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

Chapter Two-hundred-sixteen, “Interview with a Vampire“, Sunday, June 18th, 3:00 A.M.

Jeff dropped Kate in the shadows of the back door of the Cooper shop. In the quiet there she cast a mage armor on herself, then looked out into the intersection. Jake approached the thing, and Kate cringed but was relieved at the same time. They couldn't just follow him all night long, eventually someone had to do something just a bit unwise. Chasing down vampires in the dark was foolish to begin with. She pulled out the slim metal rod and watched. Despite the very late hour lights are on at both the Lucky Lady and Gay Lady, including the Lucky Lady Porch which illuminates the intersection of Allen and Main. Nobody other than Jake and Franklin are immediately visible but that could change rather quickly. Franklin stares at Jake

Back in the hotel room Mrs. Dyson shakes her head no to Chester‘s question. A female voice behind the woman says, "Mother, just let the deputy in." The door is opened to reveal a second woman in the room. This woman looks to be in her mid-twenties, with rather plain looks, and is wearing a terrycloth bath robe over floral nightgown. She looks up at Chester and says, "Mr. Franklin is a friend of the family. He hasn't been able to visit with us today due to the poker tournament. He just came by to make sure that we were alright and to let us know that he will be playing tomorrow too."

She speaks in an alto/tenor voice that Chester finds familiar but cannot completely place. Chester tips his hat to the women. "Sorry to bother you folks, but I'm checking rumors that Mr. Franklin is cheating. We believe his helpers are using these." He pulls out the holy symbol Minerva gave him and watches for their reaction. Both women have no real reaction to it, and from where the silver shines he sees reflections. The older woman says, "I don't think that Mr. Franklin would cheat, he's too honest a person. Is there anything further that you need Deputy? It is very late and we would like to get some sleep."

Out on the street, Franklin says, "Mr. Cook, If you are implying that I have not spent enough of my money at your establishment I will remind you that my choosing to enter this tournament cost me three-thousand dollars. Your saloon clearly gets a cut of those proceeds and you yourself stand a good chance of winning given the present standings in the tournament."

Attempting to delay the monster further, and trusting that his companions will actually spring into action at some point, Jake continues with his dialog, "Ah, no, I am quite pleased with the money being spent. I have no complaints in that regard. My only real concern is the rather embarrassing spectacle that will be created when the local law officials finish their investigation of room number 11 at the Promise City Hotel, and the state of the poor woman in it, and arrive here. Bad business all around Mr. Franklin, very bad indeed."

The man folds his arms and says, "Her state? Mr. Cook. There is no law that I know of that prevents a woman from passing herself off as a man. Admittedly, my dear friend Wilhemina is upset over her elimination from the tournament, but there is no reason at all for you to bring in the law into this situation and add further to her embarrassment." Jake sighs and mutters under his breath, "Why me? What did I do to deserve this?"

Jake returns to his conversation with Franklin, "It was not I that brought the law into this. Once the law starts sniffing around, I do take notice. I find it best to keep them clear of the Lucky Lady, and that means keeping problems that draw their attention out as well. You should have been more careful.... about many things." He thinks, Bloody Hades, where in the world is everyone while I stand here in the street in the middle of the night trading banter with a blasted vampire. Some days, Jake Cook, you are a great fool.

Franklin replies, "Mr. Cook, it is late and we've both had long days. I have no further plans than to return to my room at the Lucky Lady for a well deserved night's sleep and hopefully be fresh for playing tomorrow at noon. I would suggest that we perhaps continue this conversation tomorrow after the tournament is over." Minerva and Nakomo walk down the street chatting about the play. They pass by Jake and Franklin. Ignoring them they walk around the corner out of sight and stop Kate noted Minerva and Nakomo walking by, then noticed Mr. Tomlinson and Shannon near the Lady. She checked one more time to make sure no one else was around and tried to judge the distance between herself and the vampire.

Seeing his allies now in the immediate vicinity Jake states, "Going to sleep now?" Jake takes a couple of steps back. "That surprises me, I was lead to believe a vampire slept while the sun was out?" "Mr. Cook, there is no such thing as a vampire," Franklin states. Jake immediately senses that Franklin's comment is far more than just words as he senses the man attempting to control his mind to make him 'believe' what he just heard. Jake however knows enough of these creatures and has the willpower to effectively fight it.

Jake shakes his head a bit as if to clear it and a bitter smile crosses his lips. "I have been told denying ones self often leads to an early demise. I know who I am. Seem you have confirmed to me that I know who you are too. Good bye Mr. Franklin, or whatever your real name was." Franklin exclaims "I am not that easy to get rid of" as he dives forward towards Jake, hands outstretched and fangs now visible. Jake attempts to dodge him using the tricks Helen Barker showed him and fires three rounds. Jake is very successful with the initial dodge, dropping partially to the ground and pivoting to the side. This prevents Franklin from grabbing him for a life-draining blow but also throws Jake's aim off on the initial shot which misses hitting the monster.

Jake's next shot is more accurate, striking the creature in the shoulder. Being one of Pierre's enchanted rounds the shot wounds Franklin who yells out in pain to the unexpected sensation. Jake's third shot causes even more pain when it strikes the center of the creature's chest but unfortunately missing the heart by a few inches. The creature lunges again, this time not towards Jake but towards and through the Cooper Shop front window, the sound of breaking glass filling the air as he falls amongst the barrels in the fifteen-by-twenty foot darkened front room of the single-story wooden shop.

Upstairs, Chester hears the sound of three gunshots firing followed by the sound of breaking glass. Chester lets go of the holy symbol and draws one of his Remingtons. He hisses at the women, "Get down. It'll be safer." He leaps down the stairs and motions for Mrs. Smith to duck behind the counter. She does do with a fearful look in her eyes. He says to her, "I'll be back when it's safe." Chester darts to the front door and peeks out. Seeing nothing out of the ordinary, he runs towards the Lucky Lady.

After hearing the creature crash through the window of the cooper's shop, Kate grabbed the handle and tried to open the door, ready to cast a knock spell if it's locked. Jeff helps Kate push the door open just as Coyote Kay is lighting the lantern in her bedroom to see what is going on. She is in her bed attired only in a very large man's shirt that Kate finds remarkably similar to one that she has previously seen Jeff Mills wearing. Kay Kaufman exclaims, "Huh? Jeff?" He replies, "Stay put, there's trouble.." as he and Kate head across the room to the door to the other room.
Minerva rushes toward the shop, her holy water in one hand and her pistol in the other. When she reaches the shop she throws the vial at Franklin.

There is another yell from the creature from inside the darkened shop as the liquid from the vial scatters about. He rushes behind a large barrel. Nakomo rushes in after Minerva. He sees her focused in prayer as she prays to the gods to protect her from this evil. She then casts bull strength on herself and draws a stake from the hidden folds of her gown. She tosses a vial of holy water towards Nakomo and moves toward the barrel. As she reaches the barrel she does not see anyone or anything behind it, certainly not a monster the size of a man. The darkened room then fills with light from the door to the back room opens up, the other room illuminated by a lantern, as Jeff Mills and Kate Kale stand in that doorway.

Nakomo begins a slow rhythmic movement of his feet, he raises his voice and the room resonates with the steady beat of an ancient Yavapi prayer Upon completion of the prayer the room fills with a light green light. A loud screech sounds out from a pile of barrel slats a few feet away from Minerva as a bat flies upward from there. "Shut The doors" Minerva Yells as Nakomo tosses the holy water at the bat. Kate wedged herself between the doorway and Jeff so Kay wouldn't be able to see her. She used the sounds Nakomo and Minerva were making to cover her own spell and threw a Magic Missile spell at the bat that had just flown up into the air.

Nakomo's toss is short, the water missing the creature as it flies towards the broken front window. Kate's missiles strike it and it lets out a loud "Skree" sound as it files through the opening and back out onto Main Street at a height of ten feet from the ground. Minerva yells to Luna, who then dives toward the bat. The only weapons that Nakomo has on him is the one other vial of holy water that Minerva handed out to everyone earlier that evening and his dagger. He pulls out the holy water and throws it at the bat.

Jake picks himself of the ground and dusts off his revolver. He stays in the street as the others rush into the shop. Hammer cocked on his Colt, he patiently waits. Soon a bat emerges from the shop. From the corner of his eye he sees the priestesses white owl coming down towards the shop as well. The owl is fast but Silver Jake Cook is faster. "No, not easy to get rid of Mr. Franklin, but not impossible." He has shot bats before, including a bat much like this one. He aims quickly, carefully and pulls off a single round. Minerva aims with the pistol and fires a sleep round toward the bat if she can do so without hitting Luna.

The bat had begun to fly directly across the street towards the Lucky Lady when it spots the owl flying towards it and starts to dive towards the right to avoid the bird. Jake sees the change in movement and readjusts his aim. The bullet misses the torso of the rodent but manages to shred the right wing, the already wounded and weakened creature rapidly drops downward towards the Street. It strikes a hitching post between the Lucky Lady porch and the adjacent Hammer Jeweler and Watchmaker.

The creature begins to transform back into the form of James Franklin. With her superhuman speed Shannon O'Hara has already shortened the distance and is almost upon him. At this point Gay Lady employees Burton Lumley, Pepe Diderot and John Hagen have moved to the front windows of their Dance Hall and Saloon to see what is going on outside. They see Jake Cook standing in front of the Cooper Shop with a gun in his hand as well as Kevin Tomlinson rushing across the street towards the Lucky Lady.

Inside the Lucky Lady Harry Rote, Maria Figures and Cornelius Van Horne have moved to the front windows to see what the commotion is outside. Kate clutched the wand, but without her pistol to help disguise it and in the dark where it would obviously flare she didn't dare use it. She watched as Shannon O'Hara barreled down on the creature, one of the same silver knives from the Lucky Lady that Kate had secreted in her own skirts in her hand. The young woman grabbed hold of a limb that was half bat-wing, half-arm and thrust the blade where the heart should be. The knife finds it's mark and the creature explodes into a pile of dust.

After Jakes shot, and Shannon's intervention, he holsters his pistol. He is aware of the eyes on him from the Gay Lady. Jake acts as if nothing out of the ordinary occurs, watching Shannon finish the monster as if he had little to do with the event and was a curious onlooker much like those who were watching him. Those that are not guilty do not look guilty.

Chester rounded the bend in time to watch the creature’s demise. Seeing Burton Lumley about Tomlinson tells Chester "I'll take Shannon home, figure out what to tell people Deputy, I'll vouch for it." Chester holsters his gun and says, "Thanks, Kevin. I can take care of this. That Shannon sure knows what she's doing." Tomlinson replies, "She has the killing part down, but she needs to learn to do it out of sight. That's where I come in. Good night, Deputy." Shannon beams with pride. Tomlinson walks over to her and says something in her ear. She nods and they leave.

Harry Rote steps outside of he Lucky Lady with a shocked expression on his face. Maria and Van Horne also were witness to the vampire's demise. Those at the Gay Lady however did not see that due to the angle, although Burton Lumley does step outside and calls across to Street to Jake saying "Cook, what was that shooting? And what happened to Kay's window?" Chester slowly walks over to Lumley. "Evening Mr. Lumley. Looks like we had a bit of excitement. Someone tried to rob the cooper shop, but luckily Jeff Mills scared him off. The guy tried to shoot him and missed. I'll go search for him. Now just go on back inside, Mr. Lumley. Everything's under control." Lumley heads back inside.

With the super human strength of the gods still coursing through her veins Minerva stands tense clutching the wooden stake in her tightly closed fist. Luna glides gracefully down from the night sky and lands on the priestess shoulder. She nuzzles Minerva's cheek and silently communicates a feeling of calm to her mistress. It is over "I should go talk to Harry and Maria. What are you going to tell Kay?" Kate asked Jeff. He replies, "The truth...to a degree. That at a tournament player was cheating and when confronted about it he attacked Jake and then tried to then escape."

Kate nodded. "Thank you for taking care of me." She moved away from the cooperage and stopped for a moment as she passed Minerva to touch her arm and nod. "Hopefully this will be the end of these things for a while." Reaching Harry, she said, "Let's go inside." Harry follows Kate inside. Maria and Van Horne are also standing there. Van Horne says, "I will go assist your Mr. Cook," and heads out the door. Maria glances towards Kate with a look of anxiety on her face. Kate replies, "Thank you Mr. Van Horne."

Van Horne steps outside of the Lucky Lady and approaches Jake. Jake waits for Van Horne to approach before speaking to him. Jake is aware of the fear and concern of those around him, those that know what evil walked among them and those that merely feared for the unknown in their midst. He feels numb to these events. Similar events of the past are too painful to relive right now, and he feels no compulsion to make others feel safe and secure right now. Franklin is gone; Promise City is safe again.

Jake wants no thanks or recognition for his part, foolish that it may have been. Part of him wants to extract $400 from Franklin's worldly goods to pay for the enchanted rounds he was forced to use against him. Instead his sheds his thoughts of the vampires distraction, pleased with the day's results of the Poker Tournament and committed to get the necessary rest to be in top form for tomorrow. His dark mood lightens some and a smile comes to his lips and he mutters to himself as he walks back home, "Yes, Jacob Cook, there is always tomorrow."

Inside the Lucky Lady, Kate smiled gently at Maria and put an arm around her waist. "Why don't we all sit, have a drink if you like, and you can ask me whatever questions you have. I will explain as best I can." Harry says, "What....what was that thing? What just happened?" She sat the two of them down together at the table farthest from the door even though the saloon was now deserted. Kate took a deep breath. "It was a vampire, you may have heard legends about them. Vampires are men who are dead, but their body doesn't know it. They drink the blood of others to survive. You saw the thing turn to dust when Miss O'Hara stabbed it because it was already dead. I can tell you there are no more of the creatures in Promise City, you can rest easy."

Maria exclaims "El Diablos! Devils! The gods must have sent them to punish us! What have we done to displease the gods!" "Nothing, Maria!" she said and took the other woman's hand. "In fact, Diana gave us means to fight them and information about where to find them. It is a long story, but I believe the first creature to come here came through family connection to someone still living. It saw opportunity in the conflicts going on with the Cowboy Gang. Several Cowboy Gang members were also creatures. They have all been destroyed.”

She looks deeply into Maria’s eyes and states, “The gods have seen to it that we have the tools to stop these creatures from harming anyone here. They are pleased with us and have given us the means to protect ourselves." Maria nods and says "Si, I understand. That was very brave of Miss O'Hara to try to help kill the creature." Kate says, "Yes, and she succeeded. It is very brave of anyone to try to help. I need you both to listen carefully now. We have not made the existence of these creatures generally known, and it must remain that way. We would not want people who are not equipped or skilled enough to face them to try and be seriously hurt or killed.

Also, if our knowledge became known and the creatures learned we are a danger to them it could be very bad for us. Most people have nothing to fear. The creatures cannot enter your home without an invitation, nor can they walk in sunlight. They also have no reflection in mirrors; that's how we discovered that Mr. Franklin was one. If you ever notice that just tell me, Jake, Minerva or Jeff and we will take care of it."

Harry says, "Ah, so was that why that drunk broke our big mirror last week?" Kate replies, "We think so, probably preparing for Mr. Franklin. That's why Jake tried to replace it so quickly as well. I carry a little hand mirror; you might have noticed. I'm not really that vain," she said with a little laugh. Harry and Maria both agree to keep quiet. Harry offers to escort Kate home as it is now 3:15 in the morning and they all need to be back in eight hours or so for the tournament to resume. Maria heads upstairs to her room.

"Thank you Harry," Kate said, and went with him out into the dark streets. Harry lets her off at the door and says, "Be sure you are at the Lady tomorrow by 11:30, we have a surprise that I think you will like." Before she can inquire further he hurries off. Kate stood in the doorway with her mouth hanging open for a moment, then went inside. Apparently tomorrow was going to be a busy day. She wrote a short note for Janet, asking her to wake her so she could go with her to the stage, then went gratefully to bed. Chester saw Harry walking Kate home. Jake heads off talking to Van Horne. It appears that things have now quieted down for the night.

It is heading toward dawn when a mentally exhausted Minerva and Nakomo head for home. But Minerva is to wound up to sleep and spends hours in the back yard practicing with her rapier. She pushes herself thrusting and stabbing unseen foes until the sun comes up before she makes her way to her room where she thanks the gods for their intervention and falls into a dreamless sleep.
 

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Chapter Two-hundred-seventeen, “Wizard Magic“, Saturday, June 17th, 4:00 P.M.

After hearing George’s comment about wizard magic, Ruby states, “"George, do you remember when I was a child, when we were children, and sometimes strange things would just... happen around me?” George gives her an odd look and says, "What are you saying?" Ruby clears her throat again. She was willing to be truthful, then she had to be truthful.

She states, "Did you ever wonder why I have this gorgeous red hair," she swings her hair back and forth, "When my parents and most other people in my family don't? Or you remember when I used to talk about my grandmother, who also had red hair, and why they made her leave?" George just continues to look at her funny. "George, I can do things. I mean, it's not like I try to do them or wanted to be able to do them... well, I just... can... do things. And I've learned how make them work for me." Ruby meets George's eyes, her own pleading without words that he'll be able to accept her.

He replies, "I don't understand? What can you do? How?" "I don't know how, I just can," she sighs. "I didn't ask for this, please understand that." She looks around the room for a moment and sees some unlit candles across the room on the side table. She looks at George, then looks at the candles before softly speaking the very commonly spoken incantation to light them. They ignite. He is silent for a while then says, "So, you can light candles just by thinking about them?

Ruby nods her head up and down. "Yes, I can." She steps towards George. "I can detect when magic is present. I can make people go to sleep. I can even make people and items invisible. It doesn't always work though." She pauses. "I can do some other things too." She puts her hand gently on his arm. "You don't hate me, do you? I couldn't bare it George, if you hated me. My parents always hated me because of this, they couldn't bring themselves to love their own daughter because my hair is red. Because I'm... different. I've hidden it for a long time but I just can't hide it from you. Nor do I want to. I want you to lo... like me for who I am and I just don't know what I would do if you hated me." He replies, "I don't hate you....it's just...this will have to be something I will need to think about?"

"Think about?" Ruby repeats numbly. Then her face turns cold, although anyone who knows her well sees disappointment and hurt more than anything else. "I understand. I'll... let you think." Ruby doesn't look at George, she just grabs her jacket and hurries up the stairs without looking back. She heads to the guest room where she throws herself face down on the bed like a child.

I should have known! Why am I surprised, I did know there would be something he would hate out of all the things you had to tell him, more than one something if it got that far. And there is so much you didn't tell him... She rolls over onto her back and looks out the window, fighting off the tears that are trying to come. Who cares if he doesn't like you anyway, nothing changed, you came here to return the ring and you did, right? If he can't like you for who you are, well, screw him, who needs him anyway. Not you, that's for sure. Really, Ruby West, why do you even care? You can have any man you want.

A few tears escape out her eyes and fall down her cheeks. She stubbornly wipes them away but it doesn't stop them from continuing. Except maybe him. But he's too good for you anyway and deserves someone who wants to be his wife and make him happy. And you certainly don't want those things. She again wipes the growing tears from her face. Right? With that thought the very confused and upset Ruby West buries her face in her pillow and lets herself cry as much as she wants. She sobs until she can't sob anymore and eventually she drifts into a restless slumber.

