Berg asks, and is told “Galeyville.”

Back in town, Jake Cook seeks out Darla Peacock. She eyes him somewhat suspiciously when he saunters into her place, he has not often been there. After some charming and brief Jake-like pleasantries he gets down to business. He begins the conversation, “I wanted to let you know that the Lucky Lady would be starting up a Faro table or maybe two. I do not know if that would have an impact on your business or not. It must be somewhat challenging to draw crowds in a small place. I know that we found it necessary to enlarge in order to fend off the competition from the other bigger saloons. I have been told that you have had some difficulty of late due to some boorish fellow and his friends making some of your regulars uncomfortable. When I heard that I got to thinking....”

Jake sprouts a disarming smile. “Word is you are a mighty fine Faro dealer. So I wondered if you would like to come to the Lucky Lady and run our main Faro table? You would no longer have to worry about security or running a saloon. Your regular customers would not have to worry about any trouble, and you would likely enjoy many new customers from among the folks that come through a much larger saloon. We already have entertainment and will be renting rooms soon too. I bet you make most or your money right there,” Jake points to the Faro table, “anyway. Why not concentrate on that?” Jake spreads his smile again. “Is this something that might interest you, Darla Peacock?”

She says, “And what about my fiance Michael George? Are you offering him a job as well? And for that matter what do you propose we do with our saloon?” Finance? Jake thinks to himself, I did not do my homework here. He decides to rely on the information that Job had given him and be as diplomatic as possible.

He adds, “I am sure you could sell it, your next door neighbor would likely wish to expand his saloon. Helping the competition would not be in the best interests of the Lucky Lady though. It is a good size for a specialty store. This may well be another business opportunity. With all the newcomers to town recently a niche that needs filling is almost certain. If there was some other business that you or Michael were passionate about it might just be the right time. If not, I am always looking for business opportunities.

If you were interested we could work together and find some unique talent in the newcomers and start something. I have the means to invest in it and would rather see that than it going to my competition. We do have an opening for a bartender. I was not going to be so presumptuous as to assume just because you were interested that Michael would be interested as well. Do you think he would like to join us too?”

She says, “I will have to discuss this with him but I am definitely interested. I agree that Mr. Lumley would probably pay the most, but am not overly fond of him as his establishment has stolen most of our customers. Thank you for the offer Mr. Cook. When do you want an answer by?” He states, “There is no rush to decide, you can have a few days if you need them. On the other hand, there is money burning in miners pockets and if you wanted to give it a try come by the Lucky Lady tonight.” Again Jake gives her a broad friendly smile and tips his hat. “I will let Job Kane know you are interested. Have a pleasant day.”

Jake goes back to the Saloon and leaves Job a note about his conversation with Darla Peacock. Since it is early still, he decides to have a quick ride out to the mine. He casts about for someone to accompany him wishing that Nanuet was around. Not finding Chester, he looks for Jeff Mills, Job's cousin or some other friend of his that might be interested in passing the time.

Since it is early still, he decides to have a quick ride out to the mine. He casts about for someone to accompany him wishing that Nanuet was around. Not finding Chester, he looks for Jeff Mills, Job's cousin or some other friend of his that might be interested in passing the time. Job is busy with some new recruits for the fire company and Al Caine isn't around. But he finds a willing companion in Kate's brother Phillip. This is the young man's last night in the city and he very enthusiastically wants to see an operating mine. Phillip saddle's up Kate's horse and joins Jake for the trip.

The five-mile ride out to the Fisk Mountain mine is uneventful. They approach the mine from the southeast, seeing the mountain silhouetted in the distance. The mining operations are not visible yet, being on the opposite side of the peak, but Phillip is curious about the long cigar-shaped balloon anchored in the valley between Fisk and Bowie Mountains. They see a group of twenty men gathered about and in the valley, some of which are armed, so Jake thinks it best to talk to his mining partners before approaching that bunch.

They circumnavigate the mountain and Jake sees to his satisfaction that things have progressed nicely in the few weeks since he was last out this way. Wooden ramps and scaffolding have been erected to the upper elevation where the silver vein had been discovered and a cave twelve-feet wide, eight-feet high and fifteen feet deep has already been excavated. The ore has been brought down using baskets attached to pulleys.

The dwarf Torvald MacNaulty approaches them and yells out “Hello Jake, good of you to stop by.” “Greetings partner.” Jake hollers back. They dismount and approach. “The improvements in the mine operations look impressive. Jeff Mills ideas seem to be working well and then some. You are well on your way to lining those deep pockets of yours with silver.” Jake chuckles. “Let me introduce Phillip Kale, he is Katherine's brother.” Jake then says, “I just thought I would check in. I do not get out here often enough. Besides the obvious progress I see, how is everything?”

Torvald says, “Well, I can't say that Mr. Mills had anything to do with this, what with the Government not letting him be involved with ore extraction operations.” He then winks at Jake and says, “But we were given some nice diagrams and blueprints that we used for this construction. One of our guards Sampson Hill gave us those, we just assumed that Hill drew them out. Really no reason to think otherwise. I suppose we could ask him, but he's not around now right now. He's taken a few days off for firefighter training.”

Humphrey Lewis catches Jake's eye and comes over. “Hi Jake, How you doing?” They shake hands and Lewis says, “So far so good. You've probably only seen around $ 300 added to your bank account for your ten-percent share. That's because we still have most of what we took out here.”

He points to an engine attached to a large boiling tank and odd-looking six-foot-square metal box. He says, “Torvald has been using that steam-powered crusher, he got it from a dwarven mining operation that went bust out in California. He figures that by doing some preliminary work out here we can cut down the amount of ore needing processed by the Silverbell Mining Company by half. We'll start sending what we've got into town early next week so the money will start to really roll in then.”

Jake whistles, “You fellows never cease to amaze me. Give me a shout when things are ready to move and I will make sure it all gets there safe and sound. I noticed our new neighbors over there,” Jake indicates behind him with his thumb towards the large floating cigar. “Have they been causing any concern or are they a friendly lot?” He replies, “Good neighbors so far. The land and balloon are owned by Arcade's Gang so I doubt anybody will try to mess with them. Their guards and ours share coffee and are on good terms, so I'm sure that mutual aide could be given if needed. Those new guys over there right now are the balloon manufacturers. A German general runs that operation and they are now talking about moving their current factory in Mexico up here instead.”

Jake asks, “Why move it here?” He replies, “Near as I can tell. That newspaper publisher Morgan Arcadiam managed to convince them to do that. You'd have to ask him. This election seems to have accelerated the process though, seems that the General has ordered his five-dozen or so workers to get their butts here by 5:00 P.M. on Sunday in order to register to vote.”

Jake laughs at that. “That will put a burr under saddles of Fisk AND the Vigilance committee. Speaking of that snake in the grass, he seems mighty anxious for the town to incorporate and to include all the land that he can. Anything that Hamilton Fisk is anxious for makes me uncomfortable. You have any ideas what he is scheming?”

MacNaulty says, “He probably thinks he has enough votes to win, can't think of anything else. I'm just glad Isby is running things, he's one man who can't be bought.” Jake agrees with him and they talk for a little while before Jake asks if Phillip can get a tour of the operations. “He was fairly excited just to come out here.” Afterwards before they head back Jake asks if they need anything sent out from town. “We can celebrate at the Lucky Lady as soon as the next big batch is safely in the bank.”

Their short visit to the mine complete, Jake leads them back to town. They only tarry shortly to stare at the large floating object in the valley before exercising the horses a bit on the way back to Promise City. They part company at the stables, Phillip rushes to travel with his family to the ranch and Jake goes back to the saloon.

He quickly bores there and meanders back to the house where he is equally as bored in little time. After wondering how to amuse himself for several long minutes, he is drawn to the safe and removes a letter. With a smirk he opens Kitty Trent's response to the possibility an inheritance. He examines it for some long minutes; an observer who did not know Jake's talent might assume it was casually. Then as suddenly as if a bell had rung, Jake withdrew some fresh parchment from the desk along with pen and ink and began writing. He practiced letters, words, distinguishing flourishes. He adjusted size, length and spacing of the strokes on the paper. Soon a stack of papers with nothing but gibberish upon them was a arrayed around him. The most recent of which looked strikingly like the graceful script of Evan Adair's concubine.

It was now late in the afternoon, nearly time to eat and be ready to deal at the Lucky Lady. Jake carefully folded the letter and locked it safely away. He gathered his practice copies and placed them in the small kitchen stove and set them alight with a single word, “Indencie.” He decided that he would have a light meal of Maria's cooking and strode to the saloon, his mind exploring all the interesting things he could accomplish with a letter from Kitty Trent.
 

Chapter Sixty-five, “The Eclipse”, Thursday, June1st, 1882, 7:30 A.M.

When Kate and the other two teachers arrive at the schoolroom on Thursday morning Professor Pickering is already waiting, carrying with him star charts, a mobile-like contraptions with painted balls of various size representing the planets and a telescope.

“Professor, you should have knocked on the back door, I'd have let you in,” Kate said as she relieved him of some of his burdens after opening the door. “I'm sorry I haven't been by to visit with you, it's been a surprisingly busy week. Thank you for coming.”

Pickering replies, “Oh, not a problem. I figure I'll start off once the children are here, I should take around an hour to go over all of the basis. I'll leave you with the viewers. I'll have to spend the rest of the morning with my students, we'll be setting up on the hill east of town.”

“Of course. I'm grateful you had any free time today at all. This is a rare opportunity, one they may never have again. And I have to admit, it pleases me to think you are here and not at the school the Vigilance Committee set up.”

Ginnie pops in “hello professor I have some questions that you may be able to answer for me. I've been doing a multi variant analysis of the previous 100 years for contingency of eclipses and positioning in the ancient stone circles. Do you have any research that I may be able to look at that would coordinate the angles of the eclipse with the relation of the stone circle levels in specific positioning?”

Pickering turns to Kate and says, “When I go to lecture to my students could I bring this one with me? She'll give them a run for the money.” Kate replies, “If she wants to go,” she said and smiled at Ginnie. “I'd been tutoring Ginnie before the school started so she's a fair bit ahead. What do you think, Ginnie?”

The girl replies, “I'd really like to talk to your students if that's OK Ma'am Kate. The level of the aura during the eclipse is something I'd like to have some more information about anyway and I'd really like to talk to the students as long as they don't think I'm just there as a tag-a-long little girl.” Pickering replies, “Ginnie, by the time your third question is asked they will all realize that you are not just some little girl.” Kate says, “It's perfectly fine with me, Ginnie. As I said, you're ahead in your studies and won't get behind because of missing half a day. Let me show you where to set up Professor. The children should be here soon.”

She says, “Ok just let me go get some of my research and I'm ready to go whenever we're finished here.” Ginnie skitters back to her room in the house and pulls out two large bound books full of scribbling. After Ginnie scampered out of the room Kate said, “Thank you for allowing her to go with you Professor. It's good to see her so happy, and she's never happier than when she's learning something new.”

Within the next half-hour all of the students have arrived. Kate is pleased that they haven't lost any of the school's students since Tuesday. Pickering begins his lecture, and much to Kate's surprise, manages to simplify the presentation to one age-appropriate for his audience. He then gets out the viewers and has makes sure that every student personally knows how to use it before heading off with Ginnie. He and Ginnie head up to the hill east of town. They set up immediately east of Main Street located between the tents immediately east of Kate's house and the corral and tent of the mustanger Hayes, east of the buildings between Main and South streets.

Knowing that they got to go outside to see the eclipse, it was difficult to get the students to settle down to their studies after the lecture. Instead of trying to move to another subject Kate let her group stay in science and took advantage of their excitement. She emphasized again the importance of using the viewers and not looking directly at the sun, and at about 11:15 gathered the children together for the short trip to the viewing area.

Minerva shows up at the school and requests the loan of one of the Professor's viewers. She rides out to the desert to be filled with the spirit of the gods.

Back in town outside the school Kate’s students see those of Pickering’s up on the hill. Pickering leaves the student to pass out his remaining viewers to townspeople who had attended the lecture in Town Hall the night before. Time continues onward. Rudy Baines son Richie points up and says, “Look, the moon is moving.” His observation is indeed correct as the moon slides over closer towards where the sun is. Ginnie states “remember to use the viewer you don't want to see this straight on”

“Usually we can't tell the moon is moving because everything is so far away from it. With it so close to the sun in the sky we can compare its position and see the movement. But the moon is always moving, as is the sun.” Kate bustled among the students, making sure they had their viewers ready and were not looking directly at the sun.

As the moon moved closer her heart began to race. Only a few months ago this would have been only a scientific curiosity to her, but today she also saw it as Diana ascendant and almost wished she could be alone somewhere to honor the goddess. And the moon moves in front of the sun as this part of the world temporarily changes from day to night.

Kate took her eyes off the eclipse itself for a moment to look at the world around her. It was not quite dark like the night would be, but there was on odd greenish cast to everything, as if a artist had washed thinned paint over it. She looked back through the viewer and began to quietly say a prayer of thanks to Diana as the moon crossed over the sun. And the moon and sun continue to move in different directions, with the day returning.

The light returned slowly as the two heavenly bodies separated. The children had fallen silent as the eclipse began, each looking through their viewer to see the moon cover up the sun. Once the two were totally separated again the children began to chatter excitedly. Kate took a deep breath, as if something had seized her and just now let go. It took a few minutes to get the children settled again and back outside the school. She had them come inside and put away the viewers, then released them for a late lunch.

When Minerva returns from the desert, she finds Nakomo has prepared another elaborate meal in anticipation of her arrival. “Mi Dios's, You are surely going to fatten me up with all of your cooking!” she laughs holding her hand to her stomach. The two eat, taking their time as they chat about the eclipse and how the gods might be feeling about the town of Promise City.

After the meal Minerva bathes and changes into more festive attire, downing the creamy yellow gown that she has had made with the cloth that Katherine had given her on her birthday. It is quite elegant and hugs her bare shoulders, accentuating her dark hair and complexion. She twirls before the mirror and stops when she sees the sadness showing in her eyes. Giving in momentarily to her loneliness she whispers. “Ah, Mi Amor, I wish that you were here to see me in this dress. I do miss you so” she sighs, thinking of her absent lover.

The afternoon proves to be anti-climactic given the noontime event. At Meghan's suggestion they end the day early at around 3:00 P.M. Kate's brother Henry is outside waiting when the last of the children leave. She smiled and gave her brother a warm hug. “I didn't expect to see you here. It's good though. What's going on?”

