Silver Moon
Adventurer
Chapter Two-hundred-fifty-four, “Celebrations” , Tuesday, June 20th, 6:00 P.M.
As Kate chats with Manny Escobar alongside Emery Shaw, Frank Condon come over and shakes Shaw's hand, congratulating him for a well run campaign and adding "I'm going to hold you to your words, in the debate you said that in two years my skills would be right for me to be mayor at that time." Emery says, "Well, that's not quite how I worded it but I was sincere, if I decide not to run for re-elation I will probably throw my support to you. And if I do decide to run again you can count on my support for you as a member of the Town Council." "And mine as well," Kate added, "Although it doesn't carry the weight of Emery's. Such a combination of expertise and passion is a rare thing; and not to be wasted."
Word has now reached the Lucky Lady of the election results and Jake is informed of who the winners are. Given that three of the five elected council members own saloons it is unlikely that they will be shut down. Though he is completely exhausted, the sharp rush of adrenaline caused by winning and the follow on recognition keeps him moving. He wanders casually through the crowd, listening to them providing their insights, comments and congratulations. He takes it all good naturedly. He has a hard time deciding if he is happier about Adair going away, the recognition of winning, or the new wealth with which he finds himself. He finally decides it does not matter, he will enjoy all three.
The only serious business he does is a quick conversation with Tim Finnegan. He asks Tim to alert the security team to keep a watch on the Commodore and to whom the man might speak until he leaves town. "I cannot put my finger on it, but I really do not trust the man." After that, it is all pleasure. The crowd at the Town Hall breaks up as people head off to either their respective parties or various places to eat dinner. Kate drifted along with the others headed toward Drover's, keeping her eyes open for Doctor Eaton. Kate reaches Drover's Hotel without having spotted Eaton, who has probably headed back home to dine with his family. She recognizes most of the people present at the saloon as employees of either the Wells Fargo Company, Morand Cartage or Drover's Livery.
People are congratulating Vera Blake for their victories. Emery Shaw and Manuel Escobar arrive shortly thereafter with the families and receive many congratulations as well. Feeling a little lost, Kate made sure to congratulate Vera Blake. After that she moved to and fro, speaking to others here and there, but mostly biding her time until Conrad came back from the Long Branch. The room began to feel small and Kate made her way to the front porch for some fresh, evening air.
Word reaches Drover's that Jake Cook has won the Van Horne poker tournament. Kate abandoned the porch at Drover's; no one would notice her having slipped out anyway. She stuck her head in at the Long Branch and having caught Conrad's eye motioned she would be at the Lady. The place was busy and buzzing, and Kate managed to squeeze her way to Jake after no small amount of trying. She congratulated her newly rich and working on inebriated friend and spent a few moments talking about what she had missed and how the final hands had gone. He shares with her the details of excitement that was not supposed to be part of the tournament, as well as some highlights in the game commenting with some amusement, "The stories being told around the room seem to be growing, I am certain my victory will be much more impressive by tomorrow."
Appearing to temporarily ignore the celebration around him, Jake listens intently as Kate passes on the election results and Madge Duprey's sudden return and seems genuinely pleased. "Much good news, Katherine. You should be well pleased that your contribution has yielded such a significant return." She says, "I didn't contribute much, just nudged every now and then. Once the party was formed I stayed out of it, although I didn't make my opinions on who should be elected a secret. So, what are you going to do with your new-found wealth? And your new saloon building?"
Jake replies, "I have not really thought to much about it." He lowers his voice so she can barely hear him, "Winning was more important to me than the money." He returns to speaking normally. "I am sure I will find something to do with it. I have never exhibited a difficulty in spending money previously." He smiles widely at that. "Likely I will rebuild the Palace, with a new name of course. The town can support it with the other saloons if it aims at a similar patrons as before. Just without all its previous owners meanness." He sips at his expensive whiskey. "That is assuming the traveling itch does not take me first."
"Seems both of us are scratching itches lately," Kate said, trying not to betray just what itch she was referring to by blushing. "I can't say I'm surprised you're thinking of moving on, you've been restless lately. Where would you go?" Jake shrugs. "California I suppose. At least for a time. I have not made it all the way across the country yet." He looks at Katherine and then almost through her before he adds, "There are a couple of beautiful girls in San Francisco that I have to see. After that, who knows." She says, "I can't imagine Promise City without you. Who'll make me laugh at myself, or be my gun hand after I've stumbled into yet another something because I can't mind my own business?"
She laughed but her eyes were a bit sad. "You've taken care of me like a brother, and I'll miss you. But I'd rather have you go and be happy than stay and chafe under too many ties." He replies, "Nothing is decided yet, but do not fret either way. I know enough about gambling to avoid predicting the future." Jake takes another sip of whiskey and smirks, "Yes, Ma’am, that is me. The most humorous gun in the west." He reaches out unexpectedly and gives Katherine a hug. "You take good care of yourself sis, just in case I happen to be out of town next time you are not minding your own business." He releases her just as quickly. "Either that or duck when I start shooting without warning. Hard to tell either way."