Ruby is later awakened by a knocking at the door. She sits up and notices the room is dark and no light is coming in from behind the window shades and curtains. She rubs her eyes and pushes her wild hair off her face before stretching and rising from the bed. Her face has pillow marks on it from sleeping but her eyes twinkle with hope at who's at the door. She opens it wide to see who is there.

George is standing there. He says, "Ruby, I'm sorry if I woke you but I thought you might want a bit more to eat before you turned in for good for the night." "Thank you, that's kind of you," she says politely and starts closing the door. "No wait," she stops, catching him before he walks away. It wasn't the time for polite. "I, uh, I don't want to go back to bed now, but I am hungry." She pauses, and bites her lip. "Did you, uh, have a chance to think about what I said?" She clings to the door and tries to smile at him, albeit nervous.

He says, "Yes, I did. Let's go down to the kitchen and fix ourselves something. We can chat there. William and Richard have both retired for the night so we will be alone." Okay." She smoothes her hair and clothes the best she can and follows George downstairs. Once in the kitchen Ruby starts rummaging though the ice box, pulling and bits and pieces of food for them. She then searches the cabinets for bread. As she looks for the food she talks.

She begins, "I realize that may have been a shock for you, what I said earlier. It's not really something people in polite society talk about. That and it's illegal and all. But George," she stops rummaging and looks him in the eye, "You're not just polite society to me and I feel like there is a lot you need to know. Perhaps you won't feel the way you do about me once you really get to know me. That's what I was trying to tell you back in Promise City."

She continues quickly, "I really meant it when I said I couldn't bare it if you hated me. I'm not really sure why I care so much but I do." She shrugs and smiles, "There's just something about you Mr. Eastman. So, what are you thinking?" Ruby starts tugging on her hair while she waits for George's answer. He replies, "That I need to research all aspects of wizard magics before I make any sort of final conclusion."

"Oh." The disappointment is evident in her voice. "It's not like I really study like a wizard. Although you were right, I do have a friend who is a Mexican Wizard who is helping me learn the right way to use what's inside of me. It's just something that runs in my family. And I would assume that if, and I mean IF, I ever had babies there would be a chance it could happen to the baby too." She stands uncomfortably for a moment. "I understand George, if you want us to leave, just say so and we'll find somewhere else to stay. Or just go home. We've already put you out so much and put you in danger. I didn't mean for you to be involved in any of that craziness."

He steps forward and takes Ruby's hands. "I do not want you to leave...ever. I just meant to say that I am unfamiliar with the subject wizard magics so rather than depending upon comments made by priests and government officials I want to do an impartial study of it on my own to be able to draw my own conclusions about it. I may very well reach the same conclusions that you have by the time I am done." "Even after everything I've told you, you still want to be with me?" She keeps her eyes locked on his while she waits for his answer. He replies, "Of course I do. I love you."

Ruby's cheeks flush at his answer. "I... I'm not even sure what to say. I don't deserve you as a friend." She smiles at him then stands on her toes, and kisses his lips lightly without breaking eye contact. Her smile grows wider. "So, do you have any wine to go with our dinner?" He replies, "We can. Your friend Richard Broughton chose the wines to go with lunch, he seems to know something about them. Do you have any preferences for dinner and which of the leftovers from lunch would you like heated up?"

She says, "How about the beef with the peas, that sounds good. And wine to go with that, so we can drink too much and just relax and be silly! Although to be honest, I'm saving a lot of room for that yummy dessert." Plus her belly was starting to fill with butterflies and not leaving a lot of room for hunger. "And I'm not too picky." Ruby starts gathering together the dinner for them. She picks on some cornbread while she gets the stuff unwrapped. She says, "Richard's really smart. He knows a lot about a lot of things. He's more than a little like you actually, I think you two could be good friends. Do you have a lot of friends around here?"

George replies, "I have a lot of acquaintances. My job keeps me far too busy to make friendships. Richard does appear to be a man of good character. As for drinking and silliness, tomorrow is Sunday and I've never been one for church, so we could both sleep in if you would like." She says, "So, uh, how do we heat this stuff up?" she says waving her hand over the food, not having a clue.

"I don't really go to church either but even if I did, I love sleeping in, it's one of my favorite things. I guess it's partially because I've always had a late night job. I think I was just never meant to get up early anyway and the job helps me with that goal," she laughs. "So yes, let's plan on sleeping in. And being silly. Perhaps when we awake we'll even find someone has taken care of breakfast for us!" George begins to show Ruby how to heat up the food, and she actually pays attention while he shows her.

"You know, I don't have a lot of friends myself. Well, I didn't used to. More because I didn't trust anyone. But moving to Promise City changed that, I have some really great friends there now. It's why living there is important to me. I want to prove to myself that I can make it on my own without resorting to the uh, other stuff. You know, make it for real, like you. I also don't want to be deserting the friends I have finally made. I like to think they count on me, you know what I mean? Even if they don't need me, they are very important to me and I miss them.

Plus, I have my saloon there now, and did I tell you it's a hotel now too? Anyway, it's very popular, maybe the most popular and successful saloon in the whole city! Course there is the Palace run by that idiot Adair but his saloon is just a whorehouse anyway. Of course, I, with my singing, have many adoring fans at the Lucky Lady," she teases, "And what would they do without me if I didn't return?" Ruby was finally relaxing, the thought of a fun night, casual dinner and some drinks very appealing to her. Especially that it was going to be with George. Her eyes twinkle and the smile naturally stays on her face as they continue to talk.

George says, "Well, given my own experiences in Promise City I won't object if I never see that place again." "How are you going to woo me properly if you won't even come to where I live darling?" Ruby teases. She notices the look on George's face and she stops teasing. "I can totally understand that you had a bad experience George. A lot of that was my fault, and I'm so sorry. But there were a lot of people there who liked you. Especially Dorita and Pedro, and Mr. Gonzales at the El Parador. They loved you and think you're just fabulous. They never really liked me being with Jake. I mean, look at the party they were giving for you, for us..." In a more dour voice she continues, "And of course, your cousin is there."

She puts the smile back on her face. "I hope you'll consider giving Promise City another try. I would be devastated to know you'll never visit. Please say you'll at least think about it." He replies, "I am considering visiting Tucson again based upon what Richard has suggested. You have property there as well. I'm afraid that's as close as I hope to ever get again to Promise City." She says, "I do own a very small part of the meeting house there, but I don't think I'll be there all that much..." Ruby seems very disappointed in George's answer as many thoughts runs through her head before she perks up again.

"Well, perhaps I can persuade you differently over the course of this weekend. Don't think of it as visiting Promise City as visiting me." Ruby quickly changes the subject. "So, while we're making this fabulous meal," she pours them some generous glasses of wine that George has taken out to go with their meals, "Why don't you tell me what you think is going to happen between us?" George replies, "I have no idea, I'm willing to take this one step at a time." Ruby takes a few big gulps from her glass. "Alright then. Why don't you tell me what you look for in a woman? That might be a good start." She takes another gulp. "Just trying to figure out who you are and what you like George."

He replies, "I am the same person I always was. An adventurer, although many of my adventures take place within my own imagination. I imagine a time where the magic of photography will be in the hands of the common man. I imagine a world where workers share in the wealth of the owners for the betterment of all. I imagine a world where music will be available for everybody to hear. And I have imagined a time where our lives are intertwined Ruby. None of those may happen, but I have to follow my dreams."

She says, "And you should, you really should. For a long time I gave up even imagining I had dreams and it's like I was dead inside. I don't want to be like that anymore, it's horrible." Ruby steps closer to him, so their shoulders are touching. "I'm not saying your dreams will come true either, but it's better to try than to be dead like I was. Besides, you're doing pretty well making them come true so far. I think so anyway." Ruby blushes a little, then pushes herself off the counter, glass in hand.

She exaggerates as she spins around the kitchen. "You know what I need? I need someone to take care of me, make me feel safe, and most importantly to know that I'm really loved, for who I am and not what I look like. I really need that. And what I want? Someone adventurous, smart, strong, honest and true." She bounces over to George and ends up right next to him where she began. "Someone sexy, someone who knows I want a kiss, and takes it instead of asking. Someone who likes to have fun like I do." She lowers her voice, "Wouldn't it be amazing to find someone who was all the things you needed and wanted?"

George grabs Ruby, pulls her to him, and plants a kiss on her lips. Ruby throws her arms around George and passionately returns his kiss. Her heart pounds, her belly flutters and for a moment, she feels like a schoolgirl with her first crush. She finally pulls herself away from the kiss, although not too far. "George," she says breathlessly, "That was... nice." Nice? Nice?? What's wrong with you Ruby West?? she yells at herself. You're acting like an idiot! No, she argues with herself, You're acting like you actually have feelings for him.

She clears her thoughts away by clearing her throat. "Nice may not be the best word. I don't know what the right word is at the moment." Instead of finding the right word she takes his hand and places it on her chest, so he can feel her heart pounding himself. George breaks the kiss and pulls away. He stammers, "I...I'm truly sorry Ruby. I am acting inappropriately. Please forgive me." "Who says you're acting inappropriately? Isn't that for us to decide?" She takes a step closer for the step he took away. "Didn't you like my kiss George?"

"Yes...of course....but Ruby, this isn't right. We're here alone, we shouldn't allow our emotions to carry us away," he states. "Didn't you hear anything about the kind of man I want?" She steps away from him and takes another drink of wine. She tries to busy herself with the food preparation but really she's just avoiding looking at him. She wonders why she keeps letting herself get disappointed... and where her wits have gone. She says quietly still without looking at him, "I don't know what you want from me George. Either you want me or you don't."

He replies, "Oh, I want you Ruby, so very much. But I don't want to take unfair advantage of you. You have had an emotional day and you've been drinking. I wouldn't want to do anything that would make you think less of me tomorrow." Ruby finally smiles at George, her hair spilling over one shoulder as she gazes at him. "I don't think there's any way I could think less of you Mr. Eastman. You are one of the finest people I know. Maybe THE finest." She makes eye contact with him for a few long moments. "Why don't we eat now? I still have lots to tell you about. We can talk more about kissing... later... if you'd like."

He says that sounds like a good idea. He checks the food and finds it is warmed up enough, placing it on their plates. He refills their wine glasses. As they begin to eat he asks, "So, what else did you want to tell me?" She states, "Well, I certainly have some stories to tell you. Good thing we have all night." Over the course of their meal Ruby recounts the story to George of the Cowboy Gang and her involvement with them. How the fear took over their lives for so long and how she almost died. About the books, about her friends actions, about the Festival. And how she believes the danger, at least most of it, is over now. She finishes up the story, "Of course, we did manage to find SOME fun through all of that, so it's not like it was all bad. But the day Ringo died, when Jake killed him, a great weight was lifted off of all of us."

"Crazy story, huh?" Ruby laughs. They both had consumed a few glasses of wine and Ruby was finally feeling the warm, relaxed state that she enjoyed so much. He says, "My, you certainly have had your share of adventure. I can see why you are anxious to hurry back to Arizona, aside from being mistaken for bank robbers this community must pale by comparison."

"You know George, I like adventure, I long for it even, but not that kind of adventure. I like the exotic kind, you know exploring ancient cities, wandering through the Pyramids or the rain forest, like you did, seeing new and exciting lands and people, that kind of stuff. Not being hunted day and night by murderers." She swirls the thick red wine in her glass as she speaks. "As for Rochester, my parents are here, which makes the place much less appealing to me. Honestly, I can't believe you're still friends with them. I'll admit, Promise City isn't the most glamorous town but truth be told, and I've mentioned it before, my friends are there. I'm sure you can understand that."

He states emphatically, "I am not their friend, I am their acquaintance. My recent dealings with them have to do with a sale and transfer of some property. They knew of you now being in Arizona but did not hear it from me, apparently my cousin sent them a letter. I told them that we had seen one another and showed them a photograph that I had taken of you there. I'm now sorry that I did, I doubt they would have recognized you from the photograph in today's newspaper otherwise." Ruby smiles, and put her hand on George's. "It's alright, it's not your fault." She laughs, "I would have loved to be a fly on the wall when they saw that picture. I'm sure I am nothing they hoped I would be."

The smile fades off Ruby's face. "You don't think they will try anything to do with me, do you?" He replies, "I do not know. I am sure that your mother would still like to see you married to me." Ruby says, "Yes, I'm sure she would like to take advantage of your success. But I'm quite certain that is not a good enough reason to marry someone. Shouldn't love be a part of the decision? The only part actually? People should only marry if the two of them truly love each other. Otherwise, how will it work?" She leans her elbow on the table and rest her head in her palm. Leaning towards him she says, "Don't you agree?"

He says, "Absolutely, I have always felt that love is critical for the success of any marriage. Arranged marriages have their place in the world among royalty and the well-to-do, but without the feelings of the heart what do you really have there? Just a business arrangement? That is no way to go about things, you have to truly believe." "Well, I'm glad we agree on that. I never thought there would come a day that I even considered getting married myself. Love is a crazy thing," she shrugs. Ruby is quiet... there is more she wants to stay on the topic but she hasn't had quite enough wine yet.
 

Chapter Two-hundred-eighteen, “Message from the Priestess“, Sunday, June 18th, 8:00 A.M.

Minerva groans as she rolls over, her muscles tight from a night of sword practice. "Right, the sermon. I have been trying to think of the right words to get them to think of the gods will before they cast their vote in the election tomorrow. I think believe that I have already said what needs to be said, but I will repeat it once more as it is worth repeating. She drags herself out of bed rolls her shoulders to loosen the muscles and makes ready for the Sunday service. The worship service is well attended, with quite of few of the candidates from all three political parties in attendance, as well as several dozen first time attendees, many of them visitors in town for either the poker tournament or the Shakespeare play.

Chester attends morning services at the church with Clarisse. She says to him, "I heard a rumor that there was someone shot up the Lucky Lady last night. Do you know what happened, Chet?" He says, "It was nothing like that, dear. Someone broke into the cooper's shop last night. Jeff Mills was outside getting some air, when he heard the glass breaking. He chased the guy off, but not before he got shot at. Luckily the shots went wide. I couldn't find the burglar." She states, "Well I'm just glad that nobody was hurt. Why would anybody try to rob the Cooper Shop, there's nothing there except empty barrels?" Chester shrugs. "Beats me. Maybe they thought Coyote Kay kept money in the shop. The best thing is that nobody got hurt."

Minerva stands before the podium, looking every inch the righteous servant of the gods in her green priestly garbs topped with a crown of Olive leaves that nestles in her thick black, unbound hair wills the congregation to silence with her dark burning eyes and in a clear booming voice that carries across the square begins: It is imperative that all good people of Promise city; men, women, non-human and human, alike join together for the good of the town and the glory of the gods and make Their will known. Let us reflect upon the words of this brave man, and remember those who fought, and continue to fight, for the freedom and equality.

Like an unchecked cancer, hate corrodes the personality and eats away its vital unity. Hate destroys a man's sense of values and his objectivity. It causes him to describe the beautiful as ugly and the ugly as beautiful, and to confuse the true with the false and the false with the true.
In January 1863 a great American, signed the Emancipation Proclamation. This momentous decree came as a great beacon light of hope to millions of non-humans, who had been seared in the flames of withering injustice. It came as a joyous daybreak to end the long night of captivity.
But, we must face the tragic fact that the non-human is still not free.

The life of the non-human is still sadly crippled by the manacles of segregation and the chains of discrimination. The non-human lives on a lonely island of poverty in the midst of a vast ocean of material prosperity. The non-human is still languishing in the corners of Promise City society and finds himself an exile in his own land. So we have come here today to dramatize an appalling condition. In a sense we have come here to cash a check. When the architects of our republic wrote the magnificent words of the Constitution and the declaration of Independence, they were signing a promissory note to which every American was to fall heir. This note was a promise that all men would be guaranteed the inalienable rights of life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness.

It is obvious today that Promise City has defaulted on this promissory note insofar as her citizens of various races are concerned. Instead of honoring this sacred obligation, Promise City has given the non-human people a bad check which has come back marked "insufficient funds." But we refuse to believe that the bank of justice is bankrupt. We refuse to believe that there are insufficient funds in the great vaults of opportunity of this town. So we have come to cash this check -- a check that will give us upon demand the riches of freedom and the security of justice. We have also come to this hallowed spot to remind Promise City of the fierce urgency of now.

This is no time to engage in the luxury of cooling off or to take the tranquilizing drug of gradualism. Now is the time to rise from the dark and desolate valley of segregation to the sunlit path of racial justice. Now is the time to open the doors of opportunity to all of the God's children. Now is the time to lift our town from the quicksand of racial injustice to the solid rock of brotherhood.

It would be fatal for the town to overlook the urgency of the moment and to underestimate the determination of the non-human. This sweltering summer of the non-human’s legitimate discontent will not pass until there is an invigorating autumn of freedom and equality. Eighteen sixty-three is not an end, but a beginning. Those who hope that the non-human needed to blow off steam and will now be content will have a rude awakening if the town returns to business as usual. There will be neither rest nor tranquility in Promise City until all are granted his citizenship rights. The whirlwinds of revolt will continue to shake the foundations of our town until the bright day of justice emerges.

But there is something that I must say to my people who stand on the warm threshold which leads into the palace of justice. In the process of gaining our rightful place we must not be guilty of wrongful deeds. Let us not seek to satisfy our thirst for freedom by drinking from the cup of bitterness and hatred. We must forever conduct our struggle on the high plane of dignity and discipline. We must not allow our creative protest to degenerate into physical violence. Again and again we must rise to the majestic heights of meeting physical force with soul force. The marvelous new militancy which has engulfed the non-human and female community must not lead us to distrust of all human males, for many of our human brothers, as evidenced by their presence here today, have come to realize that their destiny is tied up with our destiny and their freedom is inextricably bound to our freedom. We cannot walk alone.

And as we walk, we must make the pledge that we shall march ahead. We cannot turn back. There are those who are asking the devotees of civil rights, "When will you be satisfied?" We can never be satisfied as long as our bodies, heavy with the fatigue of travel, cannot gain lodging in the hotels and boarding houses of our town. We can never be satisfied as long as a Non human in Promise City are not considered equal. No, no, we are not satisfied, and we will not be satisfied until justice rolls down like waters and righteousness like a mighty stream.

I am not unmindful that some of you have come here out of great trials and tribulations. Some of you have come fresh from narrow cells. Some of you have come from areas where your quest for freedom left you battered by the storms of persecution and staggered by the winds of police brutality. You have been the veterans of creative suffering. Continue to work with the faith that unearned suffering is redemptive.

Go home knowing that somehow this situation can and will be changed. Let us not wallow in the valley of despair. I say to you today, my friends, that in spite of the difficulties and frustrations of the moment, I still have a dream. It is a dream deeply rooted in the American dream. I have a dream that one day this nation will rise up and live out the true meaning of its creed: We hold these truths to be self-evident: that all men are created equal.