Henry says to Kate, “We're all going to be heading out to your ranch whenever you are ready, to say our goodbyes to Tom. Then we'll come back to town for supper. I think that Dorita is cooking up something special since this will be our last night together for a while.” Kate sighed and gave Henry another squeeze. “I wish you could have stayed longer, or I could have had more time to spend. But for the rest of today I'm all yours. I'm going to miss you.”

“And I'm going to miss you too Katie.” The Seagrams ride up soon with the double-seat carriage. Ginnie comes down from the hill and joins them in the carriage. The ride out to the ranch is short and the family drove past the buildings toward the tree along the stream where Tom rested. As always, Kate grew quiet as they approached. Henry helped her down from the carriage and kept hold of her hand as they gathered around the gravesite.

After a few minutes her father began a prayer; one Kate remembered from many years ago when she was young. She'd heard it again at Mr. Emerson's funeral back in Boston, and it brought a comforting familiarity that said at last she was not alone in her grief. Quiet tears fell from her eyes as they were gathered there.

Kate then hears her mother's voice gasp. She looks up and sees the loose dust swirling together near the grave. More dust joins it clumped together with grass and tumbleweeds. It eventually ends in the shape of a female centaur. All present then hear a female voice speak within their heads. Kate barely kept from gasping herself. “Storm. I thought I wouldn't see you again,” Kate said. “I'm glad I was wrong.”

The voice says, “Although their prayers are earnest your family still has questions in their hearts and minds. I am here to sooth those doubts.” Storm turns to Kate's family “The goddess Diana has sent me to assure you that the child your daughter carries is her husband's child. He has moved onto the Elysian Fields and wishes you life and love. Move on for life continues. The goddess is pleased with the way you have not taken her protection or gifts for granted.”

Friedrich's voice shook slightly as he spoke. “The Priestess Florencia assured us of the truth, and I thought I believed her. I believed my faith was stronger.” Amelie's eyes were wide as she stared at the apparition, then over at her daughter as if she could see the miracle glowing around her. “Thank you,” Kate said simply and Henry squeezed her hand. “There is nothing I value more than her gift and I will protect him with all I have. I am moving on with life, but I always carry Tom with me, it would be impossible not to. I know he still hears me and I hope he's proud.”

The voice says, “He does and you will make him proud. I must take leave of you now, your friend Nanuet has need of my council.” With that the form begins to dissolve back into the dust, grass and tumbleweeds from which it was made. “What manner of place is this?” Amelie breathed after the apparition dissipated. “Who was that, Jacqueline?” Kate answers, “Storm Goldeneye. I met her the day I traveled to Promise City. She was killed the next day. She found Tom's spirit trapped in Tombstone and cared for him, showed him how to move on. The gods of the wood elves and the Apache joined Diana in bringing him to me. I owe her much.”

Henry embraced her, his arm still in its sling making his hug feel oddly like their father's. Several times he tried to speak but stopped. “I know,” Kate said simply. A moment later Phil replaced his brother, laughing in her ear as he lifted her feet off the ground. Once he let go her father was there with his gentle embrace and tears in his eyes. “I love you, Katie,” he whispered, his voice hoarse. “And so do the gods.” She only nodded against his chest and said, “Diana does.”

Lastly she went to her mother who still seemed to be having trouble comprehending what she had just seen. Amelie was the only person with whom Kate had shared her fears that she might be barren, and only she could really understand the magnitude of what awaited her daughter. “When one is meant to be a mother a way is found,” she said simply as Kate hugged her. “Every child is a miracle.”

They stayed gathered by the grave for a few more minutes and until Kate reminded them that Dorita was likely waiting for them in town. After their final good-byes to Tom the family climbed back into the carriage and drove back for their last night together until some far away night in December.

The Seagrams made a quick stop at Katherine's house to let her change her dress. Ginnie would know to come to the El Parador for dinner since Kate rarely attempted to cook that particular meal. Once they dropped off the buggy at Drover's they walked over to the warm and inviting Cantina and found a table. Conrad Booth soon joins Kate at the table with a wide grin on his face.

He tells her “Dorita's planning for tonight to be special.” Kate replies, “It's already special, you're here,” Kate smiled. “I haven't seen enough of you lately.” He replies, “What can I say, your brother Phillip has been monopolizing my time. I was thankful that your friend Jake took him off my hands for a few hours earlier today. But I'm all yours tonight, I took the night off to be here.” “You won't have to leave early,” Kate said, obviously pleased. “The other Kate in your life will be jealous.”

Others begin arriving, including the Tolucca Family, the Escobar family, the Brown family, Cole Rixton, Meagan O'Hara and her four oldest children, Michael and Patrick Seawell, the Caudell family and Mitchell Berg. With each new arrival Kate become more surprised and pleased. “Dorita's planned a real party, hasn't she? So many people just for us?” He replies, “Your family has made a lasting impression on this town just as you have. Dorita and Pedro wanted to give them a grand send-off. Sandra Wainwright should be along soon to play piano for the group.”

As they are chatting others arrive, including Neil Cassidy, Emery Shaw and his daughter Ellen, Jeff Mills, Rufus Davis and his fiancé Anita Ramirez, Julia Barbeau who joins the Seawells, Derek Avery who joins Liza Brown and her family, and then Kevin and Mary Kelly. The tables are all filled and many people are standing at the bar and long the far wall. Others sit down on the stairwell up to the second floor.

Dorita, Sonoma, Carlos Ramirez, and Pepita Alvarez come out from the kitchen with platters of food for all of the guests while Jose Ramirez and Pedro make sure that everybody's glasses are filled with either wine or juice.

Several times as the Cantina filled up with friends Kate had to wipe her eyes. She drank only juice as the glasses began to be passed around. She wasn't even sure where to go first, so she made her way over to Rufus Davis to congratulate him on his wedding plans. He thanks her and introduces her to Anita. She smiles and says, “It is good to finally meet. My younger brothers Jose and Carlos have mentioned you often.”

Kate says, “They have? I wouldn't have thought I had done much worth mentioning. They were both very kind to me while I lived here. As much as I enjoy having my own home I often miss living here. But you will have your own home together soon. Where will you be living?” She replies, “We have a small home near here already, next to Mother Jiminez's house. Kate replies, “It seems I should have known that, I don't know where my mind has been lately. I'm sure you'll be very happy. I'm looking forward to the grand event on Sunday.”

She then sees notices that Frank and Morgan Condon have come in through the back door and sit down with the three Escobars. The presence of Frank Condon surprised her a bit but knew it would please Dorita and Pedro. She made her way over to the Elven woman. “Dorita this is wonderful. Please, let me help.” Dorita replies, “Oh don't be silly, this night is for you to spend with your family.” Kate leaned over and kissed her cheek. “You are part of my family as well. I hope you'll find some time to show these people how dancing is really done.”

She says, “I will, now that our musicians have arrived.” Dortia gestures to Don and Sandra Wainwright who have just walked in. Don is carrying a fiddle and accompanies Sandra as she heads over to the keyboards. Estaban Fuente comes out of his room carrying his guitar and joins them. “Good!” Kate said and squeezed her hand, then nearly skipped over to the piano where her friend was about to begin playing. “Sandra, thank you. There are plenty of musicians here tonight, so promise me you and Don will dance lately. Hopefully things will calm down soon and we can have a cup of tea together.”

At the Lucky Lady, Jake finishes his meal and makes the short distance back to his house to change into his poker outfit, black linen pants topped by a white silk shirt. A leisurely stroll back to the saloon and on to the night's game. Before the games start, he relates in more detail his conversation with Darla Peacock. It seems slow for a Thursday night, many of their regulars are missing. Jake comments as much during the first break and is told that there is a farewell party for the Kale family who will be departing back east in the morning. “Seems like I should have known that,” he comments to Job.

“Weren't you invited?” his partner asks in return. “I have been mighty distracted of late. It would not surprise me a bit that I was by several people and I just plum do not remember.” Jake swirls his whiskey in his glass before taking another sip. ”Other than riding out with her brother today, I have not really spent any time with them. Just as well, I never have been the kind folks want to introduce to their parents.” Jake adds with a chuckle. “You sell yourself short, Jake. You know how Katherine feels about you.” “I know. I did not mean she was hiding me away. I do not feel bitter about it, I rather prefer it that way.” Jake takes another sip.

Job gives him a curious look, “You are an odd mix, Jake.” Jake returns the look with a smirk. ”I will take that as the compliment it was intended.” He looks across the room at his table. ”Half of that lot will lose their stake or interest by the next break. I will close my table and let you have the remaining players then. That way I can make my late in the evening grand society entrance over at the El Parador. I would not anyone to think I was snubbing them.” Job shakes his head and laughs, “Have it your way, partner.” Job walks to his table to restart his game. “Yes,” Jake says quietly to himself, “I like having it my way.” He drains his whiskey glass, brushes his hand against his Colt and walks back to his own table with a gregarious smile on his face.
 

Chapter Sixty-six, “The Seagram’s Goodbye Party”, Thursday, June1st, 1882, 7:30 P.M.

Back at the El Parador, The music plays for the next hour, with much dancing and revelry. After a while some of the humans depart, including the Condons, Browns and Caudell families. Kate notices that Phillip is spending most of his time in the company of 17-year-old Shannon O'Hara. Meanwhile, a few others arrive including Flint Greymountain and his Indian friend Naki-Yai. Deputy Marshall Neil Cassidy and Marshall Mitchell Berg say their goodbye, stating that they have to go relive Chester and Eduardo who also wish to attend the party.

Kate thanked Mr. Berg and Mr. Cassidy for coming, smiling more brightly than most in the town had ever seen from her. She danced a good deal of that first hour away, going from her father and her brothers to the many friends who claimed a dance, but always landing back with Conrad before too many dances had passed.

She nibbled generously from the plates that were passed around but stayed away from the wine. Finally after nearly and hour and a half she sat down with her parents for a few moments to have a real meal. Chester and Clarisse arrive at the El Parador. He comes over to Kate and winks. “Looks like we missed the dancing.” He tips his hat to her parents. “Evening sir, ma'am. Did you enjoy your trip here?”

Frederick Seagram gives Chester a firm handshake with his good arm. He says, “Yes sir I did, this is a fine town you have here and I think that you will make an excellent Marshall for it.” Chester says, “Thank you, sir. That means a lot to me. Have a safe trip.”

Mrs. Seagram tells Clarisse “I can see why Katherine enjoys it here, most of the people are so nice and accepting.” Clarisse asks, “Are you leaving us on the 9:00 AM stagecoach?” Kate's mother replies, “Heavens no, that goes to Tombstone. I don't think either of us want to ever see that place again.”

Mr. Seagram interjects “We'll let Pickering and his students take that one, we'll board the 10:00 AM stagecoach to Willcox instead. That'll give Phillip a chance to see another western town and still get us to Tucson by the east-board evening train that Pickering will be on as well.” She says, ”Sounds like a good idea. I've never been to Wilcox.”

Jake Cook stands on the porch just out of the light looking into the El Parador Cantina. He nods to himself with some satisfaction that the atmosphere is jovial. Did you expect something else Mr. Cook? Yes. Sadly, he continues thinking to himself, there has been too much turmoil of late.

He does a quick glance about the room, noting where the attention is focused before entering. He walks quietly away from that attention in that curious manner of his that was inconspicuous, nonchalant, and innocuous all at the same time. He leans on the bar as if he had been there all night and says to Pedra in his choppy Spanish, “Saludos mi amigo. Usted tiene una bebida para mí, por favor?” <Translated - Greetings my friend. Do you have a drink for me, please?>

Jake smiles when he sees Pedro reach down beneath the bar and bring up a bottle of Kentucky Bourbon. Pedro pours it into an oversized glass and says, “Jake, it has been far too long since you've joined us. I am glad that you are able to join us here this evening.”

Taken slightly aback by Pedro's sincere and open comment Jake pauses for only a moment, “Uh, Gracias amigo, gracias.” He sips the bourbon and lets a contented, “Ah,” escape his lips. Jake looks down at the floor apparently searching for something before he looks back at Pedro. He meets the Elf's eyes. “I am glad to be here. Among friends.” He raises his glass in salute to him, sighs and then the pensive look on Jake's face transforms back to his gregarious smile.

The party continues for another half hour until Dorita calls for everybody's attention. She gestures to Manuel Gonzales who is standing on the staircase around four steps up. He says, “Pedro, make sure that everybody has something in their hand to toast with.” Pedro is helped by Jose and Carlos Ramirez as well as Grant Keebler to make sure that everybody's glasses are topped off.

Gonzales states, “For the past week we have all had the pleasure of the company of Frederick, Amalie, Henry and Phillip Seagram, the family of our dear friend Katherine Kale. She has been a member of the El Parador family from the moment that she arrived in Promise City and all of our lives are richer for having known her and now we've all had the privilege to see where she learned all of these life values and perspectives from. We wish the Seagrams a safe journey back to Boston and hope to see them visit here again at some point in the future.”

After the cheer died down Frederick lifted his glass again and said, “Our thanks to our gracious hosts, whose kindness leaves no doubt as to why Katherine chose the El Parador for her home. Also to all of you here in the spirit of friendship, as Katherine calls you friend so do we, and find ourselves far richer for it.”

There is a round of applause after Seagram's comment. Dancing then resumes. Phillip and Shannon spend the next half-hour dancing together. Conrad has two dances with Kate followed by a waltz with Mrs. Seagram. Maria Fuente arrives and joins her brother and the Wainwrights with music, playing percussion instruments.

Once Conrad left her to dance with her mother Kate began to wend her way through the room, stopping now and then to smile and laugh with one of the guests. She finally arrived at the bar where Jake was standing, enjoying his usual bourbon. “It's not often that one of us isn't sitting at the piano, we shouldn't let that chance pass by. Care to dance stranger?” Jake sets his glass down on the bar and offers her his hand. With a smirk he asks, “Did your mother forget to warn you about strangers?”

You know I can't resist a stranger in need. And you appear in need of a dance.” As they moved smoothly into the dancers it occurred to Kate that this might be the first time they'd danced together when neither of them was at least half-drunk.

“I haven't seen much of you lately, my fault I suppose. I've been so busy running here and there and I just haven't stopped.” “No faults among friends. You have been busy and I have been trying to stay out of trouble.” Jake turns them to avoid some other dancers. “Not that I have succeeded in staying out of trouble, but I thought I would try it. It sounded like a novel idea.” From the smile on his face Katherine can assume he was attempting to be humorous. She replies, “I get the feeling that you would be bored if you weren't in at least a little bit of trouble. What would you do with yourself? You did look a little lost, perhaps you succeeded in spite of yourself.”

Across town, shrugging off her melancholy Priestess Minerva Florencia plasters a smile to her face and picks up the small tapestry bag containing her flute. “Come Nakomo, It is time for a fiesta!” she says brightly and taking his arm, they stroll over to the Seagrams farewell party.