"I will. Once a day, once a month, or once a year I'll always be glad to see you, even if you're sticking your nose into my business. I seem to remember hearing about a conversation with Conrad..." she chuckled. "Just promise me one thing. If you do go, You won't just slip off and leave me a note. I won't make a fuss, I swear, just give me a chance to say good-bye and send you off with good wishes."
He replies, "No promises, I have had enough of promises I meant to keep but have been unable to satisfy. You must settle with my good intentions. If I decide to leave I want to say goodbye in person if I can." Jake's thin lipped expression quickly changes back to his jovial self. "Enough of that. There is much to celebrate, is there not Katherine Kale? Your meddling in others business has come to fruition and Promise City is a better place for it. Unfinished chapters of many lives have come to close, most with pleasant endings. The future, as far as I can see it with these skeptical eyes, is bright. Revenge is sated or put aside, renewal completed, and all that remains is to build on a promising tomorrow. How much more dare we ask?"
She replies, "Dare, that's the right word. I'm feeling quite daring lately, so I think I'll keep asking. I hope I really have done good for the town; I've caused an awful lot of trouble too. I don't need a promise from you, as long as I know you don't intend to slip away, that's good enough for me." Kate looked around the packed saloon. "I should let your admirers shower you with some more praise. Don't be a stranger." Jake shook his head and smiled. "No strangers here." "No, just family." Kate gave him one last smile, then turned and moved away, letting the throng fill in the space she left. Instead of leaving Kate made her way to the piano and started to play.
Time flies and the saloon begins to empty out somewhat. Jake is busy going from person to person and extending his warm wishes and thanks. Kate cannot recall when she has seen him this happy and relaxed. As the crowd moved on and Conrad hadn't yet come for her, Kate left word with Jeff Mills that she was going on to the El Parador and made her way over to the Cantina for the promised time with her teacher.
During the celebrations Deputy Marshall Eduardo Rodrguez comes by to see Chet. He says, "Congratulations Chet, you've earned it!" Chester shakes Eddie's hand and slaps him on the back. "That means a lot coming from you, Eddie. I've asked Hank Hill to replace me as deputy. He seems like a good guy and he's been a good help." Eddie says, "Well that's good Chet, since my three-month deputy appointment ends on Thursday and I won't be renewing it." Chester looks at Eduardo in surprise. "You're not coming back? But you're the most experienced lawman in town. Does this have something to do with Wyatt?"
Eddie replies, "Actually it does, he's offered me a job up in Colorado, the same town where Bat Masterson is the Town Marshal. I won't be wearing a badge either and neither will Wyatt, it's saloon work. He'll deal Faro while I'll be security. Chet, in the last five months I've been nearly beaten to death, stabbed, shot, had a cold-blooded murderer impersonate me who attempt to kill my friends including you, and had most of my life taken from me by a vampire. I'm lucky to still be breathing, it is time for a change."
Chester pauses. "If it weren't so serious, it'd be funny. I hate to lose you, but it's not a bad thing to want to take it easy, especially after what you've been through. Hopefully it's me who's attracts trouble and not Wyatt." He chuckles and says, "I wish you luck then. By the way, is there anyone who you'd recommend to sign on as a deputy? You know the folks here better than me. Is there an elf who'd be willing to join me?"
Eddie says, "I'd keep Neil and Helen if I were you. There's also a man who works for Count Von Zeppelin you might want to talk to. He's new to the area, one of the Mexican wood elves that moved up along with the German humans, but he's in charge of security for Von Zeppelin's place. Having an elf with a badge isn't necessarily a bad thing to continue to promote equality, and this guy seems to know his job. His name is Rafael Sanchez." Chester commits the name to memory. "That's what I was thinking. I hope Senor Sanchez wants to help Promise City. I'll talk to him soon. Thanks."
The party continues for another hour. Clarisse eventually tires and requests for Chet to bring her home. Chester kisses her. "OK, dear. I'm a bit tired too. Let's say our goodbyes, then we can go." For the next few minutes, Chester and Clarisse make their rounds, saying good night to the others in the Unity party." Then they walk back to the Double Eagle. "I guess this is good night. See you tomorrow. Sleep tight." She hugs and kisses him and says, "Goodnight to you Marshal Martin!"
He holds her close. He says wistfully, "Marshall Martin. Who would have thought that? I can't wait until Lt. Gamble comes back to town." They kiss for a while. 'I'll see you later... I can't believe it." She returns the final kiss and says, "Believe it. I always knew that you would win. This town is smart enough to recognize the right person for the job when they see it." Chester replies, "I've had my worries in the past, but you're right. Now the hard work begins. And I'm kind of looking forward to it." Clarisse goes upstairs and Chester leaves. He watches her window until she waves at him and turns off her light. He whistles to himself as he walks home.