I have a dream that one day on the red hills of the south the sons of former slaves and the sons of former slave-owners will be able to sit down together at a table of brotherhood. I have a dream that one day every state sweltering with the heat of injustice and oppression, will be transformed into an oasis of freedom and justice. I have a dream that my children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin but by the content of their character. I have a dream today. I have a dream that one day the every state will be transformed into a situation where little non-human boys and girls will be able to join hands with little human boys and human girls and walk together as sisters and brothers.

I have a dream today. I have a dream that one day every valley shall be exalted, every hill and mountain shall be made low, the rough places will be made plain, and the crooked places will be made straight, and the glory of the Gods shall be revealed, and all flesh shall see it together.
This is our hope. This is the faith with which I return home. With this faith we will be able to hew out of the mountain of despair a stone of hope. With this faith we will be able to transform the jangling discords of our nation into a beautiful symphony of brotherhood. With this faith we will be able to work together, to pray together, to struggle together, to go to jail together, to stand up for freedom together, knowing that we will be free one day.

This will be the day when all of the God's children will be able to sing with a new meaning, My country, 'tis of thee, sweet land of liberty, of thee I sing. Land where my fathers died, land of the pilgrim's pride, from every mountainside, let freedom ring. And if America is to be a great nation this must become true. So let freedom ring from the prodigious hilltops and the mighty mountains From every mountainside, let freedom ring. When we let freedom ring, when we let it ring from every village and every hamlet, from every state and every city, we will be able to speed up that day when all of God's children, non human men and human men, women ,dwarves and orcs, elves, vigilance committee and, merchants, will be able to join hands and sing in the words of the old non-human spiritual, Free at last! free at last! thank God Almighty, we are free at last"

The Elections are tomorrow. It is your duty to vote. It is your duty to vote against hate to send a message to those who have closed their hearts to the gods will. Tomorrow you must vote for light and freedom and equality for all of the gods children. Go home now and search your hearts. Tomorrow the gods will guide your vote. Chester listens to the sermon in rapt attention. He hopes that it will reach the hearts of those who don't want equality among the races.

Mitchell Berg also attend the worship service and tells Chet afterwards "Helen agreed to take the duty at the jail, after being eliminated from the tournament she has no desire to go back and see the winners. Eddie had the night shift so I sent him to sleep and I plan to take a few hours off until the play this afternoon then I'll keep an eye on things there. That'll leave you and Neil to switch off between Main Street and the Lucky Lady." Chester says, "OK, Marshall. I can see why Helen wouldn't want to stick around the Lucky Lady. Since I was in the Lucky Lady last night, I can be on Main Street."

Ginnie awakens Kate at 10:45 AM. Kate sees that Ginnie is already washed up and wearing a nice dress, with the green "Lucky Lady" employee armbands on. Kate exclaims, "10:45? Is Janet gone? I asked her to wake me before she left!" Ginnie replies, "She decided to wait another day, wanting to attend the worship service today with her friends. I think they had a reconciliation of sorts yesterday." "Good," Kate sighed. "I hated to think of her leaving with so much regret. And I'll get the chance to say goodbye properly."

She put her feet on the floor, but stayed sitting for a minute. "I see you're all ready. I remember a day when you argued with me about needing more than one dress. I'm glad I won that one, and I'm glad to see you look so happy. Did you get good tips last night?" Ginnie replies, "Yes, $ 35.25 for just myself and another $ 12.65 from the shared tips pool." "Very well done," Kate said, surprised. "That's more than we make teaching in a month. Maybe I ought to stay in waitressing." Ginnie replies, "Only if we can find a place where the regular customers can afford to drop three-thousand dollars to play cards at. $ 20 of mine were from that Berwind man who spoke at the school. He's not playing any more so I doubt I will do as well today."

She got up and hugged Ginnie. "I'll get dressed and be ready in just a few minutes." She got out her yellow dress with the low, square neckline and kept talking as she dressed and fixed her hair. "Harry said something about a surprise today. I wish I had time for a bath, I could use one." Ginnie replies, "Don't you know that 'Clean' cantrip yet?" Kate says, "Of course I do, and I'll be using it too. But it's just not the same as a good soak. A spell is not relaxing, quiet, and warm."

When she was dressed, clean, and put together she went downstairs with Ginnie where they ate a quick breakfast of fruit, cheese, and bread and butter. "Maybe the big winner today will tip all of you well. They'll certainly be rich enough," she said as they locked up the house and made the short walk over to the Lucky Lady. They arrive at 11:15. Most of the employees are present including all of the children. Behind the bar covered over by a black cloth is a mounted frame three-feet-high by two-feet-wide.

Kate smiled. "I think I have guessed the surprise," she said to Ginnie. "And I am indeed happy to see it. Yesterday might have been better though." "Why?" Ginnie asks. She leans down and whispers, "You will notice Mr. Franklin will not be present today. He had no reflection and was dealt with appropriately. I believe the surprise is our new mirror." "Good guess but wrong," is the young girl's reply. Kate asks, "How long have you known about whatever this is?" Ginnie replies, "A while." Kate asks, "Am I the only person who didn't?" Ginnie replies, "Only a few knew, I'm just one to keep an eye on things."

Darla Peacock enters the room and tells the staff that Mr. Franklin has withdrawn for the tournament so there are only twelve players remaining. The three poker tables are set up in the center of the room. She gives them instructions and assignments. Van Horne comes downstairs wearing a new suit and his purple "Host" armbands followed by dealers Job Kane and Isaac Stevens with their blue "Dealer" armbands. The clock is now almost to half past the hour.
Van Horne asks the assembled group if they are ready to open up. "I believe so," Kate said. "Harry, everything ready?"

The Lucky Lady Dance Hall and Saloon opens its doors at 11:30 AM on Sunday and people begin to arrive at the tournament. Newspaperman Chumbley sets up shop on the Lucky Lady porch hawking copies of the latest edition of the Promise City Mirror, which most patrons coming in have in their hands. Not long after the Lucky Lady doors open is a public unveiling. Van Horne gathers everybody's attention and directs them to look over at the bar.

Harry Rote removes the black cloth revealing of brand a new portrait of former Lucky Lady owner Niles Hoover. Rote says, "This elaborate picture frame was hand carved and stained by Cole Rixton. The portrait was painted by Patrick Enion from a photograph taken by Roger Fly. This painting will find a permanent home at the school now named for Niles Hoover but given the public attention of the Tournament we wanted to have the unveiling and initial public viewing here as part of this event, taking place at the establishment that Niles Hoover owned."

Young Herbert Hoover makes a short speech regarding his late Uncle followed by a slightly longer speech by Harry Rote, who says that Niles was his best friend and is deeply missed. Kate pulled out her handkerchief and wiped her eyes. She had grown accustomed to Harry taking a larger role, but not to Niles being gone. None of them spoke of it much, but it was felt. She went over to Harry. "You're right, I'm very pleased. What a beautiful portrait." The unveiling over with, people begin to go about getting ready for the tournament. Most patrons get themselves something to drink from the bar and several get comfortable in seats and barstools and start to read the newspapers while they wait for the tournament to start.

Lucky Lady Tournament Host Cornelius Van Horne states “Ladies and Gentlemen. Games will resume at exactly 12:00 noon. The remaining dozen players will be at three tables and will play until either 8:00 PM or until there are only eight players remaining, whichever comes first. At that time there will be a half-hour meal break and we will consolidate down to two tables. This next session will include only the silver $ 50 poker chips, gold $ 100 poker chips and platinum $ 500 poker chips. The minimum ante will be a silver poker chip. Yesterday’s copper chips have all been sold out but a few hundred bronze chips still remain and will be available for sale at the bar as souvenirs for twenty-five cents apiece.”
 

Chapter Two-hundred-nineteen, “Tomlinson’s Request“, Sunday, June 18th, 11:45 A.M.

Chester takes his position on Main Street. His mind drifts back to last night when he went back to check on Franklin's "friends" back at the Promise City Hotel. They seemed surprised and had no idea how they got to Promise City. Chester explained that Franklin was some sort of hypnotist.

Kate asked Mr. Chumbley for a copy of the day's paper, and after helping everyone get settled let the children take over as she looked it over. The top story has the headline “Van Horne Tournament Eliminates 60% of Players during Day One!”

The story itself is a recap of the first day’s events, including colorful accounts of each time a cheater was caught. The reporter piles on high praises for the level of security provided. The story mentions Jim Franklin having completed the first day’s play but withdrawing from the tournament prior to day two, with speculation that an affiliation was discovered between him and at least one of the two ‘signal men’ who were arrested. The paper lists the remaining twelve player in descending order by starting funds for Day Two as follows:

#1 $ 11,150….’Silver’ Jake Cook
#2 $ 10,150….Evan Adair
#3 $ 8,850…..Moria Stone Enion
#4 $ 8,300…..Brady ‘The Gambler’ Hawkes
#5 $ 8,200…..Brett Maverick
#6 $ 7,600…..Bat Masterson
#7 $ 7,500…..Governor Anson P.K. Safford
#8 $ 7,400…..Commodore James Duvall
#9 $ 6,850…..Forest Morand
#10 $ 4,600…..’Poker’ Alice Ivers
#11 $ 3,000…..Victor Muratz
#12 $ 1,900…..Lottie ‘The Poker Queen’ Dano

The paper speculates that due to the dollar discrepancies the lowest three will have a very difficult time in making a comeback but that with only a $ 2,000 different between #3 and #9, and those being just a few thousand under the top two, that the tournament is clearly up for grabs among those nine players. A second page one story has the headline “Mayoral Debate Tonight”. It mentions that the mayoral debate between Frank Condon, Hamilton Fisk and Emery Shaw will be at 7:00 PM in the town hall. The story also mentions that the deadline to finalize the tickets for all political parties is at 5:00 PM, so the full ballot including all last-minute substitutions will be announced at the beginning of the debate.

The final story on the front page reads “Deadeye Douglas Spotted in New York”. The short article reads “Arthur Deadeye Douglas and his paramour and accomplice Mae Clarke were seen on Friday evening getting off a train in Rochester, New York. They were later seen meeting up with another woman believed to be either Sally Fox or Pamela Yeats. In the early morning hours Rochester Police and Pinkerton Detectives surrounded the hotel where the trio were staying but the outlaws somehow managed to escape capture. Until now a nationwide manhunt had failed to locate Douglas and Clarke who are believed to still be in the possession of over a million dollars from the recent Leadville, Colorado bank robbery. Gang members Fox and Yeats had been captured but escaped from prison on Thursday evening.

Kate sighed and shook her head. At least they weren't anywhere near here. How they managed to slip away every time they were nearly caught was a mystery, although it wouldn't be surprising if they had magic at their disposal. She folded up the paper and went back to work, keeping an eye on the clock so she wouldn't be late for the play this afternoon.

Players find their places at the tables, all of whom are with dealers they haven’t played with yet in the tournament. Cornelius Van Horne has at his table Jake Cook, Lottie Dano, Alice Ivers and Brett Maverick. Isaac Stevens has at his table Commodore Duvall, Brady Hawkes, Bat Masterson and Governor Safford. Job Kane has at his table Evan Adair, Moria Enion, Forest Morand and Victor Muratz.

Muratz appears to be somewhat confused and disoriented, looking around the room as though he were seeing it for the very first time. Kate watched Mr. Muratz with sympathy, wondering if he had been in any way willing to help Franklin. Then she looked toward Job. Mr. Tomlinson had said he would clear Job's mind this morning, although she had not suspected anything before so was unsure she'd notice any difference now.

Before the first hand is dealt, Jake recalls part of his conversation with Van Horne reflecting briefly on the players remaining in the tournament. Adair is doing better than he expected, but he is not at all surprised that he made it to the second day. Forest Morand is a surprise. Perhaps Jake new him too well from countless games played and underestimated his skill against others. Jake expected Lumley would not make day two, but was surprised when Conrad Booth did not. He did not expect Conrad to be a leader today, but guessed the man would at least make it to the start of day two. Too distracted, was all Jake could figure, he does not want this bad enough. The most of the other leaders are no surprise to Jake.

During the first hour of play at the Van Horne table Brett Maverick comes out as the early leader at the table, winning five of the nine hands played, with Ivers winning two and with Cook and Dano each winning only one. Jake Cook decides to then assist Maverick at eliminating the first distraction at their table, Lottie Dano. Though she seemed to have quite a reputation, she had not measured up the top players this weekend. As he looks over his cards, deciding whether to drop this hand or stretch for the inside straight, Silver Jake Cooks mulls over his strategy for the next hour or so. Although I have a fair amount on him, it is too early to go after Maverick. All that will do at this point is let Ivers take advantage and climb back. No, sorry Alice, it is time for you to depart the tournament as another unnecessary distraction.

Jake decides to uncharacteristically go for the inside straight, but not to risk too much on the bet. Keep them guessing on the pattern. He also begins the methodological process of taking 'Poker' Alice's remaining stake without leaving any advantage open to or confronting Maverick. Jake somehow knew he would be facing Brett Maverick as one of the players at the last table. With Jake’s more aggressive play Maverick’s luck turns, with Ivers taking five of the ten hands played in the next hour, Cook winning four, Maverick winning only one and Dano being the first player eliminated this day from the tournament. At that point Cook’s pile of chips is around the $ 12,000 mark, with Ivers at around half that and Maverick equidistant in between.

Isaac Steven’s table has relatively boring play for the first hour, with the four players betting conservatively as they size up their opponents and dealer. By 1:00 PM only a few hundred dollars have shifted hands from Masterson to the other three players. During the next hour Commodore Duvall begins to dominate, winning seven of the next twelve hands played with Safford winning three and Hawkes winning two. By 2:00 PM Duvall’s stack of chips is up by $ 2,200 from noontime while Safford is down $ 400, Hawkes is down $ 600 and Masterson is down $ 1200.

Over at Job Kane’s table Muratz comes out strong followed by Enion. As 2:00 PM draws near Adair has also started to win a few hands while Muratz’s winning streak begins to take a downturn. Enion’s winnings are now up $ 900 since noontime, Adair is up a few hundred while Morand and Muratz both now find themselves down several hundred.

As things began to settle down Kate observed the tables, wishing to see Jake do a little better and Adair do a lot worse. Unfortunately, by the time things really got rolling it was time for her leave for the play. She turned in her armbands and thanked Harry again, then walked over to the town hall. Kate arrives at the Town Hall a little early and the public is not admitted in yet, but Conrad sees her and manages to get the door unlocked for her to enter. He says, "Don't kiss me, I already have my stage make-up on." "Don't kiss me... I never thought I'd hear those words from you," she teased. "I'll have to kiss you twice later."

Kate also sees Kevin Tomlinson standing over near the stage, and from the way he is glancing at her she suspects he wishes to speak with her too. She looked over at Mr. Tomlinson until she met his eye and was certain he'd noticed. "I hope you got enough sleep last night." Conrad replies, "I believe that I did, and even if I have not getting on stage will give me a rush. Now my goal for this performance is to get through it without any of my friends and relatives getting shot. Do you think you can handle that for me?" She replies, “Not to worry. I made it a whole day yesterday without getting shot. I hope to extend that record to two days in a row.

You just concentrate of your role; you don't get this opportunity very often anymore. I wish it could be more. Do you think the performances have been successful enough to warrant another production in a few months?" Conrad says, "Yes, I would think so. Miss. Marcus will be moving on, but in truth, her role in this production has not been nearly as great as I had expected it to be. In fact, I would say that myself, Estaban Fuente and Sandra Wainwright had far more to do with it than Josephine did." Kate says, “"To be fair, she has been distracted these last two weeks. There is so much talent in this town, it would be a shame not to see it put to good use.

And perhaps next time I can be more involved. I'd like to see something by Oscar Wilde, or George Bernard Shaw myself. If this town can handle Shakespeare they can certainly handle a comedy of manners." Conrad says, "I agree. But for now let's get through this one production and then after the election I can approach the new Town Council about sponsoring future plays." Josephine Marcus comes out from the far end of the room and calls for Conrad. He says, "That's my cue, I have to go. Enjoy the production dear." She started going up on her toes to kiss him, then thumped back down on her heels. "That's right, no kisses. You enjoy it is well; you'll be wonderful."

Conrad hurried away toward Josephine and Kate casually crossed the room toward Kevin Tomlinson. Kevin approaches her and says, "I trust that you are doing well today." "Well enough. The sun is out, all seems peaceful, and I may finally get a chance to see the end of this play. I hope you haven't suffered from your late night." He replies, "No, but I have had a busy morning, treating most of the victims. None of Mr. Franklin's associates had any recent memories, each one recalling last being in Denver between four and nine days ago. The two from the jail have been treated and released. They left on the 9:00 AM stagecoach.

The two women at the Promise City Hotel are still there, trying to figure out what to do next. After being told what had transpired Mr. Muratz decided to resume playing in the tournament. I find it amusing that he ended the day at exactly $ 3,000, so today he started anew at the same point they all began at yesterday. I need for him to stay around as I haven't been able to treat him yet due to one of the treatment elixir's side effects." Kate asks, "Side effects? I didn't realize there were any. I was wondering if you'd been to see Job yet today. What are the side effects, if I may ask?"

He replies, "It makes you physically a little bit younger. Given how closely people were watching both Muratz and Kane yesterday I didn't think it would be a good idea of them showing up at the tournament today looking different than they did yesterday." "Are you sure I don't need any of that? I wouldn't mind looking a bit younger," she said lightly. "I'm getting old and careworn fulfilling my duties to protect the town." "Sorry, this elixir is only for people who have been bitten and partially drained by a vampire." She says, "Thankfully I have only been bitten and not drained; I'm more than pleased not to qualify for this particular treatment."

She sighed and grew more serious. "It's an odd position to be in, isn't it? Knowing things no one else does, and at least for me that obligates you to do something about it. But you've been in this position for a long time, haven't you?" He states, "It's what I have dedicated my life to Mrs. Kale." She was quiet for a moment. "Was there something in particular you wanted to talk about, Mr. Tomlinson. I only ask because you seemed anxious to speak when I came in." He says, “Yes, I need to do something about Shannon. Now that the immediate threat is over I need to get her some training beyond what I myself can accomplish. That would mean traveling to England. You know her family better than I do, would that present a problem to them?"

Kate answers, "Her uncle and her brother Patrick are very protective. Her mother is more easy-going than you would imagine, but still, you must think of how this would appear to all of them. I don't imagine you have any intention of telling them the truth about why she has to go. All they would know is that a handsome young man seeks to take her away to Europe, unmarried, to do the gods know what. A chaperone might go a long way toward softening them. What do you intend to tell them about the reasons for the trip?" Tomlinson states, "Shannon says that her mother values education. Several of the members of the Watcher's Council are academics, Professors at Oxford and Cambridge. I was thinking that a special invitation to an advanced seminar would be in order."

Kate says, "That seems a likely scenario, especially since Shannon has had education at the University at Belfast. It would be possible for her name to have reached professors elsewhere. I'm not sure who Mrs. O'Hara still knows, so you should consider the possibility that she'll check up on the facts. I think you have hit on a good idea, although I still think you might be facing the issue of a chaperone. How long would you be gone? You were an Oxford scholar yourself, weren't you? That would certainly explain why you would accompany her." He replies, "Would you consider accompanying us as a chaperone Mrs. Kale?"