As the swinging doors of the saloon part before them, she is pleased to see that the party is in full swing. She immediately makes her way to the bar smiles at Pedro and orders a glass of tequilla. As the band strikes up a tango, Manuel Gonzales approaches Minerva and asks her for a dance. Minerva grins broadly and curtsies low before him. She allows Senor Gonzales to lead her onto the dance floor and abandons herself to the most.

At the door the halfling Chumbley enters carrying a stack of newspapers. He makes his way into the center of the dance floor and yells out “Promise City Mirror, only a nickel” Chumbley has to make a mad dash off of the dance floor to keep from being trampled. Kate kept an eye on Chumbley, waiting for him to get close so she could ask him to leave her a paper. Jake does not hide his amusement at having Chumbley chased off the dance floor. Jake just shrugs in response to Katherine's suggest that he looks a little lost. He felt a little lost.

Across the room Clarisse tells Chester, “We'd better sit this one out. With my two left feet I would probably kill you.” Chester smiles and jokes, “I couldn't think of a better way to go, my dear. But I could use a break. Let me see what Chumbley's got there. I'll be right back.” Chester gets up and strolls over to the halfling. He hands the smaller man a nickel. “What's new there Chumbley?”

The halfling replies, “The main story is about the murder in town yesterday, as I lawman I assume that you already know about it. But lots of other interesting news in here, only a nickel” A crowd swarms around Chumbley and he starts selling his pile of papers, with Kate and Chester each getting one.

Minerva is astounded at how spry a man of Gonzales's advancing years is on the dance floor and he leads her around like an elf one-third his age. Sweat glistens from Minerva's brow as the elf twirls and dips her like a much younger man. Hers eyes sparkle as they, oblivious to the others in the room, expertly perform the Spanish dance of lovers. The music ends and with bosom heaving she throws her head back and laughs from the joy of it. At no point during the dance does Gonzales ever indicate any fatigue, but once the dance ends he breaks out in a sweat and has to lean against the nearest table. He smiles and says, “That was wonderful....but I think I need a break.”

She replies, “Si, I have not danced like that since I left Spain. You are a wonderful dancer Senor Gonzales. Now it is time for refreshments. Come I will buy you a drink.” She leads him to the bar and orders two tequilla's. “Gracias Senor, I must admit I was feeling a bit melancholy upon my arrival. Dancing with you has done much to revive my spirit.” she grins and clinks her glass to his.

When the dance ended Jake says to Katherine with a genuine smile, “Well, thank you for salvaging me from the depths of complacency.” Jake bows, purchases a paper from Chumbley mumbling, “...next time do yer hollerin' between dances...” and returns to sit near Katherine. For a smart man our Mr. Chumbley doesn't seem to know when the right time for talking is,” Kate laughed as Jake sat down. Henry appeared over her shoulder and looked down curiously at the paper with her.

Today’s copy of the Promise City Mirror is twelve-pages long, of which seven-and-a-half pages are advertisements. The main story on the front page is that the Crazy-8 ranch owner Claude Buckley was found murdered in town on Wednesday. Town Marshall Mitchell Berg is quoted to say that it is still under investigation so he will not comment at this time. Initial speculation was that Buckley had succumbed to wounds received the previous Saturday at the Promise City Shootout of 1881, however that was contradicted by town undertaker Dick Lester who stated that when the body was discovered along the hills immediately south of town with the man’s throat slashed with a knife. The paper states that Buckley had owned the Crazy-8 Cattle Ranch for sixteen months and that he will be buried in a private ceremony on the property.

There are two other stories on the front page, both of which continue on interior pages. Once concerns the morning’s solar eclipse and has considerable information derived from Pickering’s lecture. The other story is about the election, detailing what Judge Isby had gone over at the meeting the previous day. The story emphasizes that all voters must be registered by Sunday at 5:00 P.M. at the latest.

A story on page two talks about the dedication ceremony for the Niles Hoover Memorial School, planned for noon on Friday. Another story on that same page mentions the production of ‘Romeo and Juliet’ that Josephine Marcus will be directing. It states that anybody interested in being in the production should stop by the Gay Lady Variety Hall and Saloon between 2:00 and 5:00 PM on Friday or the Lucky Lady Dance Hall and Saloon between 1:00 and 4:00 P.M. on Saturday. Clarisse says to Chester, “I should try out for this. I love performing.” Chester replies, “Then do it. You'll do a wonderful job.”

A story on page four talks about the new Promise City Volunteer Fire Department. It has quotes from Fire Marshall Jeff Mills and Deputy Fire Marshall Judge Lacey. They talk about how both Drover’s Livery and Wells Fargo have generously offered the use of mounts to pull the Fire Wagon when needed. It lists that those who have signed up to be volunteer firemen thus far to be Rudy Baines, Neil Cassidy, Gem Calhoun, Mathias Danboy, Coolie Fagan, Boston Harker, Sampson Hill, Don Hudson, Peter Lovelace, Burton Lumley, Sam Slade and Josiah Young. ‘Coyote’ Kay Kaufman also signed on as the only volunteer firewoman.

A short story on page five discusses the altercation between Frank Condon and Bill Watkins at the previous day’s meeting. A related adjacent story contains the family history that Manuel Escobar had talked to Frank Condon about, with a few additional quotes from Manuel’s wife Rosita.

A story on page eight mentions that Deputy Sheriff Colin Hunter is planning to run for Town Marshall. Due to the time that he will need to spend campaigning County Sheriff Johnny Behan has assigned two of his other deputies to Promise City, those being Deputy Sheriffs Dave Nagel and Frank ‘Buckskin’ Leslie. Chester mutters, “Great. Like foxes guarding the henhouse.”

The only political advertisement is a half-page ad by Burton Lumley announcing that he is running for Councilman as an independent candidate. He states that as President of the Promise City Merchant’s Association he has always listened to and supported those with diverse opinions and outlooks and that he will continue to do so in the future.

As always, the back page is a full-page ad for the Palace Saloon. It offers a coupon for a free drink on Saturday night and promises a rematch at 10:45 P.M. between the pugilist Finnegan and Boston Harker. It also states that immediately after the boxing match there will be a rally for the Liberty Political Party, which will promote a slate of candidates who support liberty so that Promise City can continue to be free of restrictions and boundaries that the Vigilance Committee wishes to force upon the populace. Chester says, ”Hmm. Clarisse, have you heard of this Liberty party? Do you know who's in it?” Clarisse replies, “No, but if the first meeting is at the Place Saloon on a Saturday night I can guess.”

Jake snorts derisively when he reads the part about Colin Hunter. “It takes two deputies to replace him? I find that hard to believe. That is just an excuse for what is left of the Cowboy Gang to have more friendly lawmen in town during the election.” Jake closes the paper with a quiet, “Mierde,” pushes back his chair and retrieves his bourbon. “I believe you were looking for some trouble?” Kate said.

“This could be trouble for us. Just yesterday I spent the evening advertising our involvement in the killings of quite a few members of the Cowboy Gang. Frank Leslie could be holding all kinds of grudges.” “Yes, that could be a problem. I am more worried about the money man behind it all. No matter how many McLaurys, Claibornes and Ringo’s I put bullets in, he can hire more.” Jake takes a rather large drink of his bourbon. “The problem is the money.”

Kate comments, “Fisk. He at least has done some of the sponsoring before. So how do we choke off that flow? How do we even find out where the trail starts?” “That my dear Mrs. Kale,” Jake says while looking up at the source of the newspaperman's stare, “is exactly what I have been unable to find out since the Cowboy Gang trouble came to my doorstep.” Kate says, “Conrad might know some about Fisk's investments. He used to deal at the Long Branch I think. It's a place to start.”

Jake nods, “Good idea.” He is quiet and strokes his beard for a couple of minutes and finally says, “Did Buckley decide to keep his ranch out of the town?” Chester says, “Yes. And he was part of that mob Saturday night. I don't think I got to tell you. When I was nursing the men after the fight I checked the wounds of one of the mob. I noticed something odd about his belt buckle so I pulled it off. It was hiding his condition. He was hideously burned. I think he was at that ranch when we burned it, which means Gang members were in that mob.”

Across the room Chumbley continues to sell newspapers. He then drops the bundle and stares up at the staircase as he sees an attractive female halfling is now descending from the second floor. Chester nudges Clarisse, “Well, will you look at that. Chumbley's speechless. Too bad photographs take so long to take. That's a sight worth keeping.”

Clarisse playfully slaps Chester's arm. “Stop that. Don't be so mean to him. He's just enthusiastic.” The female halfling descends to the bottom of the staircase. She smiles and Chumbley and walks up to him. She says, “You must be the Hezekiah B. Chumbley who is the Editor of the Promise City Mirror.” He just nods in reply as a bead of sweat emerges from his forehead.

Jake glances back to the look on Chumbley's face and mumbles, “Hermes, I hope that does not lead to more of him.” “It will be a year before there'd be any tiny babies with hairy feet,” Kate chuckled. “My, you're a quiet one,” the female halfling states. Chumbley nods yes. She asks, “And would you like to know who I am?” He nods no. She replies, “I am Susan Colter, my friends call me Sydney Sue.”

Chumbley's facial expression changes and he states, “I've heard of you! You lived here in town last year. You and your brother worked for an English Lord who is one of the owners of the Liberty Hill Mine.” She replies, “A Lord who was one of the owners, he's lost his fortune and so I bought out his share of the Liberty Hill. As a mine owner I'm planning to stick around for a while.”

Chester chuckles, “Well that didn't last long. He's back to normal. As far as this Liberty party, I just realized that Adair is most likely behind them. Ah well. No need to go to that meeting, then. So tell me about Romeo and Juliet. Sounds familiar.” Clarisse tells him the basic plot and parts she'd like to play. He replies, “It's right up your alley then. Miss Marcus is putting on the show, so there'll be singing.” Chester wonders if he should tell Jake and Kate about what happened at the Crazy 8 today. The Marshall didn't say anything to Chumbley, so Chester decides to keep a lid on it for now.

Josephine Marcus enters the El Parador. She glances around the room until she see Conrad Booth, who she walks over to and starts to chat with. As she spoke to Jake, Kate noticed Miss Marcus come in and head over to Conrad. An unexpected spark of jealousy flared up before Katherine could crush it. She took a deep breath and focused back on Jake.

Jake nods and is quiet again. Finally, “So why was Buckley murdered I wonder. Is Wyatt still around and think he was a Cowboy? Or did he anger the wrong person by refusing to join the town? Maybe neither.” Jake looks back at Katherine, “Did the burned wizard live?” She says, “I don't remember. They took him away on a cart, I can't even remember if he was alive or dead then.”

Kate looked around and dropped her voice even lower. “Wyatt Earp is in the area. He left his horse at the ranch. Gave Flint $100 and told him to keep quiet about it.” She looked over her shoulder at Henry. “It seemed safer not to upset the man by spreading it around.” Jake says,
“I agree, stay away from him. He will just continue to cause deaths directly and indirectly from revenge.”

“I'll be at the Lady tomorrow night to help out. I'll ask a couple questions and try to recall Saturday's details better. We can try to hash out this mess tomorrow night. Until then, it's a party,” Kate finished with a smile. “So enjoy it! And I expect at least one more dance before you leave.” She excused herself and walked over to where Conrad was standing with Josephine Marcus. “My dear,” she said casually as she could as she joined them. “The play?” Conrad says, “Yes, I'll be playing the part of Romeo opposite Miss. West's Juliet. Miss Marcus is the director. She's asked me to join her tomorrow and Saturday for the tryouts.”

Kate quoted:
“Oh, Romeo, Romeo,
Wherefore art thou Romeo?
Deny thy father and refuse thy name,
Or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn, my love,
And I'll no longer be a Capulet,”

She adds, “At least you'll be spared the tryouts for the main parts. But Promise City does seem to have an unusual number of talented people.” Conrad replies, “Yes, and you apparently are quite familiar with the play yourself. Are you going to try out for the play, or should I just consider you to be the main understudy for all of the female roles?”

“I've never acted, I have no idea if I even could. It might be fun but I think I have quite enough on my plate for now. I've read the play many times, beautiful and sad. I could probably pitch in if you had an emergency.” She squeezed his hand and said, “I could certainly help you study your lines.” Conrad replies, “Whether we study them together or not you will always be the Juliet to my Romeo.....although I think I'll hope for a happier ending.” “Better I should be the Viola to your Orsino or the Portia to your Bassanio. Although truthfully I’d rather you didn't borrow money to woo me,” she teased.

He smiles and says, “Twelfth Night was always a favorite of mine. And I don't have to borrow money, haven't you heard? I'm a wealthy gambler.” “I've heard that rumor. I even heard one where you took a young lady for a scandalous overnight stay in New York City.” Kate laughed, trying to keep the mood between them light. Perhaps only she felt the tingle deep in the stomach that wanted to be closer; more private. “We should certainly study your lines together,” she finished, flushed. “You know, there is a scene in Romeo and Juliet where they dance. Might you need the practice?”

“What a wonderful suggestion,” Conrad states as he reaches for Kate's hands. She gave them happily and they moved out onto the floor. Kate was well aware that she was not being circumspect about their relationship but for this night she didn't care. After all, kissing on the dance floor at the festival hadn't been subtle either.

“How have you and Henry and Phillip gotten on?” Conrad replies, “Henry and your parents are about the same as before. They seem to like me but still have concerns about my intentions towards you. After what took place with that Tombstone fire Henry appears to have greater respect for me than when we were in Boston, actually, that's mutual. Phillip, ah Phillip, he wants to be my next best friend. He's a good kid but he still has a lot of growing up to do. Between San Francisco and here I'm used to twenty-year-olds having a higher level of maturity. All-in-all, his hero worship of me is good for my ego so I guess I shouldn't complain.”

She says, “It will take time. I want to prove I can take care of myself, so for now my money stays safely in Boston unless I need it for Ginnie. Imagine what might happen if the men in this town realized that I have money of my own tucked away. In fact, after my family has been here some might assume that.... My point is that they're protective. This visit will go a long way in assuaging their fears.

Phillip,” she laughed. “He's always been excitable, curious, and life in Boston just a bit too staid for him. You live a life he finds fascinating. The worship will wear off. He'll go to college this year and do some more growing up. For now he seems to be enchanted with a young Irish girl,” she finished with a smile.