Kate thought for a moment. "I would consider it, but I would need to know when you plan to go and for how long. I have the school here, and the ranch, although I don't pretend to think it can't operate without me. There's Ginnie and Conrad to consider, he and I are supposed to go to San Fransisco in a couple months, and..." She looked at him for a moment. "You'd find out before we got back anyway so you might as well know now, I'm also with child. Please keep that to yourself. If you present yourself as an escort so she won't have to travel alone, rather than a travel partner to begin with Mrs. O'Hara may be amenable to just the two of you going. If you need me and I can arrange it, I would go with you."

He nods and says, "Ah, I was not aware of your...condition. Perhaps you could help by clarifying for Mrs. O'Hara that my interest in her daughter is not romantic in nature. In fact, it is totally disallowed. The previous Slayer had become involved with her first watcher and that led to his violent death at the hands of her enemies." Kate says, "Before I could do that I need to know exactly what you plan on telling Mrs. O'Hara about how you and Shannon know each other. We obviously can't tell her that you're not allowed to get involved with her daughter, it wouldn't make any sense. Unless you would say you have been called to assist in the teaching of this seminar, and therefore there would be a teacher/student relationship."

He says, "That sounds like a good approach. I can contact a few of the professors on the Council to draw up letters of invitation." Josie Marcus is now glaring at Tomlinson. He says, "Excuse me, I believe that our director is become impatient. It is about time for us to open the doors to the public. She says, “"I always seem to be distracting her actors. I admit a trip to England is tempting, I've never been. If I'm needed I will help. Good luck today. I will get myself out of the way."

Kate talked with Sandra Wainwright for a few minutes, then played as the seats in the town hall filled up. Sandra is relieved to see Kate. She comments how her husband's cousin Helga and her boorish husband Gunther arrived in town that morning and are already making their lives miserable. She gestures out the Town Hall door to a plump couple waiting impatiently to enter. Kate tried not to laugh as she commiserated with the other woman. "But they cannot be staying long," she tried to encourage her. "Why are they here in the first place?" Sandra replies, "Apparently so Gunther can brag about how much better Cleveland Ohio is than the Arizona Territory, that's all he's talked about since they got off the stagecoach.”

Sandra continues, “Honestly though, they are out here regarding the disposition of the will from Helga and Don's Grandmother. We apparently have some sort of inheritance due to us but there are conditions involved that they haven't shared with us yet. Gunther is the executor of the estate. I am thinking that we might need a lawyer to help us out." "Cleveland?" Kate shrugged. "Would you like me to come over and brag about Boston? Mr. Berg is honest and clever, and being an attorney the thing he really loves. But you know that, you've been here longer than I. Just tell your relations you feel it unseemly for money to be discusses among family and will leave it all to your attorney; that may take some of the wind out of his sails." The play soon begins.
 

Chapter Two-hundred-twenty, “A Show, Dinner and Poker too!“, Sunday, June 18th, 3:00 P.M.

For the next hour at the Poker Tournament, Steven’s table turns into a poker duel between Duvall and Hawkes with an occasional win by Masterson while Safford starts to lose hundreds of dollars with every hand. At Kane’s table that hour becomes golden for Enion who wins seven of nine hands, Morand and Muratz each taking one and Adair taking none.

The playing at Van Horne’s table gets boring. Dano and Maverick neither one show any attempt to raise the pots above the minimum ante and the winning hands alternating between the three of them. Maverick starts to tell stories about growing up in east Texas along the Louisiana border and of various types of trouble that he and his brother Bart would get into. Jake is still willing to hold to his strategy for now, but contemplates when to switch to grinding to drive Alice Ivers out of the game or at least deplete her bankroll so she falls at the next table early. He has the stake to do it, and it should not put him at risk with Maverick. He chuckles to himself inside, it is just boring.

At the Town Hall, having seen the beginning of the play twice now Kate was a bit distracted watching it again. Her mind went from Edwin Booth sitting next to her to the tournament, to Mr. Tomlinson and Shannon O'Hara and the temptation to leave her responsibilities behind for a while and go to England. The mood in the hall was relaxed as many families had chosen this show rather than the evening shows in the saloons. Kate played during the intermissions, then sat back to pay attention to the last two acts which she had managed to miss the rest of the weekend.

Fairly boring play continues at the Van Horne table for the next hour. None of the three players appears to be willing to be the first one to change the level of the game. Maverick is doing only marginally better than the other two, but finished up by 4:00 PM with each player within a few hundred dollars of where they had been two hours earlier. Van Horne finally makes a comment "I would say that all three of you are very well versed in long-haul tournament play and knowing the importance of riding a lull in the middle to conserve both mental energy and finances. However, that strategy is not without its own risk, as players elsewhere in the room seem to be now accumulating rather large stacks of chips. It would be dangerous to allow yourself to fall too far behind."

Looking around that appears to be the case. At the Stevens table Safford apparently never heard of long-haul poker as he continued for the entire hour of hemorrhaging large amounts of money with every hand in hope of the big win that never comes. His losses are fairly evenly distributed among the other three with Hawkes doing a little better than Duvall and Masterson. By 4:00 PM Safford is down to his last$ 1,300 with Duvall and Hawkes both now up to over $ 11,000. Masterson is down several hundred from where he began the day but still appears to be having a fun time.

Over at Kane’s table both Moratz and Morand had loosing streaks with Adair taking 60% of the hands to Enion’s 40%. By 4:00 PM Adiar has around $ 11,000, Enion is at around $ 12,000, Morand has dropped to $ 4,000 and Muratz is down to his last $ 700. Speculation begins to rise in the audience that the evening break will occur well before 8:00 PM if Safford, Morand and Muratz all continue to lose at this pace.

Jake has the lead, and determines to hold to his strategy for a bit longer waiting for one of the others to break first. Maverick is the one who decides to change the momentum, now beginning to raise the stakes. Dano reluctantly goes along, calling but not raising beyond the pace that Maverick is setting. Jake continues to focus on Dano without giving special advantage to Maverick. For a while he lets Maverick drive the momentum before he sporadically drives the pot up, half the time with his best hands and the other half with empty bluffs. He judges this is a good time to make things unsettled.

Jake Cook is dealt three good winning hands in a row before Maverick has a comeback with the next two hands Jake then wins another followed by two more by Maverick then two more by Jake. By 5:00 Cook’s winnings have increased over $ 2,000 during the last hour, with ninety-percent of that having come from Alice Ivers.

Lively play has continued at the Stevens table as well, with Safford continuing to lose and is down to his final $ 300 by 5:00 P.M. Masterson has also played poorly during that hour with Duvall and Hawkes sharing the winnings fairly evenly. At the Kane table, Victor Murtaz is eliminated from the tournament at 4:15 and Morand continues to lose money, wining only two of ten hands played in the hour starting at 4:00 PM with Adair and Enion each taking four. After Muratz was eliminated from the tournament the size of each pot becomes more conservative. By 5:00 PM Morand has lost around $ 1,000 during that hour which is evenly distributed among the other two.

Back at Town Hall, Conrad throws considerable gusto into his performance as Romeo, particularly during his death scene in the final act. At the play's completion Edwin Booth is the first one in the hall on his feet and disobeying doctor's orders removes his arm from the sling and claps loudly. Kate was just behind him, finally swept up in the play. As other applause overtook Edwin's she said, "Edwin, I'll never forgive you if I have to stitch that arm back up. I can applaud for both of us," she smiled. The older man obediently does as instructed. "He was marvelous, wasn't he?" Edwin exclaims. "Oh yes. A fitting addition to your family, I think. This is what he should be doing, not playing poker."

Edwin Booth's acquaintances Berwind and Roosevelt are also present and come forward to join Edwin and Kate. They suggest going out for a nice dinner together at the Promise City Hotel. Edwin wishes to bring his brother along as well so they wait until the actors are done. They get Conrad's attention and he says he will meet them there. He also asks if Josephine Marcus can come along, as she was hoping to get to spend some time with the famous elder Booth. Edwin says that is fine, they will save them seats.

Kate heads off with the three men, arriving at the restaurant at 5:15 PM. They get a table for six. She comments, "You know, I don't think I've eaten since breakfast, I didn't realize how hungry I was," she said, taking the seat Edwin Booth held for her. "What did you gentlemen think of the play?" Roosevelt and Berwind indicate that they both have spent considerable time at the theater in New York City and found the two leads in the play to be excellent. Melissa Smith arrives to take their food order. Edwin Booth says that they will wait until they are joined by their two other companions join them. Berwind asks about a wine list and Mrs. Smith tells her that alcoholic beverages are not served there. Edwin suggests that she bring them glasses of whatever fruit juices they have in stock.

Kate says, "Mrs. Smith's cooking is well worth a meal without a bit of wine, believe me. In fact, I think you'd rather not have any of your senses dulled at all for her dinners. I hope you aren't too disappointed about not being in the tournament any longer," Kate said to Mr. Berwind and Mr. Roosevelt. "Although my impression has been many were willing to pay the $3000 just to find out how far they could get." Roosevelt replies, "I knew I wouldn't last that long, I just wanted to give it a chance." Berwind says, "I was disappointed, I expected to make it to the final table."

"Ah, our Romeo and Juliet" Roosevelt exclaims as Conrad and Josephine arrive. Edwin stands and hold the chair for the lady. Kate turned and smiled at the actors, but mostly at Conrad who took the seat next to her. "It was more than I had dreamed, you must be so pleased." "It has been a good day," is Conrad's reply. She leaned over to him and whispered, "Did you see your brother stand up, clapping for you like a mad-man?" Conrad nods that he did.

Mrs. Smith returns and takes the meal orders for the table. The charismatic Roosevelt initiates most of the dinner conversation, much of it directed towards Miss. Marcus. She is outgoing and talkative. Kate was happy to let the others carry the burden of the conversation and let herself fade into the background a bit. She felt just a bit intimidated by her company so listened with interest but kept mostly to asking questions and offering opinions when she felt her knowledge strong enough to support them. Josie continues to dominate the conversation until the subject shifts to discussing Wyatt Earp's trail the next morning, when she becomes totally quiet.

When the topic turned to Wyatt Earp Kate snuck a glance at Josephine and wondered how she could shift the subject away. She was also aware of Conrad at her side and the fact that Earp might still be a tender subject between them. "Let us hope the trial is swift and fair," Kate commented. "This town has had enough of trials. I'm more concerned about Mr. Watson's myself." Conrad is quick to change the subject, asking Edwin what his plans are for the near future. This provides the elder Booth with the opportunity to talk about his Player's Club in front of Roosevelt and Berwind who he will later seek donations from.

When the conversation died down about the Player's Club, Kate asked Conrad, "What are your plans for the near future? It seems you've been bitten by the acting bug again." Conrad says, "Well, there aren't too many opportunities for acting here in Promise City and as long as you are here Mrs. Kale I don't picture myself being anywhere else. I assume that I will still have a job at the Long Branch Saloon once this poker tournament is over with, in which case that is where I will continue to work." Kate says, "We'll just have to make opportunities here, then. I hope you'll at least go visit the Player's Club again."

She dropped the subject and kept a smile on her face, asking Berwind what he thought of the mining operations in the area. Berwind talks about how they are interesting and then gives a long-winded discourse on the differences between silver mining and coal mining operations. 'Well, that will teach me to hold my tongue,' Kate thought to herself as Mr. Berwind talked on and on. She kept the interested look on her face even as she allowed her mind to go elsewhere, eventually concentrating on finishing her dinner. Millissa Smith arrives towards the end of the meal to offer the table a variety of choices of pies and cobblers for dessert.

Kate's eyes immediately lit on a piece of cherry cobbler. Who knew how anyone got cherries in Arizona, but she wasn't going to ask, just enjoy. "The mayoral debate will be starting soon," Kate said once everyone had been served. "I'm not sure that's of much interest to anyone but myself, except perhaps Mr. Roosevelt. Unless you're on a vacation from politics." Conrad says, "I plan to attend." Edwin says, "I will as well then, I'm curious what the next leader of my brother's town has on his mind. Did the paper say that there are three candidates running? How do their views differ?"

Kate says, "The three are quite different, really. One man, Frank Condon, represents the Law and Order party. It was born of a group called the Vigilance Committee. They have had suggestions in the past such as outlawing all gambling and prostitution and passing ordinances that all women have to wear long sleeves and high-necked gowns. I don't think Mr. Condon is that extreme, but the basic idea of that party is that strict laws governing almost every aspect of life will lead to a safe, orderly, and moral community. At the other end of the spectrum is Hamilton Fisk. He's a lawyer with his fingers in any number of pies. His party is a little harder to define, but the basic idea is we should all just be able to do as we choose. Especially if you're his friend, or making money for him.

The other candidate, Emery Shaw, is in the middle. He takes a long-term view for the town. The Unity party's idea is basically to place some limits so we can all live as peacefully together as possible without crushing too many toes. So instead of trying to close all saloons or leave them completely unregulated, the Unity party might suggest that after 11:00 P.M. the neighbors should not be able to hear saloon noise even if they are still open. I've been trying to get him to tell me some of the specifics he is going to talk about tonight, but I think he wants to surprise everyone. I imagine it would several ideas to help the town prosper now, make it a good place for families as well as gamblers and miners, and to plan for the future after the silver runs out."

Josie Marcus indicates that she has no interest in attending and should probably get to be early anyway if she is going to attend Wyatt Earp's trial in the morning. She asks if somebody could escort her back to the Gay Lady where she is staying. Edwin says, "We all can, we will take the long way to the Town Hall."

Edwin Booth’s dinner party escort Miss Marcus back to the Gay Lady where she is staying. Edwin says, "We all can, we will take the long way to the Town Hall." They arrive at the Gay Lady to see Burton Lumley rushing off to attend the debate. A young lady who Kate is unfamiliar with is singing on stage. Kate says, "Miss Marcus, do you know who that young lady is? I haven't seen her before. Not that I frequent the other saloons in town much."

Josie replies, "Her name is Corrine Treasure, although I think that last name is just a stage name. She was half of an act in Tombstone at a saloon that burned down last month. Her sister starts tomorrow night at the Comique." Berwind says, "I think I'll stay here and watch her. Enjoy the debate." Kate says, "I always forget the Comique offers good music, I'll have to stop by another night when I have more time. Enjoy yourself Mr. Berwind. Good night, Miss Marcus."

Kate took Conrad's arm and the smaller group of four moved on to the town hall. Kate was quiet, trying to think of how she was going to get out to the ranch and get two horses back into town. The hall was busy with people finding seats and the four of them managed to squeeze into the back before they were all gone.

Back at the Lucky Lady, Jake keeps the pressure up on the game, but switches styles again for a while becoming more conservative. He does not want a head to head game with anyone this early, especially Brett Maverick. He intends to keep them guessing about how he will play when it gets near the end. He is happy to watch for opportunities while he lets Alice Ivers struggle along and continue to lose for a while longer. Conservative play resumes at the Van Horne table, with Ivers continuing to lose but to a much smaller degree, with each pot played again at or near the minimum ante. By 6:00 PM she is down to the $ 3,500 level with Maverick at around $ 10,000 and Cook now over $ 14,000. Jake continues with the same strategy for the next hour or so, playing conservative and watching for opportunities.

Predictibly, Safford is soon eliminated from the Stevens table and Masterson continues to lose as well, Duvall and Hawks continuing to split the winnings. By 6:00 PM Hawkes has over $ 13,000, Duvall over $ 11,000 and Masterson down to $ 6,000. Job Kane’s table continues at the slower pace with small pots, Enion doing better than her two opponents as Morand's pile of chips decreases to a mere $ 2,650 with Adair at over 11,000 and Enion in excess of $ 13,000. The spectators begin to take side bets as to whether Ivers, Morand or Masterson will be the next one eliminated. While Masterson’s funds are around twice that of the other two low players the table that he is at appears to be the only one at the moment playing higher-stake hands, thus giving him the potential to win or lose at a faster pace.

Duvall and Hawkes finally notice and react to the minimal play taking place at the Van Horne table with the Stevens table also now adopting a slower paced game with very few hands raised above the ante. During the next hour both tables become very dull to watch, with all six players each swapping winning hands among each other. At the Van Horne table Maverick comes out slightly ahead for the hour, while Duvall and Masterson each pick up a few hundred from Hawkes. The table that attracts the audience’s attention is therefore Kane’s as Adair and Enion both start increasing the stakes in order to eliminate Morand. Their strategy works with Morand down $ 1,100 by almost 7:00 PM. Enion looses an equal amount to Adair, but appears unconcerned by that as she had the money to lose while Morand does not.

Shortly before 7:00 PM several audience members head out to watch the mayoral debate. The motion in the crowd is like a trigger causing Jake to abruptly change style. He plays more agressively, raising pots and putting pressure on the woman but more than happy to take money from Maverick as well. It is time for his planned sprint to the eight o'clock break. The pace picks up at the Van Horne table, with all three betting much large amounts although each gambler wins an equal number of hands for the first twenty minutes, two apiece, thus keeping the chip piles still similar. Cook then wins the next followed by one by Maverick as the clock reaches 7:30 PM.

The Steven’s table has continues on with lackluster play, with Hawkes and Masterson now winning a few hundred each at Duvall’s expense. At Job Kane’s table the higher stakes game continues with Enion now winning slightly more than Adair up until Morand is eliminated a little after 7:30 PM, thus making enough players out to trigger the break. That occurs when Steven’s table is also between hands, so they stop. Van Horne has already begun to deal his next hand, so Kane and Steven’s tables both stop and wait as Van Horne’s group plays out what will be the final hand before the meal break.

With the full attention of the room now on them things become very interesting at the table. Jake Cook is dealt a hand that includes the Ten, Jack and King of Clubs. On the first draw he takes two cards, now finding himself in possession of the Queen of Clubs and a Six of Spades. Ivers and Maverick also appear to have good hands, as they each call and raise $ 400, the pot growing to $ 1,350. There remains one more draw and one more chance to raise the pot. Ivers stays with the five cards in her hand. Maverick takes one card. Van Horne turns to Jake and asks how many cards he would like.

"One," Jake says without emotion. Hoping for the Ace of Clubs, Jake is only mildly disappointed to receive the Nine of Clubs instead, leaving him with a straight flush, King high. Ivers raises the pot by $ 300. Maverick calls the $ 300 and raises $ 300 more. They turn to Jake for his bet. Jake stares at his cards for a long moment. His eyes do not waiver nor do his hands budge even a fraction of an inch. After the appropriate dramatic pause is over he says, "I will see the $600 and raise an equal amount." He lets the words hang in the air for three seconds before he counts out the necessary amount of chips and places them in the pot without any flourish. Both of the others call the bet.

With a slight grin on her face, Ivers lays down her cards comprised of four eights and the Queen of Hearts. Maverick smiles and politely comments, “I am sorry Mrs. Ivers, but I am afraid that your four eights do not beat my straight flush.” Jake says, "Old Caleb White once told me that Hades has no fury like a woman who loses with four of a kind." Jake puts a hand to his cards that are face down on the table. "Since I was called, proper poker etiquette demands I display my hand."