Conrad says, “Yes, I've noticed, Mrs. O'Hara's eldest daughter. I wouldn't worry too much about that. She's young but has a higher level of maturity as well, I doubt there will be anything further. Let the boy enjoy his last night in town.” “Perhaps she'll give him a little something to think about,” Kate smiled. “There's something to be said for not growing up too fast. He'll enjoy the rest of his trip, and after college he'll have a better idea of where he wants to be.”
 

Chapter Sixty-seven, “Jake’s Visitor”, Thursday, June1st, 1882, 9:30 P.M.

After Kate had left Henry slid into her seat and looked at Jake. “She told us about the things she's done here, but.... Earp is squeezing her for everything he can get in return for pulling me out of that fire,” he said bitterly. “Why doesn't that man just leave her alone?” Jake answers, ”Because he wants his revenge more than anything or anyone. A man who hates that much and is that focused on killing cannot be reasoned with.” Henry replies, “Then maybe he needs to be put down. The man's dangerous.”

Josephine Marcus makes her way over to Jake. She smiles and says, “Care for a dance Mr. Cook?” “Why yes, I think I would.” Jake stands and dances with her. Henry nodded as Jake got up to dance, then his face settled into an unfamiliar scowl. The dance continues fine for the first two-thirds of the song. Josephine then changes position, leaning in far closer to Jake and then moving her mouth towards the side of his neck. Jake pretends not to notice.

Josephine raises her head up and when her lips are immediately below Jake's ear she softly whispers “Wyatt wants to see you.” He says, “Lucky me.” A few more dance steps later he adds, “What about?” She whispers back, “I don't know but it's important. He wouldn't risk coming to town otherwise.” He says, “Mierde.” Another couple of steps. He asks, “He is in town? He is loco.” A few more steps. “How do I see him?” Josie replies, “He's waiting for you over at your house.” The music ends and he says, “Thank you for the dance, it truly is my lucky day.”

Josie releases Jake and says, “Please don't get him angry. He's...well...rather agitated these days.” He says, “Thanks for the advice. Though I have heard the only thing to do with good advice is to pass it on; it is never of any use to oneself.” She replies, “I'll see you on Saturday then.” Josie then heads over to the bar and orders herself a glass of wine.

Jake hangs around the Cantina for a while longer. He finds a few quiet moments first with the priestess Minerva and then with Chester. He tells them both what he and Katherine suspect about the burned Cowboy wizard and what Jake suspects about the Crazy8 rancher's death. He also tells them if it was about not joining town then Phillips could be at risk too. He does not tell them about Wyatt Earp waiting for him.

When Jake tells him about what he suspects in the rancher's death, Chester reconsiders what he was going to do. He tells Jake about Buckley's ranch hands getting shot. “We're looking for a guy with a brown jacket riding an Appaloosa. But keep this under your hat. We don't want a panic among the people not joining the town.” Jake says, “I will not be telling anyone, just those of us that were involved in the Cowboy war. An Appaloosa, huh. Should not be too hard to find out what folks around here have one of those, eh Marshall?” Chester replies, ”Hey, hey. We haven't even had the election yet. But, we'll be checking out the local stables.”

“Marshal, Deputy Marshall, it is all the same to me. Just be careful. I will talk to you later.” He pats Chet on the shoulder and mingles some more. Before he leaves for the evening, Jake sits with Katherine's brother Henry for a minute. When they are alone he says quietly to the brooding man, “Wyatt Earp is a fanatic with no fear, a cool head under fire, a fine shot and has some remarkable luck. I do not know how your luck is, but you are none of the other things. Do not go after him for your sister's sake, that would only be courting your own death.”

Jake swirls his drink around and takes a sip. “Try imagining looking up from a six foot hole at all your loved ones looking down at you just before they begin shoveling dirt. Maybe that will quench your appetite for meddling with that demon of a man.” Henry looked startled for a minute. “I got to imagine that after the fire. I had to write my wife and tell her I almost died. Believe me, I have no delusions about going after Earp myself but I won't shed any tears over him when his luck finally runs out. He's tortured Katie enough, she shouldn't have to give in to him just because he saved me.”

“We will all keep an eye on Katherine. She is an easy touch, that is why the likes of Wyatt Earp and Johnny Ringo latch onto her. Wyatt will not push too hard, he may be fearless but he is no idiot. He cannot achieve his revenge with the entire town after him.” At least I want to believe he does not think so, Jake thinks to himself. Henry lifted his eyes and looked around the room full of people, all here because they cared about his sister. “I know you'll all watch out for her, as you have before. She's told us all about it. I hope you're right and the man hasn't lost all sense.”

“Hermes, I hope she did not tell you everything!” Jake says with mock embarrassment. “You do the hoping for us, while I work on getting us out of trouble. Good night Henry, safe trip to you and your family.” “Most women keep a secret or two,” Henry said, finally cracking a smile and shaking Jake's hand. “I'm glad she's not alone. Thank you. Luck to you too.”

Jake gathers up his hat and coat, makes the rounds of good night and farewells. He pauses for a short time on the porch imagining that it was his family in the room. It was easy to do with Katherine there, looking so like Virginia.

No, he thinks, it could never be like that. Then he laughs, a loud raucous laugh. He had searched for regret or remorse and there was none. He had chosen his path and there was no looking back. He was who he was by the choices he made. I do not pass judgment on myself, I have no time to waste on that. It is much more important to enjoy the journey. With that he turns and walks to his house, buttoning the top half of his duster as he goes.

Chester and Clarisse go back to dancing. Tomorrow was the search for a killer. but tonight, he could take his mind off things. After their current dance Kate and Conrad separated and she went to see her teacher. Earlier in the evening he'd been having an energetic dance with Miss Florencia, and now he was sitting having a glass of wine. “It was very kind of you to get this party up for us,” she said as she joined him. “It's going to be strange after they go away.”

Gonzales says, “They are good people. Between our visits to Boston and their trip here we've now seen them three times in as many months. Fear not, we will see them again. But right now they need to return, Henry should be back with his wife and children and from what I here Phillip will stay here for good unless you get him away soon.”

“I wouldn't be surprised if after college he decides to move West. This life would suit him better, but there's enough of Papa in him that he's not going to skip his chance at college. He's different than last fall when I left and I don't think he's done changing.”

Kate looked over at the dance floor where here parents were taking a turn around the floor. They looked relaxed and happy, and very different than when they danced in Boston. Every time she had seen them dance before there was a formality, as always in society. It was good to see that shell shed and the real people beneath enjoying themselves. Kate sighed softly. “Well Grandpere, are you going to dance with me?”

He replies, “Of course I will, but no tangos please, our Priestess just about wore me out earlier. And speaking of the Priestess, has anybody approached Miss. Florencia yet about running for a Town Council position? It seems to me she's more-or-less been in that role ever since she arrived in town, we might as well make it official.” She says, “I don't think anyone has, but I'm not in a position to know. It's an excellent idea; only Fisk and Adair's faction would be actively against her. She has been a leader since the day she got here, although she might prefer to be exclusively a priestess, I don't know.”

Gonzales replies, “Well she can always ask her church officials about it too when they arrive. I believe that I heard a rumor that they will be here early next week.” Kate says, “Really? Have you heard why? Having to do with the election perhaps?” He replies, “No, not the election, just continued training for the Priestess I think. The Flagstaff priest is a friend of Manny Escobar's and write him that he would be coming for a visit along with that Bishop who was here at the festival.”

Kate nodded. “You know, I have every reason to trust them after how they helped us last March but I still....” She toyed with the gold bracelet around her wrist, the one from the temple in Greece. She shook her head and sighed. “They're not coming for me, so I needn't worry over it.
Come, this song is a bit slower. I won't be satisfied until I get a dance.”

They dance together for two dances, Kate enjoying the comfort of the closeness to her teacher. Kate's father then approaches and says, “Would you mind if I cut in.” Gonzales steps back and Frederick Seagram steps in. As the dance begins he tells his daughter “I am very proud of you.”

Kate's smile brightened her whole face. “Thank you, Papa. I've tried, sometimes it hasn't gone so well but it's getting better.” He replies, “Look around this room daughter. These people may be here to say goodbye to us, but in truth, you are the reason why they are all here.” Minerva and Nakomo make their way over to Kate's mother before they depart for home.

Minerva says, “Senora Seagram, . I hope that you can make it back this way again so that we can get to know one another better. Your daughter will be sad to see you go, but having you hear has done her a world of good.” She looks over to where Katherine is dancing with her father. “It has been some time since I have seen her so happy and at ease. Will you be back for the birth of her son?”

Kate shook her head. Mrs. Seagram says, “Actually we're hoping that she will come to Boston in December for that.” “That is a wonderful idea. I am sure that she will feel much more secure in Boston with her family. I am sure that giving birth must be a bit frightening, especially in a backwoods town such as this. We will take good care of her until then.” she reaches out and hugs the woman.

“Adios, Senora Seagram. May the gods see you safely to your door.” Nakomo extends his hand. “It was a pleasure to meet you Mrs. Seagram.” Minerva and Nakomo say good night to their friends as they move to the door and head home. “It's the El Parador. Dorita, Pedro, Mr. Gonzales. They made a family here and they don't have a party without gathering all of it. They're good people. This is what a community should be.”

Seagram replies, “The Figures family are better than good people, they are everything that people should be. And what you have done, promoting the multi-racial school, helping to convince the Merchant's Association to accept all races, setting the example by partnering your ranch with three different races, that Katherine is commendable and you should be as proud of yourself as I am. I could not have asked for more.”

Kate blushed and was quiet for a minute. “I've only done what's right, Papa, but I'm glad I haven't disappointed you. What I am proud of is having been strong enough to do the right thing even when it's not the easy thing. Even then, when there is a place like this to come back to it's not hard.”

He replies, “Just be careful Princess, as nice as things are here at the El Parador that isn't the same with the others in town. Today's newspaper talks of a murder we remember all too well last Saturday's mob scene. Stay close to Mr. Gonzales and your other friends, they will help to keep you safe.”

“I have every reason in the world to take care, and I will. We all take care of each other.”

As the song ended Freidrich kissed Kate on the forehead, then gave her a long hug which she returned just as fiercely. It was getting late, and another hour passed before only the residents of the Cantina remained with Kate, Conrad, and her family.

It was close to midnight when Kate and Conrad stepped outside into the moonless dark. He took her arm as they walked slowly toward her house. “I hate to speak of such a thing on such a lovely night,” Kate said, “but might you have an idea of just what Hamilton Fisk has financial interest in around town?

Conrad embraces Kate and says, “You are correct, that is not a conversation for tonight. Discussions of him can wait until tomorrow. Right now just concern yourself with your family and seeing them safely away. I will meet you at noon for the dedication ceremony of the school. After that we can get a bite to eat and talk of town issues then.”

“Alright, it can wait until tomorrow. I was just afraid if I didn't ask tonight, I'd forget to ask at all. I seem to be terribly absent-minded lately.” She laid her cheek against his chest and held him close for a few moments. A familiar flutter began in her stomach. “I should go inside and get some rest. Kiss me before you go?” He leans over and gives her a long passionate kiss. He says, “I'll walk you in. I'll say my goodbyes to your family tonight, I'm unlikely to awaken in time to see them off tomorrow.”

They head back into the El Parador and Conrad goes from person to person, giving firm handshakes to Frederick and Henry Seagram and hugs to Ameilie and Phillip Seagram. He then heads back to his house. Kate leaned against a table, her knees feeling just a bit weak. As Conrad said good-bye to her family she recovered her breath. Her Father and Henry had the good sense not to say anything to her about it as they walked her back to her house. They left her there with hugs and wishes for a good night's sleep.

After leaving the El Parador Jake walked unhurriedly, makes some noise opening his door and only lights a single light in the main room. He consciously keeps his hand away from his Colt. As the room fills with light Jake sees Wyatt Earp sitting comfortably in the nicest chair in the main room. He is dressed in dark clothing. The leather jacket looks a little big on him and the dark hat has more wear than the one that Wyatt has worn before. His guns are holstered and his rifle is leaning against the wall four feet from where he is seated.

“My, Ruby, you look horrible...” Jake moves the light so it will not illuminate Earp's face brightly if someone was looking in the window but not so dark that he cannot judge the former lawman's expressions. ”... did you finish making yourself at home, or were you waiting for me to pour you a drink?”

Earp stares up at Jake, a humorless expression on his face. Jake gets a good enough look at the eyes to confirm that it is indeed Wyatt Earp he is speaking too. Earp states, “I haven't touched anything other than the door and this chair. I am not a thief, it was just too dangerous for me to remain outside. Josie indicated that Ruby was away, otherwise I wouldn't have come here at all. I would not harm your woman Cook.”

Jake nods in understanding. Because you respect me, or do not want me as an enemy? Jake does not let his face betray his thoughts. “No, I do not think you are a thief. Excuse my manners, having fugitives in my parlor is a tad distracting. Do you want a drink?” Earp replies, “No thank you. I won't keep you long, but I have some important information for you. The lives of your friends depend upon it.” Jake says, “Well then, I am listening.”

Earp says, “Tell your friend Mrs. Kale that I appreciate her watching my horse for me. Good thing too, otherwise I wouldn't have been around there today and seen two of the Thayer boys watching her ranch with binoculars from the hill to the southwest. I honestly don't know what they were doing but Fisk owns that particular hill. She should be careful going forward.

So I followed those two back to the Thayer Ranch. One of them then rode over to the Circle-8 so I followed him at that point. Cook, there is more than one group of former Cowboy Gang members at play here. Fisk appears to be working directly with the Thayer Ranch. The Circle-8 Ranch seems to be aligned with another faction, I don't know who is calling the shots there.

The safest thing for your friends to do is to just let these outlaws kill each other off. Tell your friends to stay out of it. Your friends Berg and Martin would both lying in some unmarked grave out at the Circle-8 if I hadn't intervened earlier today. Those ranches won't part of this town until at least election day. Your lawmen friends should just stay away from those places.”

“I understand Martin saw someone riding away on an Appaloosa from the Circle8 after the shooting. That horse is now too easy to track.” Jake helps himself to a whiskey and leaves a glass next to the open bottle. “If you change your mind.” He swirls it and continues, “Phillips and the Circle8 declined to join the town. So the Circle8 stays out of town jurisdiction.” Jake takes the newspaper out of his pocket and gives it to Earp. “You might find some of that useful. At least it will keep you good to your word about not being a thief and having to steal a newspaper.”

Jake takes a sip and looks Earp right in the eyes, “Did you kill Buckley?” Earp thumbs through the paper before replying. He then says, “No, I didn't kill him. A knife to the throat isn't my style. I did hear the rumor that he was dead. I'm honestly not planning to stick around here much longer. Only three men are left who had a hand in Morgan's death. Two of them, Bronco Madson and Charlie Villers, are both now working for Thayer. The other one is Frank Leslie, who I see is now coming to town. Tempting, but killing a man with a badge no matter how corrupt he is would not be in my best interest.