He picks the cards up with one hand places them down in a stack face up with the nine of clubs showing. "I too have a straight flush, Mr. Maverick. Who will Hermes smile upon in this hand I wonder?" With one finger he reveals his cards by neatly sliding them apart. "It appears that Hermes is smiling upon us both," Maverick replies as he places down his own straight flush, King high, with his suit being in diamonds.

Van Horne comments "A tie in poker, a very unusual occurrence." He then instructs Boston Harker to be sure to divide the pot in the center of the table evenly between Cook and Maverick. The clock is now nearing 7:45 PM when Cornelius Van Horne announces, “We will take a thirty-minute meal break. Tables will now be consolidated to two tables of four players each. Silver poker chips will be removed from play, the minimum ante for the next session being a gold poker chip. Silver chips will be available at the bar for $ 1 each. The next session will last until three more players are eliminated, at which point we will take another break and consolidate down to our final table.”

Of the remaining eight players Ivers loss in the last hand brings her down to a paltry $ 600. Masterson is next lowest at $ 6,800, an amount far below the next highest player being Duvall at $ 10,500 followed by Maverick next at $ 11,500. Of the current four highest, numbers two through four are separated by only $ 700 with Enion at $ 13,200, Hawkes at $ 13,500, Adair at $ 13,900. Cook is leading now with $ 15,700.
 

Chapter Two-hundred-twenty-one, “The Question Game“, Saturday, June 17th, 9:45 P.M.

George asks Ruby, "So, what do you think of my house? Your parent's place is maybe five times the size, but as I said before, I bought this many years ago and it works fine for myself and my three employees." She says, "I like it! It's much bigger and nicer than my house. I wish I had the water in the tub like you do. Now that would be a wonderful luxury. Although," she teases, "It could use a woman's touch for decorations. I mean, your pictures are beautiful but you could use some color around here!"

He replies, "Well, my cook is a woman and she has made some suggestions about how to improve the place. Maybe I should allocate a budget and let he make those changes." "Oh, I'm just teasing you George. The place is really nice. Although I do prefer lots of color..." She smiles, "What's the backyard look like? Care to give me a tour?" He states, "No, until that newspaper comes out I would just as soon not have any of the neighbors see you and think that I'm harboring a fugitive. But you can look out from the back windows."

Ruby frowns. "But it's dark out! And are your neighbors that nosy?" She sighs, "Okay, I guess it's better to get the tour during the daytime anyway. How about we play the question game instead? That would be fun. Are you up for that Mr. Eastman?" she grins. "We could do it while we eat our dessert." He says, "The question game? You mean when you think of a historical person and the other person has twenty questions to guess their identity?" Ruby laughs. "No I'd fail miserably at that game! It's where I get to ask you any question and you answer, and after you answer, then you get to ask me one. It could be silly or serious or anything in between. Come on," Ruby goads, "It'll be fun and informative, I promise."

He pours himself another cup of wine and says, "Okay, I guess I'd be willing to try. Go ahead with your first question." "Good sport!" She holds out her glass to be refilled also. She had been doing more speaking over dinner than drinking and was ready for another. "Let's see...," she taps her full lips, "An easy one. What's your favorite color?" He replies, "It depends on the application. For advertising I find that mustard yellow is the most effective. For other things....well I've always been partial to red."

She states, "Me too! My favorite color is red. But I guess that might be obvious. I knew you had good taste. Why don't we go in the sitting room, we'd be more comfortable I think. We can take care of the dishes later." Ruby stands and stretches a little. "So, what's my question?" He asks "Have you ever posed for a formal portrait from a professional photographer?" They take the bottle of wine and their glasses, make their way into the sitting room and sit next to each other on the couch. Ruby sits sideways on the couch, facing George.

" To answer your question, I have actually, in Promise City." Ruby blushes a little bit at the thought. "He was uh, your cousins competitor." She takes a quick sip of wine. "He was going to be doing the photographs for the festival. He didn't really know what he was doing. I tried to help, but I don't really know what I was doing either." She shrugs. "They came out pretty good regardless. I wouldn't be opposed to someone who actually knew what they were doing taking my picture though. Some of those pictures you took when you were in Promise City came out really good." She grins again, "Are you asking me to take my picture?"

He states, "Ah, an easy question, the answer is Yes." She says, "Well, I look forward to it then, my professional photo shoot. I hope it happens soon. And I hope I can get one or you and me out of that too." He says, “Now it is my turn. What is your favorite mode of transportation? She comments, "Now, hmmm.... that's a hard question! For regular every day travel I would have to say your coach outside is pretty darned nice. But the truth is, any transportation that gets me to faraway places I want to go works for me. Like the train. Or..."

She pauses, wondering if George has even heard of what she's thinking of. She takes a sip of wine. "I'd have to say my favorite way of traveling is the spell that my wizard friend knows. It's a teleport spell and can take you anywhere you want to go. So that's my answer." She waits to see George's reaction. His eyes go wide and he says, "A wizard spell...that can take you from one place to another? Why that is...incredible."

Ruby excitably continues, "Yes, it IS incredible! You wouldn't believe it! In one moment, as fast as the blink of an eye, you can be from one place to another. My teacher took us, me, my friend Kate and his great granddaughter, from Promise City to New Orleans. We spent the night there, having dinner, visiting a few different clubs and dancing. At the end of the night, he brought us home. It was really amazing. And he took my friend Kate across the world to Greece! Imagine that. WE could travel anywhere we wanted." Ruby blushes. "I mean, you could." "And it's...safe?" he inquires.

She answers, "Sure it's safe! I mean, I wouldn't try to do it myself, you'd have to be with someone who knows how to cast it. But sure, it's safe. If you'd like, I can show you some stuff I can do later. After our question game!" "So my next question is, if you were going to travel somewhere soon, where would it be?" He replies, "I have always wanted to see the Great Wall of China." "How exotic! Would you take me with you?" she smiles mischievously He replies, "It would be a rather long trip, probably two to three months. I couldn't spare that much time away from my work right now, but maybe someday.

Now for my next question....why did you come to Rochester?" "You didn't answer the question George! But I'll let you off the hook for this one," she laughs. "Why did I come to Rochester? Well," she pauses, taking a moment to think, "The truth? The truth is, I came to see you. When I first decided to stop here, I was only coming to return your ring to you. I felt like it was hanging over my head. I didn't want you to think I turned you down and kept it for the money or something. But as time went by I realized I just really wanted to see you, maybe the ring was my excuse."

Ruby pulls her feet up underneath herself. "I wanted to make sure you were okay after what happened that horrible night. I... I've been thinking about how good of friends we used to be. I guess after everything I've been though, I just forgot. You know, the one thing I really ever wanted was to be loved by someone. You know it wasn't my parents. And now, I never believe anyone when they tell me. But you... you've always cared about me. And I shouldn't have been so careless with how I treated you. And I wanted you to know I was sorry." She shrugs then laughs. "So I guess that's my very long winded answer. Is that what you wanted to hear?"

He exclaims, "What I wanted to hear? Ruby, all that I ever want to hear from you is the truth. But on that note I think we should probably end this game, it is getting rather late." Ruby's face doesn't hide her disappointment. "Alright, if that's what you want." She stands from the couch. "I had fun tonight George, I really did." He replies, "And I did too. This has been a good day and tomorrow's newspaper will clear up the misunderstanding with the authorities. I never telephoned your parents back and should probably leave a note for William in case they call in the morning. Any suggestions about what I should say?"

She states, "I don't want you to get caught in any lies or get in any trouble because of me. So don't lie about it. But I really don't want to see them and can't imagine they'd want to see me. Just tell them I am safe and happy and will be returning to Promise City very soon." He says, "Okay, I will leave him a note to that effect." He walks her down the hallway to the door of the guest room where she is staying.

She follows behind him, although slowly. She stops in the doorway near him, staring briefly into the darkness. She looks back to George and smiles at him. "Thank you, for the very enjoyable day. You really did a lot for me today and I appreciate it." He says, "We can discuss it more tomorrow." Ruby senses that he is stalling. "I'm sure we will." She sways closer to him. "Is there something else you want to say George?" "Only goodnight," is his awkward reply. She continues to look deep into his eyes and says, "Goodnight."

Ruby then takes a small step forward into the dark room before she turns back to George. She puts her hands on his clean shaven face, stands on her toes and kisses him softly on the lips. He gives her a deep passionate kiss. Ruby falls against the door frame, pulling George with her, returning his kiss. She wraps her arms around his neck and keeps him close to her. He responds and then after a three to four minute embrace pulls himself away. He says, "Thank you...I will see you tomorrow."

Breathlessly Ruby responds, "George... I...I...," She bites her lip then says softly, "Good night." George walks over to the door to his own adjacent room and heads inside, closing the door behind him. Ruby stands in the doorway for a long moment, before heading into her own room.
She uses a spell to light the candles left inside for her. She goes to the window, opens it to feel the night air and stares up at the stars for a long while. Eventually, lost in her thoughts, she turns back into the room.

She slowly undresses and puts on her new nightgown. She had been wearing them this trip, sharing her room at night and all, and she had chosen some ones that she actually liked on some of their shopping trips through the city. They weren't the old fashioned uptight nightgowns, but rather soft, figure clinging but covering sleepwear, mostly resembling Greek and Roman gowns. Ruby takes down her hair and brushes it thoroughly before putting out the lights and plopping down, unsatisfied, in bed. She tosses and turns, restless and lonely, hot, uncomfortable. A good amount of time passes as she rolls around, her thoughts flooding through her mind.

She says to herself, “You always do better when you listen to your heart, not your head, girl. Listen to your heart.” She climbs out of bed and quietly heads to George's room. She uses her deft hands to open the door and slip inside. She sits on the edge of his bed near his head. She can't tell if he is sleeping so she whispers, "George, are you awake?" He does not reply. Her eyes adjust to the dim light. She sees him unmoving in the bed beneath the blankets and letting off a light snore.

She reaches out a hand in the dark and finds his arm. She climbs onto the bed and hovers over him, her long hair falling forward, framing her face. She lays her hand on him as she gently shakes him, "George, George, wake up please." He continues to snore. Ruby furrows her brows. She shakes him a little less gently and says in a louder voice, "George!" He rolls a bit to the right just as Ruby is shaking him awake and falls off of the bed and onto the floor with a loud "thud".

She lays on the bed with her head hanging off the edge where George is. "Awake now sweetie?" she asks. "Huh? What?" he exclaims and he untangles himself from the blankets and begins to stand up from the floor. "Are you okay George?" Ruby says, sitting upright but back on her heels and offering a hand to George to help him back in bed. "Apparently you're a very deep sleeper."

George heads over to the wall and turns on the switch for the electric lights. The bulb takes around ten seconds to turn on and illuminate. George is attired in navy blue flannel men's pajamas although he reaches over for a terrycloth robe that he then puts over it. He asks, "What's wrong Ruby? Did you have a nightmare?" Ruby squints and has to look down from the light brightening up the room. She says, "I was just... lonely. I wanted to talk to you. Do we need all that light?"

He stands there and rubs his shoulder, the spot where he hit the floor. he says, "Ruby, it's late and we've both probably had too much to drink. Why don't you go back to bed, we can talk tomorrow." "It IS tomorrow. And I'm not drunk, if that is what you're saying." She pauses for a moment before she says, "Why can't I stay here? Nothing has to happen, I just don't like sleeping alone and Jane is gone now..." She keeps her head down, still squinting from the light.

Finally her eyes adjust and she looks up towards George with her big hazel eyes. "Look, I don't know what's happening with us, I've only seen you for a day and I'm...," her voice trails off. "Well, I'm not sure what it is. And if it IS something, I want it to be right this time, I don't want to mess it up. It's important," she says rubbing her wrist in nervousness. "But I'm lonely and don't like sleeping by myself, especially in a strange place and it's dark and quiet... I'm not used to it. And we're friends. So why can't we keep each other company?"

He says, "I understand. But Ruby, it would not be appropriate.....and I would not trust myself to not fall to the temptation." Ruby blinks at George a couple of times before slowly climbing off his bed. "I understand too," she says, her voice somewhere between disappointed and cold. She walks towards the door. "I...I guess I thought you were different." He exclaims, "Different? Different than what?" She stops at the door. "When we were in Promise City, you told me you didn't care about society and all their expectations... but you do, because you talked about doing what's appropriate more than once today." She shrugs, "I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable. I should leave you now and won't bother you again."

He exclaims, "Ruby! I don't care about what society thinks! They're not here in this house and what we do is none of their business! It is not appropriate because of your friend Richard being here now. He is right upstairs and if we....well, it could make your business relationship with him more difficult. He's also proposed a business arrangement with me that would be better negotiated without the added complications. If he wasn't here I would not hesitate.""

'Well, you've certainly thought that though." In a way Ruby was glad to hear it wasn't what she thought. She looks back over her shoulder to George. "He doesn't care what we do. Why would he care? Why would that affect my business relationship with him? It has nothing to do with that at all." George says, "Ruby, how do you know that? I am not clear what your relationship is with him, he is more than just a business partner, he is also your bodyguard. Perhaps he wouldn't mind, he didn't hesitate to let you take the room beside mine. I don't know.....I do not know enough about him to draw a conclusion."

"If he didn't trust me, he wouldn't have let me out of his sight. He is here to protect me, someone is after me and he doesn't want me to get hurt. I would have told you about that but it didn't seem the right time yet. He's also become my friend this trip." She pauses for a moment. "The truth is, what I do is none of his business anyway. He'd probably say the same about me." "But you don't need an excuse, I told you I understand. I can tell you about the other stuff some other time." She meets his eye for a moment then looks away. "Good night George." She pauses there for a moment, just in case. He replies, "Good night Ruby, we can talk further tomorrow." She unhappily heads back to her room. She throws herself on the bed and hopes for sleep to come soon.
 

Chapter Two-hundred-twenty-two, “The Mayoral Debate“, Sunday, June 18th, 7:00 P.M.

Judge Nathan Isby welcomes everybody to the Mayoral Debate. He announces “The debate is scheduled to last for ninety minutes. For the first half-hour each candidate will be given ten minutes to outline their platform. The written text of each of their speeches will also be published in tomorrow’s newspaper. The candidates will then take questions from the audience for the remaining hour. All questions are to submitted in writing to the moderator. Please note that I will not take questions from other Candidates for Office, as we want time for genuine questions and answers from the public, not loaded questions designed for candidates to just repeat their previously stated positions. Nobody in the audience is to directly address the candidates and I ask that any conversations during the debate be kept at a whisper or taken outside. Thank you.”

Kate tells Conrad, "I'm glad the text will be in the paper, I'm sure I'll want to go over it again. I wish i could think of some specific questions, mine tend to come after I hear what people have to say, rather than before." The Judge states, “As per alphabetical order our first speaker will be Mr. Frank Condon, Mayoral Candidate for the Law and Order Party.”

Frank Condon steps forward and begins, “Hello ladies and gentlemen of Promise City. I have been an active member of this community since it was founded nearly two-and-a-half years ago. During that time my brother Morgan and I have established and maintained a viable business, Condon’s Bank, where all of our depositor’s money has been kept safe even through the robbery sprees of the James Gang and the New Douglas Gang. It is that same stewardship that I will maintain as your Mayor, keeping you safe. How can we do this?

The answer is simple, by maintaining Law and Order and never wavering from that position. We want a town that is safe, where the businesses respect the townspeople and adhere to reasonable hours. For example, just last night many a good citizen was kept awake long after they wished by the rowdiness at several saloons on Main Street, which including drunken patrons firing off guns at three in the morning. We need for these streets to be safe for all, requiring a strong Town Marshal to maintain the peace. Captain Moss Johnson is just that man. He served this nation proudly during the War of Succession and in the years afterwards in keeping the settlers of this land safe from attacks from the Elvan tribes unwilling to share it peacefully.

This town needs laws to maintain the peace, to ensure that children will not be attacked on their way to school, to ensure that women will be safe from being molested by strangers in their own homes, to ensure that the families in town will get some of the most basic of requirements of life, such as a full belly and a good night’s sleep. Our Law and Order platform has received much criticism, but it is what I truly believe in. Just as a parent must impose some strict rules upon a child, a young and maturing town too needs to be reigned in and tamed for peace and safety reasons.

The Freedom Party claims to stand for the freedom of all, but another word for the type of freedom that they seek is lawlessness. They want no laws or restrictions on firearms, no restrictions upon the hours of operation of saloons, they seek to promote the practice of prostitution and encourage the practice of public indecency. Is that what we want? I think not! And of this Unity Party? At least the Freedom Party stands for something however misguided that may be, this Unity party by their very name stands for nothing. In claiming to stand for everybody they stand for nobody. Some of the candidates running for that party are good people who I consider to be my friends. Others are not, with questionable character.

Among their candidates for Town Council is Vera Blake, a nice enough woman by all accounts, but still the owner of an establishment serving liquor at all hours of the night. Another of their candidates, Vidkin Gerhardsohn, does not speak one word or English or Spanish, the two principal languages of this town. So how can he adequately represent us? And their Town Marshall Candidate, Chester Martin, well him I can speak from experience about. He once worked for me as a bank guard and was fired by me for dubious actions under some very questionable circumstances. Without going into the sordid details let me say that I do not trust that man for one minute and would certainly not turn the safety of this town over to him.

So I urge you to cast your straight-ticket vote for the Law and Order Party. We are comprised of people who have the best interests in mind of the citizens of this town. We will watch over the town and see that safety and personal well-being are maintained. We will protect you and your families and make this a community you can be proud of. I have proudly served you as an active member of the Promise City Civic Association and the Promise City Vigilance Committee and will continue to do so as your Mayor. Elect me as your Mayor, and give me a Marshal and Town Council that I can work with, and we will make you proud. Thank you.”

Kate leaned over to Conrad and whispered. "That was a whole lot of nothing. I didn't hear a word about how he's going to accomplish all that. If he actually knew what went on in this town..." Conrad whisper back, "A whole lot of nothing...yes, that sums up Frank Condon nicely. The next speech should be far more impressive. We both know that Fisk is scum but there is a reason he became a lawyer, he definitely has a silver tongue." "Everyone has a talent," Kate said in a rare bit of sarcasm. "I hope Emery has something brilliant up his sleeve." Condon takes his seat at the side of the stage and Judge Isby goes to the podium.

The Judge states, “Our next speaker will be Attorney Hamilton Fisk, the Freedom Party Candidate for Mayor.” Fisk approaches the podium and begins, “Hello good citizens of Promise City. It is with great pleasure and satisfaction that I stand here before you to make firm promises to you of how your lives will be better with myself as your leader. Some of what my esteemed colleague has just told you is true. He was indeed one of the first citizens in this town, he did establish a fine business and he served on the Promise City Civic Association. Each and every one of those statements can be said of me as well. He also spoke of the Unity Party and how they stand for nothing, which I also wholeheartedly agree with. They might as well call themselves the Wishy-Washy Party or Ambivalent Party instead.

But what my opponent said to you just now regarding the Freedom Party are nothing but blatant lies. The Freedom Party does not stand for lawlessness. We seek to elect a Town Council that will establish laws, fair laws, that are in the best economic interests of this town. If you want lawlessness you need to look no further than Galeyville to the east of us, where lawlessness reigns supreme. That place is a ghost town, a very pale imitation of what that town was no more than a year ago. I have no desire to ever see Promise City become like that. To be fair, I am sure that Mr. Condon does not want that to happen to Promise City either, but if he and his cronies are elected I fear that will be the result.

The so-called Law and Order Party propose to put such a stranglehold on this community that it will drive away the ranchers and miners who have turned this into a prosperous town. They seek to restrict the saloons to the point that they will no longer be economically viable and will be forced to close. That will in turn cause those seeking a short weekend reprieve from their long and difficult jobs to go elsewhere, to Wilcox, to Tombstone, to Tucson.

Why would these hard-working men come to a town with such harsh restrictions, making it nothing more than a prison without walls? Why risk coming to a place where the slightest infraction from what the Mighty Lords of Law and Order have decreed will land them in jail. They won’t come here any more, no sane man would. These Law and Order Lords are cut from the same cloth as the politicians, academics and privileged upper class that many of us who settled here in the west sought to get away from. The west offers a freedom not found back east and that is what the Freedom Party stands for.

The Law and Order Lords take a Paternalistic approach, feeling that they know what is best for the common man. Well, I for one consider myself to be for the common man, because I am one. The members of my party are all hard working men and women who aren’t just friends of the common man, they too are the common man. The Freedom Party proposes as councilmen Tim Gorch has put the roofs on most buildings in town and Tector Driscoll whose tanning operation helps supports all of the ranches of the region. I challenge any of you who question the work ethic of either of these men to spend just one hour alongside them doing roofing or tanning work.

And the other three of my Town Council candidates own saloons in town, Steve Lord at the Alhambra, Evan Adair at the Palace and Kate Higgins at the Long Branch. Their customers are the very people who have made this town what it is today, people willing to spend their time and money here so that the community will grow. Their businesses have thrived without any harsh restrictions which in turn has helped the town prosper.

Those businesses are not the great evil that my opponent makes them out to be. They exist today without those proposed restrictions and what has this town done during that time? Why we have built a great church, we have established a fine multi-racial school, and we have created a fire department which just last weekend prevented this town from becoming the raging inferno that Tombstone became twice in the last year. All of those prove that the proposed harsh restrictions are totally unnecessary, our town is and will become a safe and decent town without that!

As for the Town Marshall position, the Freedom Party candidate Prosper Deacon McCoy knows how to enforce civility and lawfulness. In the last two years he has been head of security at Palace Saloon and has kept the employees and patrons safe. The only harm to befall that establishment was last Sunday, when the Law and Order Party’s hand-chosen Town Marshall candidate Ashley King attacked it alongside his lawless vigilantes!

Ladies and gentlemen, actions speak louder than words. Condon’s Party claims to want law and order, while the single worst example of lawlessness to ever strike this town came right from within their own inner circle! They now disavow knowledge of King’s actions, but he was the one who they selected as their candidate! And it was hardly a secret that the man had previously murdered his very own wife! Is that the disposition and moral fiber that one would choose for Town Marshal? Well, it is exactly what the Law and Order Party thought we needed!

I’ll be the first to admit that some of my friends and fellow candidates may cuss, may gamble and may occasionally drink to excess. But what we do not do is murder innocent men and women in their homes! We do not dynamite occupied buildings and mines! We do not go around trying to intimidate voters and candidates of other political parties! And finally we do not attempt to blow up the very best school in town just because the students there embarrassed the other school’s children by winning a game of baseball! That ladies and gentlemen is exactly what the Law and Order Party has done. They claim to be for Law and Order and against lawlessness, well I claim that they are hypocrites!

What the Freedom Party stands for are the Freedoms that the people in Promise City have always enjoyed and should be allowed to continue to enjoy. We are common people who believe in putting in a hard day’s work and then relaxing afterwards in pursuits that harm no one. I urge you to elect us on Tuesday morning. Thank you.”

"How disturbed should I be that until the end, there wasn't a whole lot I disagreed with?" Kate whispered to Conrad. Conrad whispers back "I told you he was good. You've got to love how he's never done a single thing to support your school but still managed to verbally link it to his party." She says, "That was one of the things I disagreed with. But in the context that the town as is made it possible, he wasn't wrong. Truth spun to his advantage is what I don't like."

Judge Isby returns to the state and says, “And our third speaker is Mr. Emery Shaw, Candidate for the Unity Party.” Shaw approaches the podium and with a warm smile says, “Good evening ladies and gentlemen. Thank you for coming to tonight’s debate. Let me start by clearing up a misconception perpetuated by my opponents, namely the philosophy and intent of the Unity Party. We stand for a united vision of Promise City of both inclusion and freedoms for all, in a society that respects laws and seeks order but not with broad constraints that prevent social and economic growth.

I have lived here longer than any other human, having settled in these lands not long after the Gadsten Purchase made what is now the Arizona Territory a part of the United States. Back in those days there was no Promise City, no Cochise County, not even an Arizona Territory, this land all being called New Mexico. I looked out at this lush and green land between the three surrounding mountain ranges and saw a great future, one that is just now starting to fully materialize.

My first friends in this land were the wood elves that had made this their homes for centuries, people such as the Escobar family, the Valez family, the Perez family and the Tolucca family. With their permission and assistance I established my Lazy-S Ranch. It thrived as did some other ranches, but it alone survived the Apache raids led by Cochise. That Chief targeted not only at the humans of this valley but the wood elves as well. After that time I helped my neighbors, the Morands and the Kings, establish their own ranches in this land and just recently founded the Sulfur Springs Valley Cattleman’s Association to assist the other ranches of this region.

Following the discovery of silver and the establishment of the Silverbell Mining Company a town grew on the spot where we now stand. I was present at the meeting with Elton Hubbard, the Condon Brothers, Attorney Fisk, the Watkins Family and Mrs. Higgins when it was decided to turn this into a real town. A street grid was laid out and building sites established. A number of names were considered for this community, Silverbell and Hubbardville were the two most popular choices, until I proposed the name of Promise City. I came up with this name because I saw this location not as a small town situated between a few mine heads but instead as the thriving city it could become, one of promise that could grow to become the best in Arizona.

Ladies and Gentlemen, I speak to you of vision, because that is what is needed of the next mayor. For this town to truly become a City of Promise we need a person with that vision to take it to the next step. Somebody like myself who can look out upon a grassy plain and see a great ranch or look upon a town that only existed as a grid on a piece of paper and see a great city. My esteemed colleagues here on stage with me lack this vision that I am talking about. Mr. Condon is a fine businessman and administrator and we when come to elect another mayor in two years those skills may be just what the town needs, but that is not today, when we need to establish and grow rather than just maintain what we already have.

And Attorney Fisk, well, I would never say that he lacks the vision to see things as bigger than they are today, but his vision centers around his own personal ambitions and himself. Nothing is wrong with that perspective from a businessman, but that is not what we need in a Mayor. Our next Mayor needs to be somebody who puts the town first and himself second, who makes decisions for the betterment of all.

The Unity that I seek is to turn this into a great community where people of diverse backgrounds all feel welcome. The candidates who I have asked to run as my Council members represent that, I have proposed a party with an excellent mix of races, genders, ages and occupations. People who have diverse interests but are willing to work together for the betterment of all. I do not see that level of diversity and acceptance among the other parties, in fact, part of why the Unity Party came into being was because the other parties did not want or respect such diversity. The people chosen for the Unity Party are known as good people who are dedicated to make this a great community.

And while I would love to serve with my chosen party’s Council members that may not be the case. There are nineteen candidates running for Town Council positions, five among each of the three parties as well as four excellent Independent Candidates. I promise you right now that I will effectively work with whichever five of those nineteen the electors choose to elect. Let me ask you, do you believe for one minute that Mr. Condon will work cooperatively with any Freedom Party member who might be elected to the council? Or that Attorney Fisk would cooperate with any of the Law and Order party councilman? Or will either work with any of the independent candidates who neither of my opponents even acknowledged as being on the ballot?

The other key position spoke of was that of Town Marshall. I see that as a vital role to maintaining this community. Let me tell you something about my friend and candidate Chester Martin. He is a man of high ideals and integrity. He has already put himself on the line countless times for this community. In January his actions were instrumental in helping bring about the Peace Treaty with the Apache. Would Moss Johnson have done that, absolutely not, in fact Mr. Johnson’s actions two decades ago were the very impetus behind the Apache going on the warpath! Under the guise of a peace treaty Captain Johnson poisoned the Indians, killing many including Cochise’s family. It was only then that the Apace leader went on the warpath. Electing Johnson as Marshall will only serve to incite the current Apache leader Geronimo.

Last March Mr. Martin and I rode together against Johnny Ringo’s Cowboy Gang after cattle were rustled from my own ranch and several other local ranches. Ringo’s gang had also managed to steal a Gattling Gun from the U.S. Army and I hesitate to think the terror that they could have brought to Promise City with that armament. But before they could they were stopped, by us! The Earps initially took credit for stopping the cowboys rather than us, which was fine as far as Chester and I were concerned as we were not seeking glory, only justice. But you should now know the truth about the people who seek to be your leaders going forward.

A very short while after that Chester stopped Pony Deal from shooting up the town, which is what earned him the Deputy’s Badge in the first place. And Deputy Martin has worn that badge with honor. Ringo then attempted to murder the visiting Arch-Bishop and destroy our Festival to the Gods, but once again he was stopped, by a Posse led by Deputy Martin. And in the last few weeks Martin has done much to bring about peace. Hank Hill of Arcade’s Gang has taken much of the credit, which works against Chester’s sense of humility because the clues that led Hill to the Hooded Riders and to Earp were obtained by his working together directly alongside Chester during these investigations. But you don’t have to ask me which to vote for, ask our current Marshal, the much respected Attorney Mitchell Berg who he plans to vote for and why, he can tell you better than I.

So in conclusion, I want each of you to ask yourself what you may want from a Mayor. I offer you somebody whose personal bond is his word, who sees this community as a shining star of the Arizona Territory where prosperity is open to all, where people of diverse backgrounds can live together in harmony and where the community’s good will be first and foremost on my agenda. Thank you.” Kate was quiet for a moment. "I hope that will be enough," she finally whispered. "Certainly stirring, and far more positive than the others. Although perhaps that's just because I wanted to like Emery's remarks."
 

Chapter Two-hundred-twenty-three, “Mayoral Questions“, Sunday, June 18th, 7:45 P.M.

Shaw is seated. Judge Isby steps forward and takes the note cards with the first series of questions from the audience. “The first question is for Candidate Fisk. Mr. Fisk, could you explain to us how come so many of your party’s fellow candidates turned out to be magically disguised murderers and thieves?

Fisk takes a moment to pause and then says, “My candidates were first recruited by me weeks ago after Judge Isby first announced this election. It was after they were chosen that the wizard Vaughn Palmer and his Gang kidnapped, killed and used magic to impersonate my friends in hopes of taking over this town. I was duped as much as the rest of you. That will not happen again, Father Valdez has used his clerical magics to verity that my current slate of candidates are the people who they claim to be.” Kate whispers, "That's probably true as far as he knows. I'm not sure I ever got straight exactly when things happened in that mess." Conrad whispers back, "Don't bet on it, I don't believe one word that man says."

Isby states, “The next question is for Candidate Shaw. Mr. Shaw, how can you expect the citizens of this town to cast a straight-ticket vote for the Unity Party when several of your own candidates plan to vote otherwise?” Emery Shaw replies, “I believe that I know what you are referring to. Many of you present here today were at the combined Merchant’s Association and Vigilance Committee Meeting where the incorporation issues were settled. At that meeting Manual Escobar told Frank Condon that he would vote for him if allowed to, in fact, it was that statement that helped to sway Condon to vote as he did that day, otherwise none of us would be here now. Manuel Escobar is a man of his word, and having given it, I fully expect him to keep it. So he will cast his Mayoral vote for Frank Condon rather than to me because of the promise made that day. I fully respect that, a man’s word is his bond and should be adhered to regardless of changing circumstances.

Likewise, the other two who people who you are referring to are Joe Riser and Judge Lacey, who both previously belonged to the Integrity Party that Elihu Upton had founded. They both promised to support Upton and given that Upton is still in the race as an independent candidate I fully expect them to fulfill those previous promises and vote for him. Beyond those three prior commitments I expect all other votes cast by the Unity Party Candidates to be for our own candidates.”

"We do know his mind was influenced," Kate said, then listened to Emery's answer. "He also said earlier that he expects to be working with representatives from the other parties. I had forgotten Mr. Escobar's offer to Frank Condon." Conrad whispers back "Shaw's right, Escobar needs to keep the promise he made."

Back at the Lucky Lady, Not sure what to make of a tie in the outcome, Jake lets it pass and goes about ordering his meal. While waiting for it he searches out former Governor Safford. "Well played Governor. You should be proud of your finish position." Safford replies, "I would have been more satisfied if I was now in your position Mr. Cook, but in truth I had not anticipated winning. It is good to see you again, I trust that all has gone well since we met last month?" Jake says. “Yes, I have been fortunate."

Jake makes some small talk with the Governor before asking, "Did you know Zachariah Chandler?" Safford says, "President Grant's Interior Secretary? From Michigan I believe, staunch opponent to slavery before the war, very critical of Lincoln during the war despite belonging to the same political party. I met him on a few occasions back when I was Governor. He was running for President in the 1880 election when he died. Why do you ask?" Jake replies, "It is a rather delicate matter, one that I ask you to keep in confidence." Jake accepts the plate of food he ordered and chooses to eat it standing and talking privately with Safford.

"It has come to my attention that someone could have been blackmailing him. With him dead, it may be a moot point, unless the debt is still being held over family members or even political associates. It appears it involved a significant amount of money to help with the legal costs in the Hayes Tilden dispute. It really is none of my business...." Jake chews and swallows a mouthful of food. "... but I happen to despise blackmailers. Are you aware of any strange coincidences involving Chandler, this area or someone in this room?" Safford replies, "None that I am aware of. You are being rather cryptic, perhaps if you shared more of the details."

Jake sighs, "Yes, but then if you do not have knowledge you become involved. Who knows, it might be dangerous for you or I to go poking a hornets nest. It might be the kind of thing that could spoil a mans further political aspirations, if he had any. Sometimes it is best if these old problems just fade away instead of haunting the next generation. I would rather not drag folks through the mud if the sins are in the past and buried." Jake chews another mouthful of food. "Ah, well, the gods loath a coward. Before I go any further, would you care to share with me the names of anyone here in Promise City that you consider to be a friend? Besides our famous Mr. Van Horne of course."

Safford replies, "I have two friends in this town. One is Judge Nathan Isby. The other is the Wells Fargo agent Kris Wagner. Why?" Jake nods. "I ask just to make sure I was not going to open my mouth and put both feet in it," he gives the man a grin. "I need to head back to the table soon, so I will be brief. Do you have any reason to believe that Mr. Evan Adair wields undue influence in the Republican party or with any friends and family of the late Mr. Chandler?" Safford replies, "Mr. Adair? The gambler? I am not aware that he has any political friends or aspirations." Jake shrugs, "Thank you, I just needed to ask. Perhaps it is much ado about nothing then."

The three dealers return from their meal break upstairs. Van Horne had not dismissed either of the other dealers this time as he did with the prior table consolidations, instead he tells Job Kane "Go get some rest, we'll let you know when you are needed." Job Kane heads out the door. Van Horne and Isaac Stevens head over to the two remaining tables. According to the name plates and respective chip piles Van Horne's player consist of Evan Adair, Brady Hawkes, Alice Ivers and Brett Maverick. Steven's players are Jake Cook, Commodore Duvall, Moria Enion and Bat Masterson. The players start to return to their places and the crowd settles in to watch.

At the Town Hall, Frank Condon has been asked several questions regarding the Hooded Riders. He does his best to deflect those, renouncing Ashley King’s actions, and swearing that when he is elected mayor vigilante justice will not be tolerated. Shaw is asked, “Candidate Shaw, during the riot three weeks ago several people were killed including Niles Hoover because of Marshal Berg’s decision to fire on the crowd. Your Town Marshal candidate has come out in support of that decision. Do you also agree with what happened?”

Shaw replies, “It is always easy for anybody to look back in hindsight and assess blame, it is much harder to actually be in such a situation. I served as a Union Military Officer during the Civil War and fought in several battles, many as a unit commander. I was a witness to what transpired that night and assure you that Marshal Berg saw himself as the commanding officer of a combat situation and acted as he thought best at the time. So yes, I support his decisions, had he done otherwise, and given into the crowd’s demands then vigilante justice then mob rule would have become the rule in this town and we would now be no better off than Galeyville.”

Kate tells Conrad, "I was there too, there was nothing else to be done. I'd have preferred no gunplay, but the crowd was spoiling for a fight. If the law hadn't been willing to fire, the crowd would have run them over." Chester sits with Clarisse in the audience for the debate. He gets a sour look on his face when Frank Condon speaks, but keeps quiet. Chester does cough when Condon talk about people in Unity Party having "questionable character." He scowls and begins to leave when Condon mentions him by name. Clarisse convinces him to stay.

Fisk is asked, “Candidate Fisk, during the last six months there have been multiple times when your name was linked to people who turned out to be affiliated with the Cowboy Gang. Can you explain that?” Fisk rises to speak and Chester pays attention with bemusement. He listens for how Fisk will gloss over his connection to the Cowboy Gang. Fisk replies, “I certainly can. I believe in the Constitutional right of a person being innocent until proven guilty and being permitted the right to a fair trial. I am a lawyer and I am willing to defend the accused. Until Mr. Upton arrived the only alternatives for a person wanting legal defense were myself and Attorney Berg. But even before becoming the Town Marshal Attorney Berg had a reputation with being close to the Earps, so people were hesitant to go to him.”

"Everyone knows Mr. Berg is honest and would vigorously defend any client of his," Kate whispered indignantly. "They choose Fisk because they feel they're in like company." Conrad says, "How true, and Berg won't defend anybody he thinks is guilty. Fisk has never turned down anybody with money, no matter how guilty they are"

Frank Condon is asked, “Mr. Condon, past and present members of your political party have been accused of a human-only bias. You were once friends with the wood elves in town but then stopped. We saw that you and Mr. Escobar have reconciled your differences, but how do we know that isn’t just short-term political opportunism?” Condon replies, “I resent that question. I do no treat people differently because of race . If you have any doubts of that please ask Mr. Escobar. Or better yet, you can the young Elvan woman seated in the front row, Miss Liela Morales, who this evening at dinner accepted my proposal of marriage.”

Kate stared for a moment, then laughed lightly. "I'm glad he's found someone to be happy with. I am surprised, but because I'd heard no inkling of this at all." Conrad whispers back "Well, they have been inseparable since the Davis wedding two weeks back. Please feel free to be inspired." "You always inspire me," she smiled and warmly squeezed his hand.

The Judge states, “The next question is for Frank Condon. Mr. Condon, Item number two on your party’s platform states that ‘The Law and Order Party promises to maintain the sanctity of the holy day by prohibition of the sale and consumption of all alcoholic beverages on Sundays except for that used during religious ceremonies run by the clergy of the Roman-Greek Church.’ A significant number of people within this town believe in other deities than those of the Roman-Greek Church, and the town itself has a Celtic/Mexican Church, so isn’t it improper for the town to make laws favoring one specific religion?”