Then there's also the matter of the wizards who betrayed my gang and caused Warren's death. Apparently both Duprey and her teacher left town shortly thereafter. Duprey sent letters to the Gay Lady from Tucson, so I guess I'll be heading off to there once I finish with these few loose ends still here.”

Jake shakes his head. “I do not know who betrayed you, intentionally or otherwise. I find it hard to believe Duprey would dare do it. I am not going to attempt to stop you but is seems to me she was terrified of you. Too terrified to take any action on her own. People like Madge Duprey do not do those kinds of things unless they are full of hate or despair. I do not think she knows either emotion very well.” Jake takes another sip of whiskey. “Of course you might know that better than I.”

Jake is quiet for a moment before he asks, “I am certainly not one untarnished enough to be judgmental, but I am curious. Do you care if in your revenge spree you directly or indirectly kill anyone innocent of any harm to your family?”

Earp replies, “Today I killed both Gordy Bryson and Denny Garvin. As far as I know neither of them were involved with my family's deaths. But if I hadn't shot them when I did both Berg and Martin would now be dead, so I would hardly call them innocent. But it is not my responsibility to kill every Cowboy Gang member. I'm also tempted to stick around to find out why they were watching your friends' ranch, and then there's Josie, she'll be here for a few more weeks.

I still have these loose ends to clean up so that my brothers can rest in peace. When Josie leaves this Territory I will as well, probably for good. Until then I will do what I can to help where I can. Just watch your back Cook, Fisk is determined to become this town's Mayor by any means possible.”

Jake nods again. “That he does. I am certain he would like nothing better than to have me on the list of those in unmarked graves. I wish I knew more about why he is so bent on owning Promise City. I mean beyond the simple power that it will give him to do as he sees fit. I just have to wonder if there is something bigger. After all he has bought up half the county or at least it seems.”

Earp replies, “He's probably trying to do what Curly Bill and the Clantons were unable to, control the county through fear and intimidation.” Earp stands and says, “I should be going now. Good luck Cook.” “Luck to you as well.” Jake downs the last of the whiskey he poured for himself. “You can take some food with you, but since I do not cook there is only some bread and jerky in the house. It is in the kitchen if you want it. Take your time leaving if you like,” Jake says as he extinguishes the oil lamp. He speaks no more as he carefully climbs the stairs. Jake hears Earp exit from the back door.

Jake sits quietly in the dark for several long minutes, listening. Once enough time has passed that Earp is likely long gone and trouble from others looking for Earp is unlikely he gets undressed. “It is nights like these that got me into the habit of hanging you here,” he says to his Colt as he loops the gunbelt over the bedpost, the pistols handgrip pointing towards him. It is a long while of many varied thoughts wandering in and out of his mind before he finally gives in to sleep.
 

Chapter Sixty-eight, “The Dedication Ceremony”, Friday, June 2nd , 1882,

Chester wakes up the next morning and goes to the Marshal’s Office. Berg is there with Helen Barker. “Morning, Helen, Mitch. Any ideas on who killed those ranch hands? Garvin dropped his rifle. He wasn't going to shoot. It's probably the same guy who killed Buckley.”

Berg says, “I was thinking the same thing. I stopped by to see Fisk, he was Buckley's attorney so I thought I'd find out who the Crazy-8 was left to. He wouldn't talk, said that was none of my business, as the Crazy-8 is outside of my jurisdiction. He basically told me to back off the investigation, that he'd take it up with the County Sheriff's men. This shows how much we really need this Incorporation, we can't have two different overlapping groups of lawman with different agendas.”

Chester says, "I hear you boss. With their links to the Cowboys, the Sheriff'll sweep this under the rug. I guess we'll just have to look into Buckley's death on our end. You're still the Marshall, so the town's your responsibility."

Jake finally drags himself out of bed after hiding his head from the sun for an hour or so. He has a leisurely breakfast of Mrs. Smith's cooking and then spends the time registering to vote. Afterwards he relaxes on the porch of his house hoping for Chester Martin to pass by on his rounds. When the Deputy Marshall finally walks by, Jake stands and moves to walk along side him, "Good morning Chet, mind if I join you?"

"Sure Jake. You're up early this morning," Chet replies "Yes," the gambler replies almost scowling at the sun. "Do not get used to it." Chet laughs at that. "There must be a reason you are up so early?" "Naturally." Jake walks with him another few paces before he says, "Let me make it clear that what I am going to say is to my friend Chet Martin, not to the Deputy Marshall. What Chet does with that information is up to him but I will not be admitting to it to any lawman or in court." Chester puts his hand over his badge for a second. He looks around before saying, "I catch your drift, Jake. The lawman's taking a break. What's on your mind."

"A little bird told me..." Jake chuckles, "gods what a stupid expression. Anyway, this bird gave me some information. Fisk has enlisted Thayer and his men to do his dirty work. There appear to be at least two factions still of the Cowboy gang. Fisk and Thayer are part of one, and the Circle 8 ranch seems to be part of another. For some reason, Thayer's men are watching Pete's ranch. I have not told Katherine that yet, but I will when I see her today. The desperado who shot the men at the Circle 8 while you were there did it only to save you and Berg from them. That desperado did not cut Buckley's throat. The little bird did suggest that you and Berg stay away from the Circle 8 and other outlying areas. The bird seems to believe that these Cowboy gang factions are fighting among themselves and that it would be beneficial to let them kill each other off. I think that is about it."

Chester answers, "Your little bird knows quite a bit. If he still talks to this 'desperado,' tell him thanks from me and the Marshall for saving our necks. We completely misread the lay of the land. Did you tell Berg this, too?" "No. If I see him today I will likely tell him some of it but not all. Stop by the Lucky Lady tonight if you have time. Enjoy you day, Deputy." Chester gets up and says, "I should have time. Have yourself a good day, too."

Despite their wishes Kate had spent another night dreaming odd dreams. She still felt refreshed in the morning and went smiling in to the schoolroom to start her day. Kate is momentarily surprised when the students and teachers begin to arrive all wearing their best Church clothes. Meghan says to Kate, “It wouldn't do to have them dressed in any less for the dedication ceremony at noon. I'm thinking that we should perhaps dispense with regular afternoon lessons, have the children go home to eat and change into play clothes, then spend the remainder of the afternoon with educational outdoor games.”

Kate says, “I was thinking something similar. It's going to be difficult enough to keep their attention this morning, although the ceremony is probably not as exciting to them as the eclipse. I still have all the toys and equipment I bought for the festival and since we're right at the edge of town we have plenty of room. I feel I owe you an apology. I've been so distracted this week that my mind hasn't been here where it belongs. You've done everything for the ceremony, done so much here. I truly appreciate everything.”

Meghan replies, “You're being silly. Your family has been visiting for the last week, that's where you've needed to focus. Mollie and I have done fine. Between my helping professors at the University in Belfast and her fifteen-years of marriage to a schoolteacher we've both seen how to organize and run things. It's nice to finally be able to do that for ourselves.” “Alright,” Kate smiled. “Things fell out better than I could have hoped. I'm very lucky to have both of you here. And now since we all seem to be in our best clothes, I should run upstairs and put on a fancier dress. Oh, I nearly forgot. My family will be leaving on the ten o'clock coach this morning. I hope you won't mind if I run out to see them off. I shouldn't be gone long.”

Meghan smiled and waved her off. “What did I just say? Go get changed, the rest of the students will be here soon.” Kate followed orders and ran upstairs. She put the green dress Ruby had given her, noticing once again that it was getting tight. She had started out so small that just the few pounds she had added were quickly making her wardrobe obsolete. But for today she was still alright. Kate hurried back downstairs, and was just in time to see the last students arriving and get started for the day.

The morning's lessons go by quickly. Meghan and Mollie relieve Kate at a quarter-to-ten so that she can head up the street to Drover's Livery to say goodbye to her family before the stagecoach departs. Kate excused Ginnie from her lessons for the moment and they both dashed over to Drover's to find her family just arriving there as well. Henry had shed the sling he'd worn during his stay, and Phil was looking a bit forlorn. “I'd say I thought you were actually going to miss me, but I think I'd be closer to the mark if I said you were going to miss Promise City and Shannon O'Hara,” Kate teased him.

Phillip teases back saying, “Yes, I wish I had met her at the beginning of my visit here instead of the end of it.” Each member of the family give both Kate and Ginnie a long hug. Zack Morand and the half-elf Julio O'Grady have the luggage all secured and are ready to depart.

Kate gave another round of hugs, kissing everyone on the cheek. She lingered a bit with Henry and then her father. “I'll see you here again in December,” she said finally, swallowing back tears. Her father squeezed her hand and kissed her forehead one more time saying, “I love you, Katie. Be so very careful,” before he climbed into the coach with the others. “J'taime, Maman,” Kate called as the coach started forward. “I love you.” They all waved for a few moments until the coach was well on its way. Ginnie silently handed her a handkerchief to wipe the tears she hadn't realized were falling. Kate took her girl's hand as they walked back to the school.

The morning classes go by rather quickly and it is soon noontime. A large crowd has gathered outside of the school for the ceremony. Not surprisingly, many of them are the same people who were at the El Parador the night before. All of the employees of the Lucky Lady are also present, the saloon apparently being closed due to the occasion.

The five members of the Committee for Racial Equality step forward. Neil Cassidy says “Ladies, gentlemen, youngsters, I welcome you all here today for the dedication of the Niles Hoover Memorial School. Niles was a brave man who just a week ago shared in our company. He was instrumental in the founding of our Committee to promote all races. This school is a testament to what he believed in and shows that he did not die in vain. Children will be educated here for generations, getting a chance to learn that everybody, regardless of race and gender, should have the opportunity for an education.”

Roger Fly and Rufus Davis each move ladders up to the front of the building on either side of the main doorway. Travis Calhoun and Cole Rixton then climb up the ladders while the other two men continue to hold them steady. Neil Cassidy then takes the large wooden sign, five feet long by fifteen-inches high and still covered with a sheet and hands it up to the construction worker and the carpenter. Calhoun and Rixton slip the sheet over the back and side while making sure that the center is still covered and nail it onto the building above the door.

They climb down, and Neil Cassidy calls Kate forward. He hands her the bottom of the sheet and says “As Headmaster of the school and owner of the building we invite you to do the unveiling.” There was a bright flush to Kate's cheeks as she stepped forward and took hold of the sheet.

“I have not Mr. Cassidy's eloquence so I will simply say thank you to all of you who have helped and supported this school from it's earliest inception to this moment. What began as a solitary project has quickly become a community effort and something Mr. Hoover would be proud of. And I am proud to dedicate this school and its philosophies to his memory.”

With that Kate tugged on the sheet. It slipped away from the sign in ripples reminding her of the unveiling of the sign for the Lucky Lady. She looked up at the beautiful sign that now adorned the front door of their school. The bottom was square, but the top curved gently upward. The background was painted white, while the raised letters and intricately carved border had been carefully painted brick red. In slightly stylized letters it read “Niles Hoover Memorial School” and below that in smaller letters, “Est. May 1882.” Kate turned to Mr. Cassidy and shook his hand. “Thank you,” she said.

Niles says, “One more person asked to speak today, Nile's nephew Herbert.” The boy comes forward accompanied by Stanley Barker. He takes out a sheet of paper but barely glances to it as he speaks. Up until this point he has acted shy around people but there is no hint of bashfulness today as the boy stands before the crowd and says:

“Thank you all for being here. I have not had the pleasure yet of meeting many of you, but the fact that you are here today shows that you are indeed true friends of my Uncle Niles and therefore by extension a friend of mine as well. Back when I was born my Uncle Niles lived in West Branch Iowa with his two brothers. Of the three brothers he knew that life there was not for him. My father was the town blacksmith and my other Uncle took up farming, but he set off out west to make his own fame and fortune.

He was my favorite relative. I last saw him eighteen-months ago at my father's funeral. I was looking forward to spending the summer here with him and am saddened that he is gone. I am honored that this school is to be named for him and am looking forward to attending classes here this summer. And I can say that he was successful in what he set out to accomplish. Having his name attached to this wonderful institution is all the fame he could have ever asked for and having all of you here to honor him is his fortune. I now invite all of you to come back with me to the Comique Variety Dance Hall and Saloon where a meal has been prepared.”

Kate listened to the young man speak, certain his Uncle would have been as proud of his nephew as his nephew was proud of him. At the invitation to luncheon the crowd gave him a round of applause and began to mingle together, many coming over to the young man to speak a word and shake his hand. She spent the next few minutes chatting with members of the crowd and explaining the curriculum to interested parties. When most began to head toward the Comique Kate sought out Conrad. “Well, what do you think of our sign?” “It looks wonderful my dear,” is Conrad's reply.

Minerva sits quietly, Luna perched on her shoulder, listening to the various speakers of the dedication ceremony. When the ceremony ends she waits for an opportunity to approach Katherine, and presents her with a small 8x10 inch tapestry. Upon it is a scene of happy children. They are of many races and colors and are clasping hands as they dance in a circle.
Katherine immediately recognizes the faces as children who live in town. An uncanny likeness of Ginny is among them. In the center of the circle are the words. "Only those who attempt the absurd...will achieve the impossible."

Kate admired the lovely needlework and smiled. "Thank you, Miss Florencia, this is just beautiful. We can hang it right inside the schoolroom. The children will be thrilled to see themselves there. The likeness of Ginnie is amazing. Thank you, it really is stunning."

Jake stands at the edge of the crowd, slightly hidden. He listens to the speeches, watches the sign unveiled. He listens to young Hoover. As the crowd heads to the Comique he intercepts the young Hoover and shakes his hand, “Well done. Sounds like you will be making your uncle proud young man.” Immediately after Jake blends back into the crowd to let them pass. He does not follow them to the Comique.

As the onlookers vanish, heading to feast in Niles Hoover's honor, Jake instead goes back to his house. He imagines with some distaste a similar gathering for Silver Jake Cook. That thought gives him a shiver. “No, Silver Jake, you are not cut out to be a hero. Revenge has always been more your style.”


They walk with the crowd and approach the door and see a hand-written sign next to it reading “Closed until 2:00 P.M. for Private Function”. Conrad Booth is normally not welcome at the Comique but no attempt is made to stop him from entering with Kate. She sees that the place has been set up to accommodate far more than the normal number of patrons, with tables and chairs having been apparently borrowed from both the Lucky Lady and Alhambra Saloons. There is a sign on the bar reading “No Alcoholic Beverages served until 2:00 P.M.”, apparently a concession due to the number of children present. Of course, that also means that Judge Lacey is able to attend as well, him being joined by Laurie Gilson.

The Comique doesn't have a kitchen but the source of the food becomes obvious as Hannah and Clay Milford come in with several containers of food, which the Comqiue's owners Al Brower, Pierre Jacquet and Warren Watson then begin serving from table to table. Kate, Ginnie, and Conrad found seats near the members of the Committee for Racial Equality. The children sat with their own families, chattering gaily as the lunch was served. If this function was to go on until two there wasn't much reason to call the children back to class at all.

Meghan O'Hara was nearby, and Mollie Caudell only a table away with her husband and son. As Hannah Milford came by Kate caught her and said, “Thank you so much, this is lovely. I'd like to talk to you later about lunches if you have the time.” Hannah says, “I would be happy to Mrs. Kale.” Stanley Barker makes the rounds with young Hoover, stopping at every table and thanking the people for attending. As 2:00 P.M. rolls near everybody's wine glasses are filled with apple cider.

Clay Milford stands and proposes a toast “To our dear friend Niles, may he never be forgotten.” “To Niles,” Kate answered with the rest of the crowd and sipped the cider. She breathed a sigh then found a smile. This was not a place to be melancholy and as Headmistress of the school eyes would be on her.

As the crowd began to mingle Kate found Meghan and Mollie and said, “By the time the children went home, changed, and got back the school day would be over. Let's just release them and start fresh again on Monday.” The other teachers agree. Nate Caudell tells his wife, “Well, I'm off now. Wish me luck.” Mollie kisses him and says, “You'll do fine. Just be yourself.” Nate hurries off.

Kate watched Mr. Caudell hurry away, then looked back at Mollie. “Does he have a job opportunity?” Mollie says, “Yes, he's off to an interview. With the new mines soon to be shipping in ore the Deputy County Assayer Joe Reiser is in need of an assistant. With Nate's math and writing skills he would do well in the job. The hardest part will be convincing Mr. Reiser that he will be impartial in regards to assaying ore from the Morand-Seawell mines, given that his best friend is the Operations Manager there. In this instance his friendship with Henry Pleasants works against him.”

Kate says, “I don't know Mr. Reiser, but your husband is clever and I doubt he'll have any trouble convincing him he's honest. With both of you working you should be well settled. I was a little worried when I recommended Promise City to General Pleasants, but the move seems to be working out for you.”

Mollie replies, “And for Melvin as well. Nash County North Carolina was becoming nothing but misery for him. The other children teased him terribly about....well....my exploits during the war. Nate Junior would never let anybody say a bad word about his mother, and the few boys who ever did soon regretted doing so. But once he went away to Military School his brother Melvin became a target for their cruelty.”

“And Melvin isn't of a similar temperament to his brother,” Kate said. “Promise City should give him a chance to grow up and come into his own. Especially considering that the children coming to our school are more likely to admire what you did.” “What I did? Oh, you mean the soldiering.”

Mollie looks about to make sure that nobody else was listening. “Kate, that wasn't what they were talking about. Before the war, well....there weren't any opportunities down south for poor young women without families who couldn't read. I wound up...doing the only job open to me. I'd like to say that I joined up for noble reasons but the truth was that all my customers were going away so I decided to go with them. After the war Nate made an honest woman out of me. But the men who served with him all knew what I was, many of them first hand. People talk and gossip. That's what they were after Melvin about. What could he do? It was all true.”

Kate replies, “A few months ago that would have shocked me. But since I've lived here.... We all do what we have to do to get by, Mollie. It's one of the reasons I feel so strongly about education. I never want any of the children in this town to have to face that choice. I will keep my silence, and I believe Melvin will do well here. A fresh start for all of you.”

Kate was quiet a moment. Here was someone who wouldn't be shocked by her own secrets and Kate desperately wanted someone to talk to. Not that she didn't have many friends, but in some ways they were too close. But this was not the place, even if she should decide to open up. “I have more to be ashamed of than you. I spent the first three months after my husband died drunk as a Lord. And that I did not have to do that to get by. There are no saints here.”

Mollie gives Kate a hug and says “Thank you.” The woman holds her embrace, and Kate senses that a huge weight has just been lifted from the woman's shoulders. Kate hears the woman crying. Mollie then recovers her voice and says, “Henry was right, this town is appropriately named.” “Yes, I've found it so. But it's a great deal what we make of it, isn't it?” Kate hesitated and discreetly slipped a handkerchief into the other woman's hand. “Maybe we could talk sometime this weekend? I have a feeling it would do us both good.” Mollie nods her head. The meal breaks up and Judge Lacey quickly makes his way out before the Comique turns back into a Saloon.

Conrad approaches Kate and says, “I think I'm about to overstay my welcome here myself.” Kate's eyes flashed in annoyance, but she pulled back her shoulders and lifted her chin. “Then let us make a grand exit. We've dismissed the children for the day, so I don't have to go back to the school.” Conrad smiles, “No schooling, no family to look after? So you're telling me you have no responsibilities for the immediate future?”

“Ginnie will be off to Mary Kelley's, and I'll be helping out at the Lady tonight but that is hours away. I have no place that I must be between now and then.” Kate smiled up at him. “Are you sure you would trade Phil's company for mine?” “Yes, I'm sure,” he laughs. “We'll have to be back for this evening anyway, after taking last night off I'll have to work if I plan to stay employed. But for now why don't we ride out to your ranch and spend some time together there, just the two of us.” She replies, “That sounds absolutely heavenly. Peace and quiet for a few hours.”

They left the Comique and separated momentarily. Conrad for the El Parador to collect a basket of food from Dorita and ready the horses Kate had in the stables there, and Kate to her home to change into more appropriate clothes for riding.

In her bedroom, Kate first put on the leather pants she wore for riding, but changed her mind when she felt how uncomfortably tight they had become. They had been made for her when she was not eating much, so they were even smaller than her dresses. “The first casualty of pregnancy,” Kate muttered to herself as she packed them away again. She dug far back in her wardrobe for one of the few split skirts she had and wore it with a simple, comfortable blouse instead.

Her only other preparation was to let her hair out of its pins and hold it all back with a simple ribbon. She tucked her book of Shakespeare in a saddlebag and left the house. She went straight to the stables at the El Parador where Conrad was waiting with Meribel and the stallion she kept there. He kissed her hand as he helped boost her up onto Meribel, and smiling they rode out of town to the ranch.

They circled around the buildings to avoid the need to stop and talk. They could stop and stay hello when they were ready to go back to civilization. They crossed the stream and went a little farther, then picketed the horses near a little collection of trees. They spent some time just walking hand in hand and talking over her family's visit. The subject drifted to their hometowns, and then to theatre and literature.

The sun began its descent when they laid out a blanket to sit on and broke into Dorita's treats. As they nibbled Kate broke out her book and read bits of Shakespeare's other works aloud. “I'm not that fond of Romeo and Juliet myself,” she said. “As a girl I loved it, but now I find it a little much. But when one only reads a play much is missing. Performance is the best way to judge. Perhaps you'll change my mind.”

Conrad smiled and handed her a bit of cheese. “We'll change your mind. The key with Romeo and Juliet is not to overdo it. Overact and it becomes the worst of melodrama, and it's a thin line in a romance. Romeo is callow, fickle. Overacting him at the beginning works, but once he meets Juliet he becomes real and much more difficult.”

He paused and brushed a bit of hair away from her cheek. “Are you sure I cannot convince you to audition for the play?” Kate shook her head. “And who would I play? Juliet's mother? The nurse? No, I haven't the time to give it the attention it would deserve and while you may be a professional, I would be distracted watching you.”

“Then you will just have to be my Juliet” he states. He leans towards her, cups his hand behind her head, and gives her a long passionate kiss. Just as it had last night, Kate's body responded to Conrad's kiss in a flash. She felt warm all over and her heart began to pound. She stopped thinking and let one hand wander to his face and the other rest against his chest, returning his ardor so there was no doubt that her passion matched his. “I believe that's a role I can play,” she finally managed to breathe. “Yes, we will have to keep rehearsing,” he says.

He gestures around and comments on the land, and how green and lush it is becoming. He says, “I hate to spoil the mood, but you asked earlier about Fisk. I know a lot about him, enough to know that I prefer to not have him at my table. He's a win-at-all-cost type of guy, and too damned smart for his own good. He wasn't nearly as powerful before the James Gang robbed the Condons and Elton Hubbard last July. Funny that the hit the house safes of both of them, and tried for mine, but didn't go for Fisks. He then bought up a lot of property that previously belonged to the Condons and Hubbard as they needed the cash.”

Even as the conversation turned serious Kate kept hold of his hand. “Jake and I were talking last night, trying to figure out where the money behind the Cowboy Gang is coming from. With Frank Leslie as the County Sheriff we could be in some trouble. A couple days ago at the Cattleman's Association meeting we made it known that we had ended quite a few gang members. Jake surmises that we can kill gang member after gang member, but until the money stops there'll always be more. We've heard Fisk's name more than once from Gang members. But if most of his money is coming from crimes is there any way to cut it off?”

Conrad replies, “Fisk has money coming in from many sources, his lawyer services, rent, gambling, investments, mining and from what you said, cattle rustling. No telling how much he has already but it is known that he is the Condon's top investor. I can't really think of a way to cut it off. Better to catch him doing something illegal and have Isby throw away the key.”

“He's very subtle, and I'm sure we won't catch him out with the Gang doing something obviously illegal. This isn't my area of expertise and I have to be more careful than I've been in the past. I can't afford to have Gang members coming after me. I'll tell Jake what you said, but he might want to ask you a few more questions. Probably any specific businesses you know Fisk has interest in.”

Conrad replies, “His main interest these days appears to be in the election. He was working with Adair on that, although they were not seeing eye-to-eye over which of them would be their Party's candidate for Mayor. Now that Adair is jailed that problem looks to be solved. As for the Cowboy Gang, it's safe to say that he's already well aware of what you and your friends have done before, so any new revelations about that would not be news to him.”

Kate answers, “I don't know which of those two would be the worse Mayor. It may be horrible of me, but the thought of Adair rotting in jail gives me great pleasure. Did I ever tell you he offered Ruby and I work once? I'm sure you can guess as what. 'I'll give you the best terms in town' he said.” Kate shook her head. “The man is vile. I would worry less about Leslie if I knew if was the vengeful sort. I always though the Cowboy's didn't know much about what we did or more than Ringo would have been after us. Maybe Ringo just instructed them to let him take care of it. I don't know.”

Conrad suggests that they talk of another subject. He takes her hand and says,” Kate, things may soon become difficult for you. I've noticed that your condition is starting to become apparent, although it is safe to say that I observe you more closely than most. But at some point in June or perhaps as late as July others will start to notice. How are you planning to address the situation?”

“I don't think anyone but you would have noticed so far. I was terribly thin, Conrad. I didn't eat much the first couple months I was here and now I'm not far beyond where I should have been. Most people will just look at me and think I finally look healthy.” Kate leaned against him. “But you're not wrong. I suspect, since I'm small anyway that this little one won't have anything to hide behind.

I hadn't really made any plans to address it. I planned to tell Mrs. O'Hara and Mrs. Caudell before it became easily seen so they could be prepared for the parents when they notice. I might have to inform the Committee for Racial Equality for the same reasons, but otherwise.... I don't know. I can't go around telling people the truth, they'll think I'm crazy, and I won't lie. I was thinking 'None of your business' might become a phrase I use often.”

”I respect your honesty. While I consider myself a person of integrity I probably would find a way to skirt the truth when it comes to answering questions about private matters. Such as when I was confronted about my relation to John Wilkes Booth. The easy answer would have been 'No' but that would have been a lie. I was comfortable with saying 'distant relative' as I had never met the man. Much as I would like this to continue we should be getting back, we both have jobs to get to.

Kate looked toward the east and saw the first stars beginning to sparkle there even as the western sky was afire with red and orange. "Is it always going to be like this? Always running from one place to another, having to get up and go when I'm content to stay?"

"Not always," Conrad answered as he slipped his arm around her. "There will be nights when we can sit and watch the moon rise." He kissed her gently, then lent her a hand to help her up. The horses weren't far, and it was less than half an hour later when they arrived back in Promise City. Conrad ran home to change for work and Kate made the short walk to the Lucky Lady, arriving at about seven-thirty.
 

Chapter Sixty-nine, “Chatting with Mitch”, Friday, June 2nd , 1882, 2:00 P.M.

Eight steps after walking away from the dedication ceremony a smile sneaks onto Jake Cook’s face, “And that gives me an idea....” He turns towards Reston’s Pawn Shop and there is a distinct spring in his step. There he buys a well worn oversized coat and beat up ten gallon hat before heading back to his house.

Later he is upstairs at his desk, the safe is open and the letter from Kitty Trent is sitting on the table. Actually, there are two letters on the table. One is from Kitty Trent and one is not. Jake is smiling smugly that most folks would not notice the difference. Jake hears a knocking on the door downstairs. Jake goes down and opens the door.

Mitchell Berg is outside. He asks, “Mind if I come in?” “Please,” Jake steps aside and indicates with his hand the man should enter. “Who has come to visit, my friend and Lawyer Mitch Berg or the Town Marshall?” Berg smiles and replies, “Neither Marshall or Lawyer. I'm off duty for the rest of the day and was looking for a friend to have a drink with.” “Welcome then, what is your preference? I happen to have a some pretty good whiskey, bourbon, scotch and tequila in the house.” Jake retrieves a couple of clean glasses and invites Mitch to be comfortable.

Berg asks for a Scotch-and-water. Jake pours himself the same the his guest requests and sits as well. Berg says, “You have a nice house here Jake, I'm sorry I haven't been by sooner. Really no excuse with my the Marshall's Office just a block south and my other office and home just around a block west.” “It has been some tough times going on, I can understand you have been preoccupied. It would not look exactly right if I stopped by the Marshall's office with a bottle under my arm at lunch time if I came to visit their.” Jake gives him a grin and taps glasses. “To luck and perseverance.”

They talk about nothing much for a while. Jake also mentions that the mine is looking more promising again. At a lull in the conversation Jake asks him, “Is there something in particular that is stuck in your craw Mitch?”

Berg says, “Yeah, two things. That dedication service today reminded me once again that a good man is in the ground because of the decision I made last Saturday night. I've run through it time and time again in my mind. That mob wasn't going to back down and I saw a preemptive strike as the best course of action. I had magic shells in my shotgun and thought that I could put most of the crowd too sleep before things got out of hand, but Thayer had a wizard with him who negated the second shell. That was when we lost Niles. Guess I was overconfident about the magic, damn it Jake, they never taught me about wizardry in law school.”