Condon replies, “My Party does recognize that there are other religions, my own fiancé worships other deities, but what we are acknowledging here is that the Greek-Roman church is the dominant religion of the United States and also the majority religion within this community. You can look no further than the paper currency of our county to see that. In March we held a festival to the Greek-Roman gods that included participation from all. And the Goddess Artemis has even visited this town during this election cycle. The town showing respect for those deities is therefore fully appropriate.”

Kate hissed and her face turned red, her grip on Conrad's hand getting tighter. "This is exactly the kind of thing I was afraid of." Conrad whispers back, "Don't take it so personally, I'm sure he is only mentioning it to associate her visit with Doctor Eaton being there too." Kate says, "How many people even knew she was here? The whole town? Why does he even know? That visit had nothing to do with anything he needed to know." Kate clamped her mouth shut to keep her voice from rising. Conrad replies, "The Doctor was also present at the church with his wife when the Goddess spoke to her. Beth Eaton told her whole sewing circle that she was present to see the Goddess and that Diana spoke to her. But I don't believe that you were mentioned." Kate says, "That's not the point. I don't mean he knows about me, just..." She shook her head. "Never mind."

Frank Condon continues, “And your question also draws attention to one other key distinction between my party and that of my competitors. We HAVE a party platform. It has appeared in print and my fellow candidates and I have spoken to it at length. The other two parties have voiced criticisms of what we stand for and vague platitudes of their own but I have yet to see either of them being willing to put in writing what they stand for!”

A long pause follows. Judge Isby is then inundated by several hastily written note cards from the audience. The Judge looks them over and says, “Well now, it appears that a number of you share Mr. Condon’s concern. These questions are all worded differently but the essence of them is to ask Mr. Fisk and Mr. Shaw to articulate their Party’s platform. I find the question valid. Would either of you gentlemen care to respond?” Kate nodded and whispered. "I'd like to hear that myself."

Fisk is quick to answer “I will. The Freedom Party’s stands for maintaining the status quo as far as free enterprise is concerned. British Economist Adam Smith has stated in his excellent book ‘The Wealth of Nations’ how a free market economy will bring prosperity through capitalism and this town is a shining example of that! The town is here because of the mines and ranches. The businesses here are the infrastructure needed to maintain those economic interests. The successful saloons and other businesses are those that meet the demands and desires of their customers and those no not need strict regulations.

The Freedom Party stands for freedom of religion. We will not declare one day to be a holy day based upon a single religion. The Freedom Party is for freedom of expression, we will not impose strict dress codes or tell people how to live in the privacy of their own homes. And finally, the Freedom Party is for maintaining peace through strong and responsible law enforcement. Prosper Deacon McCoy will use the same good judgment as Marshall as he has at the Palace Saloon and will work very closely with Deputy Sheriffs Nagel and Leslie to uphold the peace in eastern Cochise County.”

Kate comments, "That's some fast talking, but mostly about what they won't do, not what they will." Conrad replies, "You noticed that too? I'm curious if Chumbley did." "I'd be surprised if he didn't. Mr. Chumbley is generally very sharp when it comes to those things." Kate sat up straighter as Emery stepped forward, still trying to control her distress and pay attention.

Chester listens to Fisk talk about his party platform. Leaning close to Clarisse, he whispers in her ear, "That sounds better than 'Vote for us. We don't kill people and blow up their homes.' Freedom is all well and good, but without rules, people can't live together. Promise City under the Freedom Party would be wild and unsafe." Clarisse replies, "He is clearly exaggerating what the Law and Order Party plans to do. If they are in charge of the town it is only the outlaws and people like Fisk who will be at a disadvantage, things will be better off for the rest of us decent folk."

Emery Shaw has been taking notes while Fisk spoke. He steps up to the podium and takes out a piece of paper. Shaw states, “I have written here the Mission Statement of the Unity Party. This summarizes who we are and what we believe it. I will read it and then respond to our position on each of the seven points of the Law and Order Platform which Mr. Fisk also touched upon many of in his response. The Unity party seeks for the people of Promise City to work in unison with one another for the betterment and growth of the community. We seek inclusion of all citizens in this process regardless of occupation, religion, race, gender, age or social class. We seek laws that will not only reflect the opinion of the majority but also respect the rights and freedoms of the minority. Through this vision we will have a City of Promise. " Kate nodded, ready to hear something solid.

Shaw continues, "Law and Order point one seeks mandatory terms of imprisonment for all violent crimes. The Unity Party agrees with that in theory, punishment should match the crimes, but we feel that Judge Isby should be afforded the discretion he has exhibited at reaching a fair decision on punishments rather than mandating those for him. He is our Judge and should be allowed to continue to judge unhindered.

Law and Order and point two discusses keeping Sunday holy for the Greek-Roman Church. The Unity Party itself is comprised of believers of four different religions and will not seek laws to place one religion above another. We will want to ensure continued respect for the religions of all people in town and allow for the practice of each person's own religion to continue in an unobstructed manner." Kate nodded, there was no surprise there.

He continues, "Law and Order point three will eliminate all gambling and prostitution within the town boundaries. Their point four concerns a town dress code. And their point five establishes restricted hours for saloons. The Unity Party does not support those positions as stated. We believe those businesses should be allowed to operate as the owners see fit. However, we do recognize that others living in town are also entitled to the right to a good night’s sleep, so we would propose that at certain hours of the night excessive noise should be curtailed, by shutting the windows and having people converse inside rather than on exterior porches where voices carry." "A positive step," Kate whispered

He continues, "Law and Order point six puts restrictions on carrying firearms. Tombstone has such an ordinance but it is selectively enforced. I would suggest that the various elected Officials work with both town and county law enforcement to find a workable plan. Law and Order point seven encourages new families to move here. The Unity Party supports that position as well. As I stated in my opening remarks, I see us not as a small mining town but the potential future of a great thriving city, which can only be achieved with continued increases in population." "I would have liked to have heard things a little more solid, but I suppose until you really get into the work, you can't be too specific," Kate whispered.

Shaw concludes, "And the other issue which the Freedom Party emphasized is a market-driven free enterprise system. The Unity Party strongly supports that position as exhibited by the diverse economic interests shared by the members of our committee. Thank you.” Judge Isby says, "Well, by my watch it is almost 8:30 PM so we will adjourn at this point in time. Tomorrow will be the last day of campaigning. Tuesday is election day, and no campaigning will be permitted. Good luck to all of the candidates and I hope that all of you do your civic duty and vote. Good night."
 

Chapter Two-hundred-twenty-four, “Richard’s Departure“, Sunday, June 18th, 9:45 A.M.

Ruby hears a knock on the door in what she thinks is a few minutes later but upon waking up sees that sunlight is coming through the windows. Richard says, "Ruby, may I come in?" Ruby sits up in bed, rubbing her eyes. "Sure, come on in," she says in her throaty, just woke up sleepy voice.

Richard enters and says, "I've been thinking over the events of the last day and realize that the Pinkerton Detectives may have been using magic, meaning that Jane could be in danger if they can see through her disguise. I will be heading out soon to get to Buffalo and check with the Lieutenant on her status. The newspapers have come out, clearing our identities, and your friend has arranged a police escort to the train depot just in case. I assumed we would both be going, but Mr. Eastman has made assurances for your safety if you should decide to stay. What would you like to do?"

"Are you leaving, leaving? Or just checking on Jane?" Ruby swings her legs over the side of the bed. "I'm not sure how much George really wants me here." Richard replies, "I anticipate returning to Arizona, the sooner we get the documents out of New York State the better. That's an odd comment regarding Mr. Eastman, he gave me the impression that he definitely wants you to stay." Ruby replies, "Oh, I think he thinks he wants me to stay. But I would be such a distraction with his work..."

Ruby rubs her eyes again. "I'm confused about him Richard. I wish I had someone to talk to. I'm not good at figuring things out myself." "Okay, so what you're saying is, you are going back to Arizona and you're willing to leave me here, if I wish. You'll take the papers with you?" He states, "I would take the ones that Jane has, yes. I could send here back here to be with you if that would help, or you could come with me instead. I'm not sure what else to tell you other than the fact that Mr. Eastman is an honorable man and with his connections to the local police I have no doubt that you will be safe here."

She says, "Let me speak with George and I'll let you know. I feel like I'm not ready to leave but if I have to, I have to. I'll go speak with him now." Ruby wanders out of the bed room, still sleepy and clothed in her soft white nightgown, and looks for George. She finds George in the informal dining room with a mug of coffee with four newspapers and a technical journal spread out on the table. He looks up at her entrance with a smile and says, "I hope that your hangover this morning is better than mine. By your attire can I assume that you do not plan for an immediate departure with Richard?"

"Hangover? Oh, I guess it's okay." She slides into the seat next to George. "Your pains probably have more to do with falling out of bed!" Ruby continues, "Richard just woke me, I didn't know he was planning on leaving. I came down to talk to you about it." Ruby glances at the newspapers and journals, pushing them with her finger. "Do you want me to stay? I'm... I'm not sure I'm ready to leave just yet." He exclaims, "Of course I want you to stay. I went all the way out to Arizona just to see you. Now that you've come all the way back to Rochester I'm not going to send you away if I can help it. I...I think without Richard around we will be able to have some more privacy."

Ruby smiles at him. "As long as you're okay with a houseguest, then I will stay. And you promise to tell me when I've overstayed my welcome. I'm sure when the time comes I can find someone to accompany me home. Not that I can't travel alone, I mean, I was alone and took care of myself for many years." George asks, "But were those happy years? You indicated that they were not. You have found a friend again, you do not have to be alone any more."

Ruby's cheeks turn rosy and she looks down at the papers again, folding the corner of one paper up and down. "No, they were not happy and you already know I don't like being alone. I just meant that I can get back to Promise City myself if necessary." She stands from the table. "I'll go tell Richard. And then I'll come back for breakfast. Well, coffee at least." She starts walking away but stops as she is passing George. "Thank you," is all she says before heading back upstairs to find Richard.

Richard appears to be all packed. As he sees Ruby return he asks "Well? What have you decided?" "I'm going to stay. Promise City has done alright without me this long, they can wait a little longer. And I know I'll be safe here." Ruby sits on the edge of Richard's bed. "Thank you, for everything. You've become a friend this trip, besides protecting me and Janie. I hope when I return we can get together and finish some of the discussions we've started." Richard then asks, "And what about Jane? Do you want me to send her back here or continue on with me?"

Ruby says, "If she wants to come back I suppose... Richard, after her confession to me, perhaps it's better that she goes home. I'm worried that I might hurt her and I don't want to do that. I would say, let her make the decision. If you think it's safe and she wants to return and is insistent... otherwise, let her go home. She's probably missing people from back there anyway. I'll be okay. I can always telegraph my teacher in Promise City and he can come and get me."

Richard responds, "Or telegraph the Meeting Hall in Tucson. I will notify you if we return and about the status of the documents. I will have to be cryptic though, any reference to Aunt Flora will be about the documents in mine and Jane's possession, the ones that Eastman has mailed by Wells Fargo I will reference as Uncle Roderick." She says, "Alright Richard, that sounds reasonable."

Ruby pauses and chooses her next words carefully. "Can you do me a favor please? Can you just make sure Jake is alright? I mean, I'm sure he is, why wouldn't he be. But just on the tiny off chance that something happened while I was away... I would just like to know is all. If it is how I think it is, then there is no need to wire me. I just want to be certain..."

Richard says, "Alright, but you may find out yourself before hand. According to the newspapers Wyatt Earp goes on trial in Promise City tomorrow for ten counts of murder and it will be covered by the national press. If there were any other trouble in Promise City simultaneously it would most likely get mentioned as well." "What??" Ruby's mouth drops open in shock. "They caught Wyatt and he's on trial for murder? Well, the Judge has been busy while I've been away."

She says, "Someone like Jake might not be news worthy. I'm pretty sure I'm right, I think I would feel it if something actually happened to him. I just want to be sure...Anyway, have a very safe trip. You know where I'll be and I'll wire you in Tucson if I need you. Come on, I'll walk you downstairs." Ruby stands and as they walk she asks, "Anything else I should know before you leave?"

He slips Ruby a metal flask and says, "You might need this. It is an Elixir of Forgetfulness. If you spike a person's drink with it they will forget everything that transpired for a certain period of time. The flask has enough for four-hours worth of application, meaning you could make one person forget four hours, two people each forget two hours, four people each forget one hour, or any other such combination."

"I hope I don't need it," she laughs. "But it seems very useful. Have you ever used it on me?" She asks with a smile and a raised eyebrow. He doesn’t respond to her question, saying instead, “It is a staple item among European wizards so that when people who oppose that type of magic accidentally witness it they don't create problems. Unfortunately you also then have to cover why they have acquired a memory gap if the passage of time is noted."

Ruby stops suddenly. "Richard! When did you use this on me?? And why? I want some explanations!" He says, "On you? Never, although I will admit that there have been times when I have been tempted. I did plan to use it on Mr. Eastman yesterday if things did not go favorably at the factory, but the way things turned out that was not necessary."

Ruby calms herself down. "Whoa. I thought you were saying, well, never mind." She shakes her head and laughs. "Let me put this away. George still has a lot to learn about magic." Ruby quickly drops off the flask in her room and meets Richard downstairs. "I'll say it again, have a safe trip home. Don't go getting mistaken for Deadeye again!" Ruby softly kisses his cheek. "Thanks for everything." "Thank you. Good luck to you Ruby," Richard gives her a brotherly kiss on the cheek. The police carriage arrives and George walks Richard out, introducing him to the pair of police officers. They depart. Ruby waves as Richard drives off then returns inside and waits for George.

When he comes back in she asks, "Everything okay?" He has an odd look on his face and replies, "Perhaps? Did you have a good time in Switzerland?" She states, "Whh...what? Switzerland?" He says, "Two of the newspapers identified by name the woman who was mistaken for the outlaw Mae Clarke. One calls you Ruby West with no other mention of you. The other, however, names you as Constance Grace West the daughter of William and Alma West. The reporter apparently contacted your father who is quoted in the paper as saying that you have just now returned home after five years away at a private school for young women in Switzerland."

A laughs escapes Ruby's lip but she not smiling. "Ahh, my fate had I not run away. I wonder George, would you have liked that girl better?" He says, "I like the girl who is with me just fine. I have no doubt that story is what they have been telling people for years. You do realize what this means don't you? They have now relinquished control of this situation to you. For the first time ever the Wests actually need you, not you personally, but they need for you to not contradict this fiction that they have now put in print for all of the society columns to read."

She exclaims, "You're right, I had not thought of it that way. You are very smart AND wise," Ruby says, taking his arm and walking him back into the informal dining room. "You know, Richard mentioned they caught Wyatt Earp and there will be a trial in Promise City. I guess I've missed a lot. Anything else interesting in today's papers? And what's a girl got to do to get some coffee around here?"

He says, "I will pour your coffee, how do you take it?” "Today I'll take it sweet, cream and sugar please. Most days I just drink it straight but I'm feeling particularly sweet today," she smiles. He says, “I had William pick up all four papers, both Rochester ones as well as Albany's and the New York Times. All four had the story of the Douglas sighting being a false alarm but only the local ones mentioned you.

I did see the story about Earp in the Times and one of the local papers. They have been printing that man's exploits for quite some time, so I am not surprised his trial has become national news. Not much else to note in the papers other than the Baseball scores which I enjoy following. The two top teams this year, Providence and Detroit, continue to battle for the lead spot."

She replies, "Baseball huh? I'm afraid I don't know much about it, the sport. I've only gleamed bits and pieces here and there. As for Wyatt, I've had many runs in with him and don't know how to feel about his trial. He's been nice to us and he's been means I'm on the fence I guess. I am surprised he got caught though." Sitting in the chair next to George Ruby pulls her knees to her chest. "So then, what's our plans for today? Now that I'm not a wanted criminal anymore that is."

He replies, "I don't know, whatever you want to do I guess. William is at church and won't be back for another hour or so. Once he returns I could have him take us for a ride if you would like." She says, "Sure, we could go for a ride, see the old sights. I still want to go to the lake too, that's probably what I'd most want to do... walk through the woods like we used to as kids." She drifts off into her thoughts before smiling again. "Of course, just staying in with you is okay too."

"Oh." There is a long pause and he says, "Well, we could do that. Now that you're not a wanted criminal let's take a walk out to the back yard. I own around two acres and my gardener and groundskeeper has planted an interesting variety of flowers, most of which are now in bloom." She says, "That sounds nice. You want to go right now? I'm still in my nightgown and while it's okay with me, I don't want you worrying about giving your neighbors the wrong impression of me."

He says, "You should go change, there is no reason to shock the neighbors or to embarrass William when he returns from church." "Why, I'm covered up?" She sees the look on George's face and knows she shouldn't argue this one. "Alright, I'll be down in a little while. Don't miss me too much," she teases then hurries upstairs to dress.

She goes through her bag, which isn't all that big, and decides to again wear her grandmother's dress. http://crawfordmanor.com/cecily.html Perfect for walking through the gardens, she thinks. She leaves her hair down, but pulls back one side with a matching pink flower clip. She doesn't bother to put shoes on. She floats back downstairs, "I'm ready for my garden tour Mr. Eastman," she says, arriving in the dining room. "I must say though, if I'm going to be staying for a bit I need to do some shopping. I don't have that many dresses with me. I hope that's alright, the shopping part that is. Then again, we don't really know how long I'm staying, right?"

She quickly sees that his 'garden' is far more than just a garden, but an entire botanical museum. He has hundreds of different varieties of plants, each of which has a wooden stand with engraved metal plate before it noted the plant's name in both English and Latin, place of origin and a few sentences about it. He explains that they have plants from all six continents. She holds tightly onto George's arm as he shows her around his "garden. This is really amazing, you've put a lot of love and care into this. I'm not sure I've ever seen anything so beautiful."

He says, "Don't give me too much credit, it is my groundskeeper who is primarily responsible. The only thing we haven't been able to do is raise tropical plants due to the New York climate. If I ever do build that mansion we will definitely have to put up a heated greenhouse." She replies, "But it was you who asked for all this beauty, no? You have a lot of plans for this mansion of yours. You seem to get by with this lovely house as is... Not that mansions aren't fabulous. What else will you fill it with?" He replies, "Well, I haven't ruled out filling it with you and whatever you desire."

Ruby looks down and blushes. "George, I...," she stops walking and looks up at him. "That's sweet. And perhaps I'll take you up on that offer, if you ever really do decide to offer it, that is."
She keeps eye contact with him and a gentle smile on her face. "This may be a good time to bring up last night. I meant what I said you know. About not wanting to mess things up, do it right for once." He says, "Well, to be totally honest, I'm a little fuzzy about what we spoke of last night, I had a bit too much to drink before that. I think I remember you saying something about having a nightmare and not wanting to be alone because of your friend Jane going back to Arizona."