“Yes, I understand that sentiment. I thought it was fairy tale stuff before I got out here. I am not usually that naive.” Jake frowns for a second and then continues, “Nothing I am going to say is ever going to make you feel like you were not responsible for Niles death. I do not think you were. Nobody is going to accuse you of being a coward either. What else could you have done, just wait until one of that crowd fired the first shot? Then you would be mourning someone else, likely more than one. Give them the prisoners? Once you give into the mob then they run the town. That would only lead to more deaths.” Jake sips and says, “Sometimes you can only choose from bad choices.”

Berg finishes his glass and pours himself another one. “You know, I'll be relieved to hang up this badge. I never wanted to be a lawman, even less so since last weekend. I trust that Chester told you about what happened yesterday. How am I supposed to be a lawman if I can't even investigate a murder without almost getting myself and my deputy killed. And what did I get for my investigation, two more unexplained deaths. Some lawman I am.”

”Mitch, you play by the rules. You are a straight forward and honest man. The men you are up against are neither. We just need to get through all this and put the right person the Marshall's office. What you are doing is important. Again if you had not done it, we know who might have.” Jake pauses and then says, “You need more help that is all. And you may have to accept some help in ways you may find a little bit undesirable. If not, I worry that we will be putting you in the ground next to Niles.

He says, “I worry about that too Jake, and I'm afraid that matters just got worse. That's the second reason I felt like I needed a drink. Evan Adair won his appeal, he just made his triumphant return to town.” Jake replies, "I was expecting that. I did not believe for one minute that he was going to spend any real time in that prison. I just hoped it would take a little longer in Tombstone before he got loose again."

Berg answers, "I knew we hadn't seen the last of him but I didn't think he'd get the appeal. Paying the fine instead would have meant a small fortune for the Territorial coffers. But Fisk apparently did a great job writing up Adair's appeal. That man is not only a snake, but a very smart snake."

Jake stares at Berg for moment before continuing. "I do not see how this town is going to defeat the outlaw gangs and men like Hamilton Fisk if we strictly play by the rules. No matter how honorable Isby, you and your deputies behave you all are grossly out numbered. Sure you have some who will stand by you during the worst, and some who will offer other kinds of support but you are still outnumbered. On top of that Fisk and his kind have no compulsions against using any weakness no matter how unprincipled. You need to be prepared to choose among more bad choices." Jake sips the scotch and looks over the top of the glass with a grin. "I have a stake in this, so I will help where I can. You are no fool Mitch, you know that my kind of help is not always in the way you desire."

Berg answers, “I know, which is why I don't plan on asking you for help here. Wyatt Earp allowed vigilante justice but that's not my style. I guess I'm saying that if you cross that line I many have to arrest you despite your good intentions. Just watch out for Adair, I hear rumors that he still wants to do harm to your saloon. The only thing that held him back was Niles Hoover. I don't think he'll show the same restraint for Mr. Rote.”

Jake replies, "A form of vigilante justice saved you and Martin out at the Crazy-8 ranch. The shooter happened to think that outlaws killing the town Marshall and his deputy despite them being outside their jurisdiction was choice he had to make. That would have certainly lead to Hunter or Leslie being law during the election. You know, one of those moments where all you can do is choose from some bad choices."

Berg replies, "I know what you mean about nothing but bad choices, that sure describes last Saturday night. And the worst of it was at that point I already knew about those Indians trying to kill the Governor, that they'd be facing a rope no matter what. Maybe I should have just given them to the crowd."

Jake replies, "I cannot tell you if it was the right choice among bad ones. Just do not give up and give in. I would rather have you making a bad choice now and again when you consider the alternative. That and have a little compassion for those miserable ne'er do wells who may help you whether you ask them or not." Jake gives him a grin before he finishes his glass of whiskey.

Berg says, "Yeah, I guess you're right. I guess what I'm really annoyed at is what Fisk did. When that mob was out there they didn't have a clue about what the Indians had done ten days earlier, they just thought they were chicken thieves. But in the appeal Fisk played up their conspiracy to kill the Governor, said that rumors of that had spread through the Palace that night and that was why the crowd was riled up. I guess I can't blame Governor Tritle for granting the appeal, you really can't throw people in jail for looking out for you. Too bad it was all a lie."

Jake says, "Sure you can blame the Governor. You think Isby would have been fooled by that one sided argument? Old Caleb White once said to me," Jake changes to the raspy old voice he uses to imitate the derelict fount of wisdom, "men occasionally stumble over the truth, but most of them pick themselves up and hurry off as if nothing happened." He then laughs and coughs once.

The jovial expression fades and he continues. "Look Mitch, there are more than one of these Cowboy gangs again. Have a care that you do not get caught between their little internal war. Fisk and Thayer seem to be in on this together while the Circle-8 seems to be from a different faction. Better to concentrate your time worrying about the real innocents in all this and give the town a chance to elect officials that are not forced upon them by the gangs."

Berg answers, "Good advice, I'll probably take it. I think I'll have my hands full around town these next three weeks without needing to go elsewhere to find trouble. Well Jake, thanks for the drinks. I appreciate it. One thing I've discovered recently is that while I have a lot of acquaintances in this town there aren't too many friends. I consider all four of my deputies friends but not drinking companions, at least while I'm still wearing this badge and also their boss."

"When you run a saloon you do not have the same problem," Jake replies with a friendly elbow in the ribs. "I am really glad you stopped by, Mitch. Feel free to stop by any time whether you have the burdens of the world to unload or not. I will do what I can to avoid ruining your reputation," he chuckles, "just being seen with me can do that to a body." He stands and shakes Berg's hand. "Good luck Marshall. All joking aside, let me know when you are in trouble."

He replies, "Thank you Jake," as he heads out the front door. He then adds with a smile, "And don't worry about ruining my reputation, as both Marshall and lawyer I have legitimate reasons for going to see the trouble-makers of the town." Jake smiles and holds back his response. More important that Berg goes away with a smile. Jake just waves as he leave and closes the door and exclaims “Mierde!”

After Berg leaves Jake climbs the stairs and destroys the note he wrote in Kitty's handwriting. I'll need a new one since Adair is back, he thinks. He passes the balance of the afternoon and into the early evening cleaning his guns. It was something that helped him focus his thoughts. He really needed to think about a good many things. Although the sun was still up, it was getting late and his game awaited. Colt freshly oiled, crisp white shirt, and pressed black pants he walked casually to the Lucky Lady for the evening.

At the Priestess’s home, Nakomo and Minerva eat in silence. The young elf pushes the food around in his plate while Minerva is lost in her own thoughts: planning the Marriage ceremony that she is to perform on Sunday…, trying to make sense of the twisted political landscape of Promise City... thinking about her absent lover…

Nakomo clears his throat and timidly peaks up “ Miss Minerva, I would like you to set me free.”
“Hmmm? What?” she looks up startled out of her thoughts. “Nakomo, I am hardly holding you hostage, but I do not think it is wise for you to be on your own just yet.” “I am a MAN, Miss Minerva.” He says sitting up a bit straighter. “I can take care of myself. I have taken care of myself for a very long time now and I am tired of being cooped up.” He says more forcefully, meeting her eyes for the first time.

Minerva eyes him speculatively. She is secretly pleased that he is finally willing to challenge her but keeps her expression neutral. She puts down her fork and wipes her mouth delicately with her napkin before she speaks “I suppose that you have. You have not had an easy life nor are you a child to be dictated to. You are a fine, intelligent man and you have proven your worth. I apologize if you feel that I have been overprotective but I gave Nanuet my word that I would keep you safe and there are many in Promise City who would do you harm. I just needed to be certain that you knew the layout of the town and who you could trust before I set you free, as you put it.

She thinks for a moment tapping her finger to her pursed lips and comes to a decision. “ But of course you are right. A spirit such as yours should not be kept caged…. But you must promise me that you will not go out unarmed or wander about alone. Even in the best of times that could lead to disaster.” “Thank you Miss Minerva. He grins. I promise to be careful. I think that I should find a job too. I am almost done with the painting and a man such as myself should not be living off of a woman.” “Excuse meee?!” Minerva says, rather insulted by the comment.

Nakomo blushes. “I did not mean that you cannot take care of yourself, Miss Minerva. But I have been raised to respect and care for women. It is the natural order of things.” She answers, “Oh, really? and do not female animals in the wild hunt and defend their brood as well? Be careful in your beliefs Nakomo. The natural order of things is not always what you believe them to be. It is also the natural order of things that many female species will devour their males when they no longer have a use for them. It would be prudent to remember that order as well.” She teases.
“Now, I am going to stroll over to the Lucky Lady and wash this days labor away with a good glass of tequila. You may escort me if you like. Perhaps there is someone there who will know of a job for you.” The two, having come to an understanding and a short while later make their way to the Lucky Lady,

The Lucky Lady Dance Hall and Saloon is already crowded by the time Kate arrives, which is not surprising given that Friday's are usually quite busy. Tony Lucky's game is already under way and Job Kane is already starting to gather players for his table. Thom is minding the door while Sandra Wainwright is sitting at the keyboards playing away. Harry Rote and Alison Caine are both standing behind the bar and helping to serve drinks while Maria is passing both Ginnie and Melvin Caudell trays of food to deliver to the various tables. Kate sees Nate and Mollie Caudell sitting at a table with Meghan O'Hara and her daughter Shannon.

Kate went behind the bar and got her apron, saying hello to Harry in the process. She tied it on over her dress and stepped back out onto the floor and approached the table where the Caudells and the O'Haras were sitting. "Are you all taken care of, or is there something I can get you?" she asked. Meghan says, "Ginnie already took our order." Mollie adds, "We came here to celebrate Nate's good fortune." "You got the job," Kate said, pleased. "Congratulations! Things seem to be coming together for you very well."

Nate replies, "Actually I got two jobs. First Joe Reiser hired me as the Assistant Deputy County Assayer. Then Judge Isby hired me as an election official. There was a vacancy as it appears that Bill Watkins decided to play a hand of 'election fraud' and it backfired." Kate replies, "Luck does seem to be on your side. That man... I used to think he was just short-sighted but good-intentioned. Now I think he's just an idiot. What did he try this time? I don't see how he could be claiming fraud."

Nate says, "What he did was try to bribe an election official and instead found an honest man. He approached the Deputy County Recorder Dennis Winston about being a 'secret candidate' on the Law and Order ticket. Watkins told Winston that the Vigilance Committee was impressed with him. He then proposed keeping Avery's name on the ballot until the last moment for Party substitutions and then change it from Avery to Winston. In the meanwhile he expected Winston to keep that secret and funnel him inside information about how the election was going and who had registered for what.

Winston told Watkins that he would be honored to serve on the Law and Order ticket but that no inside information would be forthcoming. Winston then went directly to Judge Isby and resigned his position as an election official due to the potential conflict-of-interest. Since I was just hired as a County employee I became the third official by default."

Kate replies, "That Watkins is a snake. Apparently with him the ends justify the means. And he wants to be Mayor? I'd almost prefer Fisk. But it adds more reasons to keep Watkins out of government, and gives you another opportunity. Congratulations, Mr. Caudell." He answers,
"Why thank you Mrs. Kale, coming here seems to have been a good idea. I'll have to thank Henry when I see him again." Melvin Caudell arrives at the table with plates full of food. Mollie looks to Kate and says, "He offered to help Ginnie."

"Thank you Melvin, that was very kind of you," Kate said keeping a straight-face before sharing an amused glance with his mother. "Which reminds me, I hope Phil wasn't too much of a pest last night, Miss O'Hara. He tends to be... enthusiastic. He certainly did seem to enjoy the evening."

She smiles and says, "Think nothing of it Mrs. Kale. He was a nice enough boy and it was probably good that so many people saw us dancing together." Meghan interjects, "Yes, Shannon has been turning quite a few heads over at that boarding house she's staying with. I'm glad that her overprotective older brother and uncle are in the adjacent rooms, otherwise I'd worry. As far as I'm concerned she and Phillip Seagram can continue their relationship. A two-thousand mile distance suits me just fine."

Kate replies, "Thank goodness he has college in the fall or he might have picked up and moved. He'll grow up soon enough. I've noticed most of the men in town who live in the boarding houses and fairly decent fellows. Still it must be comforting to have relations there." Kate looked around the room and sighed softly. "I should get to my work; Fridays are always busy. Enjoy yourselves and let me know if there's anything I can do for you."

Don Wainwright soon arrives accompanied by his friends Carl and Edith Berman. Carl has a seat at Jake Cook's poker table alongside Al Brower as they patiently wait for their dealer to arrive. Don has his violin and he and Edith join Don's wife Sandra over by the piano. Edith has brought along a satchel from which she removes a tambourine, a metal triangle, a cowbell and set of wood blocks and mallets. The trio then spark up a series of lively dance hall tunes.

Kate helps out waiting on the tables while Melvin continues to help Ginnie wait and bus tables. Harry Rote asks Kate, "Should we offer that boy work on Friday and Saturday nights?" Kate replies, "I'd check with his parents first, but there's no reason not to if you think he'll be of help. If he's anything like Ginnie he'll be pleased to have a little money that he earned himself. Looking around tonight it seems you don't really need me anymore. Musicians, gamblers, Ginnie and Melvin to bus and serve... I'm feeling superfluous."

Harry replies, "Oh, we'll still need you Kate. The musicians are only here for the first half of the night, and I also imagine that the youngsters won't be here until closing time. After that it'll be us on piano to play for Clarisse." Ginnie busses the tables keeping up the pattern that she is used to but keeps tripping over Melvin. It seems as soon as she starts to clear a table he's on the other side of it. She smiles at him and makes sure that she gets the tips off first before he start grabbing at dishes.
 

Chapter Seventy, “Saloon Management”, Friday, June 2nd , 1882, 8:00 P.M.

Jake arrives and sees Carl Berman and Al Brower seated at his usual table. Most of Jake's other regulars are already playing over at Job Kane's table although he notes that Ned Walters isn't there yet. Walters is a prospector who stays at the Lucky Lady on weekends and between liquor and gambling usually spends anywhere between $ 200 and $ 700 at the establishment during each weekend visit. Jake treats Carl and Al to a drink and comments about Ned being missing.

Al says, "He's over at the Territorial Office building squaring things away with Judge Isby. He decided to join the town but wasn't around for the meeting Wednesday morning so wanted to get that all taken care of now before he started drinking. He should be along soon." While they are talking Alfredo Garcia arrive. Alfredo is a wood elf who works at Johnson's Barber and Baths and is another of Jake's regular players.

Jake inquires around the room if anyone would like to join in but holds a spot for Ned. He starts up the game without waiting for Ned. When Katherine wanders by Jake mentions that he needs to speak to her at his break. Walters arrives around fifteen minutes later. He is in the company of two men who Jake doesn't know. One has an unkempt beard and is wearing dirty patched clothing similar to that of Walters. Jake thinks he may have seen the man at the meeting on Wednesday morning. The other is dressed more neatly in a well worn but clean two-piece suit with a patterned vest. The man looks to have recently been bathed and shaved and has on a bowler hat.

Jake waves them over. Walters asks, "Got enough room for all three of us Jake?" "If these fine gentlemen do not mind limiting the draw to two," Jake looks around the those at the table and smiles in a way that does not invite dissent, "then we can handle all of us. At least until you win out someone's stake Ned." Jake finishes with a good natured grin.

The men all are seated and Ned Walters introduces them. The scruffy looking man is Dudley Jobin and the neater one is Paul Messier. They are both prospectors with a claim near Ned's. Messier says in a French accent, "Oui, the Beatrice Mine, named for my first love." Jake smiles in a disarming way and raises his glass in a toast, "To love then, gentlemen. One should always be in love. That is the reason one should never marry." Jake clicks his glass around and drinks. He keeps the play light and friendly, letting them chat if they like but without being too distracting.

Another hour passes at the Lucky Lady until the musicians decide to call a break. As they started their break, Kate made her way over. "That was wonderful," she smiled. "I haven't heard anything quite like it before." Sandra and Don Wainwright thank her. Edith carefully packs away her different percussion instruments. She then removes an instrument case from her satchel and takes out a clarinet.

Tony Lucky's table seems to be surprisingly lively this evening while Job's concentration appears a bit off and he calls for a break. Ginnie brings Job a glass and asks "OK what's wrong? You’re off tonight." He replies, "Well, I'm doing double duty, trying to manage this place and also run my game." She gets the impression that is part but not all of what is troubling him. She interjects “And …” He replies, "Err...well...trouble with a woman. You'll find out about things like that when you're older." She answers, “All right I can't do anything about the woman but as far as running this place…” Ginnie then goes through an analysis of each table and the patrons that are at it she lists the level of drinks who is paying what they are paying with be it gold, dust or currency. She also lists which bottles behind the bar are due to be refilled which are low on being watered to stretch them and how many are left in the case for the upper shelve stock.

Job looks at Ginnie and replies, "I'm not sure what we're paying you but it isn't enough." She answers, “Tips and supper that's it... I could use a raise.” Job replies, "You'll get one. Okay kid, you're in charge of the Lucky Lady for tonight. Feel free to instruct the staff as you see fit and if any of them ask just say that the instruction is from me. I've got a poker game to run." She answers, “Fine and the pay well discuss later go make some money.”

Chester and Clarisse stop in the Lucky Lady for dinner. They wave to Kate as they sit down. Travis Calhoun, one of Jake's Monday night players arrives along with Deputy Marshall Neil Cassidy and make their way up to the bar. Jake calls a fifteen minute break and when his table disperses makes his way to the bar. "Welcome gentlemen," he says to Travis and Neil, "how fare you?" Neil says "Pretty good Jake, nothing but water for me, I'm on duty tonight." Travis says, "I like what you're doing with this place."

Jake replies, "Thanks. If all goes well we will have a faro dealer soon and we are in the market for someone to manage the place. Then we will start renting some of those lovely rooms that are empty above us." Cassidy says, "Well, that Von Zeppelin guy just booked every available room at the Promise City Hotel for the dozen or so workers that arrived in town today and he says he has a lot more coming tomorrow and Sunday. He'll probably take whatever you have available now."

Jake says, "Thanks, Neil. I will be sure to let him know we have rooms." Neil and Travis excuse themselves and go to sit with Katherine Kale and the others from the school. Jake mumbles to himself, "Terrific, now I just need someone to run my full hotel."

The two O'Hara women start to get up to leave and are stopped by Neil Cassidy. He says, "Before you head off Mrs. O'Hara Travis and I would like to speak to all three of you teachers." Neil and Travis both grab unoccupied chairs from the next table and pull them over to the table with the Caudell and O'Haras. Kate is gestured to come over and join them. Both Ginnie and Melvin also gravitate that direction to find out what is going on.

Kate took her seat, looking a bit concerned. "What is it, gentlemen?" she asked as she smoothed her apron and took a seat. Travis says, "We were approached by Ashley King with an interesting proposition. It seems that he's now on the faculty of that other school." "The job that I turned down?" Nate interjects. "Apparently," Travis replies.

Neil continues "The other two faculty, Shackelton and Eaton, were talking to him about 'what to do about the Hoover school'. King didn't like their tone of voice or where the conversation was going, so it redirected it towards having a friendly competition between the schools." Travis says, "So he approached us and Roger about it. On any afternoon next week they have challenged our faculty and students to play their faculty and students in a game of baseball."

Kate was quiet for a minute, obviously displeased. "Why can't they leave us in peace? And there is no way to refuse that they won't be able to turn around and make us look bad. But the children will enjoy it and that's the important part. I hope you gentlemen count as faculty. I don't know the first thing about baseball."

Neil replies, "Actually they were rather clear to Roger that faculty meant teachers not sponsors. I'm sure they are counting on their three robust male teachers to out play you three women." Nate Caudell smiles and says, "Then they've made a foolish assumption. My Mollie here has been playing the game with myself and our sons for a decade. She pitched for my school's team in the County League and is probably the best pitcher North Carolina has ever seen. Half of her games are no-hitters, meaning that the opposing team never gets even one runner on base."

Mollie says, "Stop Nate, it's been a few years since I've pitched, I'm totally out of practice." "I'm certain it will come back to you, and Melvin would probably enjoy having you out playing ball with him. Well, at least one of us has some experience. I'm afraid I might be dangerous holding a bat," Kate said.

Meghan says, "My son Patrick enjoyed playing the game and my athlete daughters Colleen and Kathleen. I have an idea, why don't we have our three families get together tomorrow to practice?" Nate says, "Good idea, I have to work from 8:00 AM until noon but have the afternoon off. We should probably not play on the field just north of town, no point in letting our opponents in on our secret weapon," as he gestures towards his wife.

"I planned to be out at the ranch tomorrow afternoon anyway, we can practice there if you like. It's only about a mile out of town." Kate kept her worry to herself as the others didn't seem to share it. She would far prefer just to keep away from Mr. Shackelton and Dr. Eaton. Ashley King was a mystery she couldn't puzzle out.

Nate says, "Great, let's plan on a picnic lunch and then baseball." Meghan O'Hara says, "I'll talk to Dorita about putting together the lunch. I've been wanting to see your ranch for quite some time." Travis Calhoun says, "Okay, I will tell Mr. King that we accept. Which afternoon next week should we plan the game for?" Kate replies, "Thursday? That gives us some time to prepare. Could we add in the caveat that they must be faculty as of today? I wouldn't put it past them to try and bring in a ringer at the last moment."

Kate let the classical music soothe her disturbed mood as she went back to her work. She would have liked to join the musicians, but the piano was already occupied and she had no other musical talent. The O'Hara and Caudell families depart for their respective homes.

Jake sees that Katherine will be a while, so he heads back to his game intending to see her at the next break. Harry Rote gestures for Jake to come over to him. Harry says, "You may not know it but those guys at your table own the Beatrice Mine. That's one of the mines that Niles put up half the stake for, so that share is now part of the Hoover Mining Trust." Jake says, "Huh, I did not make the connection. I wonder if they know who is part of the trust?"

Harry says, "Possibly, I'm not sure. Paul was in town for Monday night's meeting and Dudley came to Wednesday mornings. I'm not sure if they spoke to Mitch Berg about it or not." Jake says, "I will let someone else break the news to them." Jake heads back to the table for another set of poker while the trio of musicians changes from lively tunes to classical, starting with a Bach piece. Kate kept an eye on Jake's game and waited for the next break.

Minerva spends the evening sipping her tequila and listening to the musicians. Various people stop by her table and make polite small talk. Later in the evening when the music picks up she approaches the musicians and asks if she could play them for a while. Nakomo sits silently, his big brown eyes taking in all the activity around him. He notices that Ginny is very busy and spends much of the evening trying to get up the gumption to ask if she could use some help. When Minerva leaves him to play her flute, he finally stands and nervously makes his way over to Ginnie. "Ummm, excuse me. Is there anything that I can do to help? You look very busy and well, I umm, I wouldn't mind keeping busy." He says looking at her nervously.

Ginnie looks at him and tosses him the damp rag she has tucked in the waist of her apron. "Clear and wipe down the tables as they begin to empty if you want. I'm not sure if they can pay but you can keep one-quarter of the tips there's a split with the saloon, and Maria, I'll figure it out at the end of the night if anyone asks you what your doing tell them that Job thought I could use some help. and keep an eye on table three they are thinking of ducking out without covering their bill.” He catches the rag and with a nod of gratitude and a quiet smile, turns away and begins enthusiastically scrubbing down tables, while keeping an unobtrusive eye on table three.

Jake runs his game for another hour or so and at the next break takes Katherine aside to speak with her. During the hour Al Brower plays poorly as he has for the last week and eventually drops out of the game. Dudley Jobin also loses all of his money in quick order and Ned Walters looses a solid $ 300 without blinking but stays in the game. Carl Berman and Alfredo Garcia are each slightly ahead of where they started. The big winners for the night are Paul Messier and Jake Cook, each now with around $ 200 more than when the night began.

"Wyatt Earp sends his thanks for watching his horse. Oddly he seemed sincere about that. He asked me to warn you," Jake shifts and looks about to make sure no one is listening in, "to warn you that a couple of Thayer's men were watching your ranch from the hill to the southwest of it. Fisk happens to own that hill. If Wyatt can be believed, and I do not see why he would lie about this, Fisk is now working with Thayer and his men. Here is the interesting part, the Crazy-8 gang is part of another faction of the Cowboy gang that seems to be at odds with Fisk and Thayer."

Jake locks eyes with Katherine. "I asked him outright about Buckley. He said he did not murder him, though he readily admitted to shooting the two out at the Crazy-8 to save Berg and Martin. He claims he did not go there to do that. He also seems still convinced that Madge ratted him out to Behan and consequently caused the death of his brother and friends. I tried to tell him that Madge would not have had the backbone to do such a thing, but I do not think he was swayed." Jake hooks his thumbs through his belt, "Lastly, he says he is leaving when Josie does and likely never coming back. I thought I would save the best for last."

Kate replies, "It's good that he'll be leaving, but Miss Marcus won't be leaving until after the play is finished so it will be several weeks at least. I can't say I knew anything about him shooting anyone lately, or much about whatever is going on with Miss Duprey. I'll just be glad she seems to have left town. Why would they watch our ranch? I know I made a bit of a spectacle of myself arguing for all races to vote, but that's past now. I don't expect to have much influence the rest of the way through these elections. Would it just be because I've been known to stand up to the Cowboy Gang? And if that's the case they'd do better watching you."

Jake says, "I have no idea why they would watch your ranch. Better that you know and be careful why we figure that out." She replies, "I was just there with Conrad this afternoon, to think someone might have been waiting us," Kate stopped and shivered. "Isn't there anywhere that's private anymore? I'll be careful and keep my eyes open. And make sure Ginnie doesn't go off alone out there. Thank you for the warning. If you don't mind, I think I'd like to head home. It's been a long week and I could use the rest. Everything will be alright here?" He says, "Sure, of course it will be. Oh, before I forget... know anyone who would be a good hotel manager?" Kate says, "I did, but he got two jobs today. Otherwise I don't know anyone that you don't."

The musicians finish their classical set and Edith Berman packs her clarinet away. She then takes from her satchel a small harp which she cups with one arm, holding it against her side. Don Wainwright switches from violin to fiddle music and Sandra begins to pound out fast-paced dance tunes and Edith plucks away on the harp.

Ginnie pops up behind Kate "I'll be a little late home tonight Ma'am Kate. I'm managing the Lucky Lady for the evening and it looks like I should be able to make the place pull a tidy profit" Jake looks slightly surprised. "Profit is good." Kate says, "I take it you volunteered for the managing? Just make sure you get someone to walk home with you, someone not Thom. Jake just told me that men from Thayer's ranch have been watching ours and until we know we should be cautious. We're also having guests tomorrow afternoon, but I'm sure you heard all about that."

Ginnie says, “Actually Job seemed far too distracted to run both his table and the lucky lady so since there are few gamblers that would be willing to play with a homely twelve-year-old girl I figured I'd do the part that would actually work.”

She then turns to Jake, "table three is going to try to short the bill they have also been trying to clear drinks from other tables, We are going to have to restock both the upper shelve gin and whisky within the next two weeks sooner if the workmen that are coming in are being paid nearly as well as I have overheard, Job is doing well at his table as are you The new musical act is going over very well with the patrons and they have an excellent variety in their repertoire and Maria is going to need to restock before the end on the week on staples which have gone up about 30% since the last time she stocked because of shortages in town.”

Jake says, "What am I going to do with you? You really want to give up your school and run a saloon and hotel? I will take all the help I can get because I do not want to be bothered running the place day in and out." She says, “I don't think I'd need to give up school but I may need to cut back some of my hours at the dressmakers and maybe hand off the lunch run we'll talk.” Jake laughs and shakes his head as Ginnie runs off.

Kate says, "Ginnie knows her business." Kate turned in her apron and sat down for a little while to listen to the music. She was more tired than she knew and before long found herself struggling to keep her eyes open. It was still fairly early when she gave in and left for home. It was less than fifteen minutes from the time she left until she was asleep in her own comfortable bed.

A middle-aged human woman with graying hair, wearing a red and blue calico dress and straw hat has spent most of the evening sitting alone at one of the tables near the piano and listening to the musicians. She had a bowl of Maria's Beef Chili earlier that evening that evening and was still drinking her first glass of wine. She finishes her wine and then attempts to catch Ginnie's attention.

Chester watches Ginnie running around. He says to Clarisse, "If Jake and the others aren't careful, she'll own this place in no time." Now that Clarisse has finished her sets this evening at the Comique she is free to sing for the remainder of the evening at the Lucky Lady. She and Chester arrive in time for the two of them to dance the final dance of the night by the trio of musicians.

The Wainwrights and Bermans prepare to leave, with Carl Berman leaving Jake's table at the end of this hand, Jake estimating that the man has finished up around $ 25 for the night. Ned Walters finally drops out, having lost nearly $ 400 for the night. "The table is getting lonely, I think we are going to call it a night unless we find some new money," Jake says. Alfredo Garcia says, "Si, I think I will call it a night."
 

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