Ruby starts them walking again, mostly so she doesn't have to look at George as she speaks. She sighs, "I don't like to sleep alone, I get lonely. I had been hoping you'd let me stay with you last night, I guess I wasn't ready to go to sleep and was, well, I don't know, looking for company. I had been okay this trip because I had been sleeping next to Janie. But I also told you that I don't know what's happening with us, how I feel about you, being my friend and all. I mean, we are friends. But if I'm being totally honest," she pauses and stops walking but keeps her gaze forward, "Totally honest, it feels like maybe it could be something more. And if it is, I don't want to do something to mess it up and ruin it. Unfortunately I'm good at ruining things. The problem is, we are so different, I don't know what is what, which way is up or down. Or what the right thing to do is anymore. No one turns me away George, like you did last night."

He pauses and says, "I see.....I am not like most people Ruby. I would think that most men look at you and all that they see is the beautiful woman that you have become. They don't see the inner person, your positive qualities and the spark that makes you special. And their first and foremost priority is to obtain a physical relationship with you. I would be lying if I didn't say that I had no thoughts along those lines as well, but to use your own quote, 'I don't want to do something to mess it up and ruin it'. You are here now, I want you to stay, and I did not and do not want to do anything to make you want to pack up and leave. It was thoughts along those lines that raced through my inebriated head last evening. As for our differences, haven't you ever heard the expression that opposites attract? We've each been attracted to the opposite sides of the country to be with the other, doesn't that say something about our relationship?"

Ruby smiles, her eyes gazing up at him with adoration. "Yes, it says a lot. All I want is to be loved and have someone who would really come for me, to be true to their word." She takes George's hand in hers. "It hasn't happened yet but perhaps I've been looking in the wrong place." "I've... I've never done this before. So you're going to have to be patient with me. I promise to do the same for you. The rest we can just take as it comes. Deal?" He leans over and gives her a soft short kiss across the lips, parts, and says, "Deal". Ruby squeezes his hand gently in hers and smiles at him. Just looking in his eyes was making her belly flutter again. Could he really be what she was hoping for?
 

Chapter Two-hundred-twenty-five, “Back to the Lady“, Sunday, June 18th, 7:45 P.M.

Jake was satisfied with how the players were redistributed. He decided that now was not the time for any special strategy other than to build his bank roll and observe all he could about these three. Any one of them was competent enough to make it to the final table. Even though Masterson was around half of the others stack, he could still come back. Nothing special to do just now except play better poker than the three experienced players sitting with him. That and enjoy himself immensely. Silver Jake Cook orders himself a bourbon. With a $ 100 ante the games become a bit more exciting, the pot staying at the minimum of $ 400 for most hands but increasing for some.

At the Town Hall, Chester likes what he heard from Shaw. He sat in on the meetings when the platform was worked out, but he hadn't heard the whole thing together. He hopes that the gathered audience agrees that the middle ground is the way to go. Emery Shaw exits the stage and heads over to where his three children and niece have been watching the debate.

"I should go speak to Emery for a few minutes. What did you think, Mr. Booth?" Kate asked Edwin. "I could use a fresh perspective." Edwin Booth says, "Well, if it were me I would probably vote for your friend Shaw. He is the only one of the three who struck me as genuine, the other two remind me too much of politicians who I had known." "That may be his greatest advantage. I hope there are enough people who aren't entrenched in the extremes to see it. I'll be right back."

She crossed the room over to where Emery Shaw was standing with his family. "Glad to be through with the debate, Emery?" Shaw replies, "That was probably the shortest ninety minutes of my life. It seemed like it had barely begun and then was over. Well Katherine, how did I do?" "I'm not sure I can give you a fair opinion; I was a little distressed by Mr. Condon using Diana's visit here to support his position. Honestly, I would have liked to hear more concrete plans, but that's probably a lot to ask when you don't know who you'll be working with or what you'll be asked to do.

I will say, you were the most positive person on that stage, showed the most optimism, and seemed to care the most about the town without having ambitions for yourself. Mr. Condon tried, but some of his statements showed ambitions for his way of thinking if not himself. Mr. Fisk made some good points, but it still felt he was saying what was best for him." He says, "Why thank you Katherine, I was also offended by some of what both of my opponents stated, let's hope that others feel the same way. " Kate says, "I hope they do, too. It's disturbing that I'd rather live under Mr. Fisk than the Vigilance Committee."

Chester says, "Let's go see Mr. Shaw." He and Clarisse make their way to Shaw and Kate. Chester shakes Shaw's hand. "Congratulations, Mr. Shaw. You did really well, there. Hi, Kate." Shaw says, "Thank you Chester, let's hope that it helps get that badge of yours upgraded." "I hope so. I wouldn't like what this town would look like if either the Law & Order or Freedom Parties get in. Either way I wouldn't want to live here." Kate smiled at Chester and Clarisse. "I hope you're doing well tonight." Clarisse says, "We're doing just fine, Mrs. Kale. I admit this election has me a bit nervous. Not knowing if Chet will win is nerve-wracking. And how are you?" Kate says, "Very well, Miss Townsend. I hope you all had a good visit with Janet Fly today."

Clarisse says, "I agree about the Freedom party. That Mr. Fisk is not a good man. The town will slide into sinfulness if he has his way. I don't have too many qualms about the Law & Order Party getting voted in. The town will be safe at least. But I understand how many people won't like it, especially Mr. Cook. They'd put him out of business." Kate says, "And Mr. Cook is not a bad man, is he? The people at the Lady are not sinful people. We're a family and it's sad to think they might try to take our home."

Clarisse replies, "No, he isn't. Chet thinks well of him and that's good enough for me. The people who live and work there may not be sinful, but those who drink to excess act in an indecent manner." Chester pats her shoulder. "Now now, remember, 'judge lest not ye be judged.' The people here work hard and they need to relax. If that means getting drunk every now and then, it doesn't hurt anyone."

Kate asks, "Do you have any campaign plans for tomorrow, Emery?" He replies, "No, I thought I would go to the Earp Trail in the morning. I also need to figure out what to put in Chumbley's final paper before the election. Isby told Chumbley that he is not allowed to put out a paper with candidate advertisements on Tuesday but did give the little guy permission to sell any Monday papers he still has on hand. So Chumbly is planning to put out an edition tomorrow night between 10:00 PM and midnight so that he'll have plenty for Tuesday."

"Won't that upset Judge Isby a bit? It's going against the spirit of his injunction against campaigning on the day of the election," she said, chuckling. She says, "Well Emery, I suppose I will see you tomorrow morning at Wyatt Earp's trial. Isn't Mr. Watson's trial tomorrow morning as well. I'll have to be there to testify for that." Shaw replies, "Yes, it will be a busy day at court. The Judge will first draw the jury for the Earp trial but it might take a little while to round them all up since some may be at ranches or mines a distance from town. While the Jury is being pulled together he will so some of the other trials."

“Is there another trial beside Mr. Watson's?" She asked, while trying to think of the best time to get out to the ranch and fetch those horses. Shaw replies, "Yes, all of the folks who were caught cheating at the Lucky Lady plus Mr. Hardin for his hidden gun. Van Horne says he is pressing charges against all of them." Kate says, "Good. I know he was anxious to make sure the tournament was honest, and Jake was too. It's in the Lady and he wants the honest reputation there preserved. If you'll excuse me I'd like to talk to Judge Isby for a moment. I'll see you in the morning, Emery." She smiled at his children, who were more her age than Emery himself and politely spoke a few words with them with a special smile for her student Emily, then went over to Judge Isby.

"Excuse me, Judge. Might I ask a question about tomorrow?" Isby replies, "Certainly Mrs. Kale, I assume you wish to know when I will be needing you to testify at Mr. Watson's trial? I anticipate that will be between 8:00 and 9:00 AM." She says, "Yes, I need a chance to go out to my ranch in the morning. I'd prefer not to go tonight since it's already dark and it likely wouldn't be safe. Would there be enough time after Mr. Watson's trial and before Mr. Earp's to go? I can certainly go before if not." He replies, "Possibly not, I plan to start at 7:00 AM drawing the names for the Earp jury, then I want to try the poker cheaters so that any who are just fined and released can be on the 9:00 AM stagecoach out of town. Then I'll handle the Watson Trial and the Earp trial. It should be a busy day."

She replies, "Alright, I'll go early then, it shouldn't be a problem. A very busy day indeed. After all that I hope we can have a quiet, peaceful election, although I imagine that's a fool's hope." He replies, "A peaceful election is what I am striving for, although in truth, I'm more than a little concerned about potential violence as the aftermath of the trial. I assume that Mr. Earp will lose at which case Upton will appeal and we will have to endure several days more of his being jailed while his gunslinger friends are still around."

She says, "Unfortunately it's even too dangerous to try to move him somewhere else. I'll be glad when this is all over. I have some painful connections to the Earps and I'll be glad to see the last of them, especially Virgil." For a moment she looked small and vulnerable. She shook her head to clear it. "I will be here at 8:00 tomorrow, sir. Thank you." She said goodbye and went back over to Conrad and his brother. "Well gentlemen, shall we return to the Lady and see what's happened?"

Conrad took her arm and they walked back over to the Lady. "Judge Isby plans on Mr. Watson's trial being around 8 tomorrow morning; we'll both have to be there," she told Edwin. "I'll be glad to get that behind us." He says, "As will I, although I will probably stay around afterwards for the remainder of the trial as neither of my traveling companions will be heading out until it is over with. Roosevelt finds it intriguing that Isby would even consider that Earp could get a fair trial in this town. Berwind just wants to be around to watch him hang."

Kate says, "Without any wish to offend you, I don't care for Mr. Berwind much. If Wyatt Earp hangs I won't be there to watch it. I am surprised he's being tried here, especially since he was Marshall here for a time." Edwin replies, "Well, I guess that was your Judge's call. From what I hear the County Sheriff very much wants to see Earp dead, so a fair trial back in the county seat of Tombstone would have been far less likely."

Kate answers, "The county sheriff is a criminal himself; Earp and his brothers were after him as lawmen. Frank Leslie would like nothing better than to see Earp swinging from the gallows. I don't know if Earp could get a fair trail anywhere. He's too well known. At least here opinion is fairly evenly split, so there's a chance that a fair verdict will come down, or at least be fairly reached." The reached the brightly lit saloon with quiet music floating toward the door.

Kate states, "On to more pleasant things. I hope to see Evan Adair crying in his drink inside." Edwin says, "As would I, he and Conrad were at the same table together from noon until 8:00 PM yesterday and he took my brother for several hundred dollars." Kate looked up at Conrad who had been quiet on the walk over. "I would guess Adair was doing some cheating; we just couldn't catch him at it." She laughed suddenly. "Adair offered me work once. I believe I responded by throwing my drink in his face." Conrad says, "I doubt he was cheating, he doesn't need to, he plays poker very well. But you are both right, I would shed no tears to seeing him lose."

They arrive back at the Lucky Lady at around 9:00 PM and see that the games have now been consolidated down to two tables with four players each and that Adair is indeed loosing. By this point in time at the Van Horne table, Adair continues to lose hand-after-hand. Jake notes that Adair keeps giving Van Horne an icy stare as he loses $ 1500 in the 45-minute period. Ivers wins just enough to keep her in the game and by 9:45 is down to her last $ 200. The winnings are rather evenly divided at that table between Hawkes and Maverick. At the Stevens table Cook and Masterson continue to win most of the hands with Duvall doing the worst.

Kate says, "I'm not sure how needed I am here," Kate said, seeing things were well in hand and none of her other friends there at the moment. "I'm glad to see Jake has a sizeable pile. I'd like to see how everything comes out, but from the looks of things that might be almost morning and I'm going to have to sleep tonight. Well, it's still early. No hurry to be home to bed yet, I suppose."

Conrad, Edwin and Kate get some food and beverages and spend the next fifteen minutes chatting and keeping an eye on the games taking place. Roosevelt stops in to join them after a while and says that he had a nice chat with the Judge's assistant Tomlinson who assures him that Judge Isby is a far man who will do his best to ensure that Earp gets as fair a trial as possible. Kate says, "Judge Isby is known for his fair-mindedness; he will do everything in his power to make sure the trial is fair. I'm still nervous about having so many strangers in town. With so much happening at once it's almost guaranteed that something will go wrong."

The game continues to be played at the minimum ante. From 9:00 to 9:45 PM Cook is up another $ 200, Masterson is up $ 600, Enion is down $ 200 and Duvall is down $ 600. Over
Enion has won three hands and is up by around $ 1000, Cook and Masterson have each won two hands but are each only up $ 200 due to their losses to Enion, Duvall hasn't won any and is now down $ 1400 from when he started. Similar play has taken place over at the Van Horne Table with Maverick now up around a thousand, Hawkes up a little, Ivers down a little and Adair down $ 800. Jake continues to focus on playing well to build his stack and learning his opponents. He does not attempt to sway the game in any other special way at the moment.

The game at Steven's table is far too tame for Jake to accumulate the stack he is going to need. He increases the betting to move the action along. Job Kane has been spending the last two hours at the Lucky Lady getting some food and drink and then making the rounds, greeting the various spectators and thanking all newcomers for their patronage. At a quarter to ten he stops by Van Horne's table and comments, "You still have all eight, looks like it may be awhile until three drop off." Van Horne replies, "Indeed, I probably won't be needing your services any time soon. Why don't you go home and get some sleep, I'll send somebody over if we need you." "Alright then," Job replies and then heads out.

At around 10:00 PM Edwin Booth says he should call it a night if they wish to attend the trial in the morning. Roosevelt agrees. Conrad offers to walk Kate back to her home. "Thank you, I'll just be a moment." Kate stopped over at the bar and told Harry to send someone if she was needed, then went back to Conrad. "Alright, my dear. It's been a long day." As he walks her back Conrad says, "A long day but a good day. I think that Emery Shaw did well for himself tonight. He also probably helped Deputy Martin's chances too, that young man is too soft spoken, never takes the credit for himself when he should."

Kate says, "You're right about that. Part of it is modesty, but part of it is also that his skill involves knowing about and dealing with things that others won't. Would anyone else know about monsters in the night and how criminals can use magic to hide themselves. It's going to cause trouble between himself and Clarisse someday, I suspect." Conrad says, "Fear not about their relationship, you have your own relationships to deal with. I have continued to hear rumors that Emery Shaw plans to ask you to be his bride."

With a wink he then lightheartedly adds, "Please be sure to inform me when you decide to accept his proposal, in order to give me sufficient time find an appropriate wedding present." "I don't know where these rumors get started," she laughed. "Well, I can imagine where that one did, since I had to visit him at the boarding house once or twice and Beatrice Russell has an active imagination. I'm not ready to be married again just yet, and Emery Shaw is not the leading candidate for my hand." She walked a little closer. "You don't really hear such rumors, do you?"

He replies, "Of course I hear them, I keep my eyes and ears open. I had heard about Frank Condon's engagement yesterday, even before the young women knew about it, but kept quiet as I felt the fewer people who knew before her the better." Kate says, "Then what you knew was that he intended to ask her. I wonder if he'll have a large wedding like Rufus and Anita did, or if it will be small. I know you hear all the rumors, I just didn't realize there was a general rumor about Emery Shaw's intentions toward marriage."

Conrad says, "Bea has a lot of friends. That isn't necessarily a bad thing, as back when Priestess Florencia was living there Mrs. Russell managed to quell a lot of the negative rumors regarding her relationship with your ranch co-owner Nanuet.” Kate says, "Well, if Bea is the source of that rumor I know I don't have anything to worry about. Beside, any interest he has in me should clear up in another month or so when certain facts become obvious."

She turned more serious and sighed. "I worry for Minerva a bit. Nanuet seems to have disappeared and I imagine it's worse for her than if he'd never come back at all. We may someday have to figure out what to do about a partner who is no longer here." Conrad replies "Mother Jiminez believes that he is in the mountains receiving clerical training from the Apache shaman." Kate says, "That's a relief to hear, but I get the feeling that we will see very little of him from now on. Everyone seems to be slipping away."

A moment of melancholy crossed her face. "My own training has been sadly neglected lately, and it's my own fault. I have made myself too busy and left no time for my grandfather. I feel I've given away so much there is nothing left for myself." Conrad replies, "You shouldn't worry too much about Mr. Gonzales, he has been keeping very busy himself the last few days working security at the Lucky Lady. That you haven't recognized him shows that he's done a good job, in fact I think that only myself and Ginnie have figured out any of his disguises."

Kate looked downcast. "That only shows how far behind I have gotten. I never could see through the disguises. Ruby could, she could just sense things. But I'm sure Grandfather has been entertained. He always has something up his sleeve." Conrad says, "More a case of making sure something isn't up anybody else's sleeve. When Jefferson Soapy Smith was caught it was Gonzales who identified the cheater to the other security men." Kate asks, “So who has he been?" she asked. "I'm afraid my eyes have been too full of one man to notice another." Conrad replies, "I recognized him as a young human cowboy and also as an older human woman. There may have been others too."

Kate chuckled. "I'll have to talk to him about it this week sometime. I'm sure he'll be glad to tell me all about how clever he was. Conrad, there's something I wanted to tell you about last night but with your brother there I couldn't. You remember Mr. Franklin? We discovered yesterday that he was a vampire. Last night after the tournament closed we took care of the problem. I stayed with Jeff Mills, mostly away from the creature, but I wanted to tell you that it happened. I wouldn't want you to find out about it later and think I was keeping it from you."

Conrad says, "Franklin was another of those? Something struck me as odd about him but I wouldn't have suspected that. I am glad that you are safe. Next time please find a way to tell me earlier." Kate states, "I hope there won't be a next time, I don't want to be facing down these creatures anymore." She paused. "If you're angry please say so. I know I asked you to let me make my own choices, but that doesn't mean you shouldn't tell me exactly what you think of them. I should have pulled you aside last night and told you, maybe you'd have brought me to my senses."

He replies, "No, I am not angry, I have had too good a weekend to be angry about anything." She says, "I will gratefully accept the reprieve. Edwin seems to have lost his reservations about you." Conrad says, "Yes, a truly positive outcome! As a brother he appears to be far more open to me than I believe he ever would have been as a father. I had no ulterior motives about wanting his fortune, but I don't know if he ever would have believed it. Now, I have no claim to his fortune, so that isn't an issue."

Kate states, "Even if he had been convinces, there would have been matters of guilty feelings over not being there for you. The issue of your mother and perhaps seeing her again. You're a grown man and he would never be able to make up for not being a father, but the relationships between brothers, those are different. Brothers can be friends without those issues between them." Conrad says, "Indeed. Well darling, it is late and you should be getting off to bed. You have a busy day tomorrow, myself as well if I am one of the unfortunate souls whose name is drawn for that jury."

She says, "I would think they would disqualify anyone so closely connected with me after Wyatt Earp saved Henry's life in Tombstone, you especially since you were with him. I certainly would not be allowed to sit on that jury, and I'm relieved. I should go inside and spend some time with Janet. She's leaving in the morning so Ginnie and I will be all alone again. I still want to know what transition Mrs. Eaton wanted her to help me with." They reached the back door of the house and Kate slipped her arms around Conrad's waist. "I'll see you early tomorrow morning then?" “Yes,” he replies. A long kiss follows and then Conrad departs.
 

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