Jake continues to wander the crowd, enjoying the victory, congratulations, friendship and expensive whiskey. Jake notes Austin Blake arrive at the Lucky Lady and make his way across the room towards Jake. Jake greets him warmly, perhaps somewhat due to the copious amount of drink. Austin says, "Hello Mr. Cook, I guess congratulations are in order. I wanted to also find out what your intentions are towards the Palace Saloon." Jake says, "Speak your mind, Austin, what is your interest?"
He says, "Vera's interest actually. She doesn't approve of prostitution and feels even stronger about it now that she's won a seat on the Town Council. If you are planning to continue that practice under your tenure she does not want me to finalize that planned purchase of Hoover's share of the Lucky Lady tomorrow." Jake is a trifle bit annoyed by the comment, but holds it in. "What do my plans for the Palace have to do with the Lucky Lady? I have no plans for prostitution at the Lady. I have no plans to merge the Palace and Lady operations. If I decided to have let the girls continue to work at the Palace, what has that to do with the Lady?"
Blake replies, "It has to do with the character of the individuals who we decide to partner with. I'm afraid that if you plan to continue that....institution, well, you had better find somebody else to purchase Young Hoover's share of the Lady." Jake says, "I am truly sorry you feel that way. Those girls need someplace to work, I mean...." Jake laughs and stops. "Whatever you want Mr. Blake. You are certainly entitled to your beliefs." Blake replies, "Well then, I guess we will just have to continue to be rivals."
"As you see fit. Let me know if you change your mind or want to buy me out. Have yourself and pleasant evening and give my congratulations to your wife." Jake returns to the celebrations. The crowd starts to thin out, and the rush of adrenaline that was sustaining him begins to fade. He finishes the whiskey, offering the last toast privately with Harry Rote, "Here is to Niles. Seems only fitting since he had the foresight to put this bottle away for us."
Fifi has shadowed Jake around the saloon most of the evening. He has been kind towards her but it is obvious that she is looking for more than kindness. After he says good night to the last of his well wishers, instead of heading back towards his home he moves towards the stairs leading to the upper floors of the Lucky Lady. Fifi is right there, helping him up the stairs. He selects an empty room and she helps him to the bed. After she removes his boots, she turns away from him and seductively undresses for him only to discover he is already fast asleep.
Minerva did not vote. But instead, put her faith in the gods and her trust in her parishioners, knowing that they had finally opened their hearts and minds to the gods and to her. Her mouth turned up in a satisfied smile as the results of the election began to ripple though the town, but instead of attending the celebrations that she knew would surely follow she called to Luna and made her way to the Stables in search of her horse. She found him resting in a stall and spoke to him, knowing he would understand her need. “I am sorry to wake you,” she whispered to his mind, “but I must go to the desert.”
Shadow neighed softly in response and nuzzled her cheek. Once mounted the young priestess with the dark knowing eyes looked around a final time to be sure that she was not being followed and rode out to the desert to give thanks to the gods. Dismounting she set up her alter, placing the 12 candles representing the gods of Olympus on a rock and filling a silver bowl with clear water to reflect the essence of the Goddess Diana. The moon caressed the curves of her naked form as she raised her arms to the goddess’s and gods who were her family and her voice rang out in praise and thanks, her musical Spanish rhythm echoing through the surrounding canyons.
Minerva dressed and lay back in the warm dessert sand. She stared up at the trillions of tiny twinkling lights in the sky and focused on the curvy, milky stairway that led to Olympus. It seemed so far away and yet her gods were always with her, always watching and guiding her. She had accepted Their Will and was content to continue to do their bidding, but it had not always been easy. Especially since she had arrived in Promise City. She had gained much in her short time here, new friends, the respect of the community, an the two true gifts the gods had bestowed upon her, a ward that she had grown quite fond of and her first true love.
“That” she mussed, “had been a double-edged sword.” Love had brought with it an equal amount of wonder and sorrow into her life. She thought of Nanuet and wondered where the gods had drawn him to and if he missed her as much as she did him. She believed he did but knew that he too would put the will of the gods before his own wants and needs. “We are but two stars in the whole of the heavens” she mussed. “Would two stars be missed if they were suddenly extinguished? Perhaps not, but each star contributed to the brilliance displayed above her and the heavens would be a little dimmer for their absence”
Enveloped by the warm sand and lulled by the rhythmic sounds of the night, Minerva dozed. As she did so the gods crept into her mind and whispered to her soul. “Your work is done here, our daughter. You are needed elsewhere. Take the boy with you and trust in our love.” She awoke with tears streaming freely down her cheeks and resignedly made her way back to town.
As Kate chats with Manny Escobar alongside Emery Shaw, Frank Condon come over and shakes Shaw's hand, congratulating him for a well run campaign and adding "I'm going to hold you to your words, in the debate you said that in two years my skills would be right for me to be mayor at that time." Emery says, "Well, that's not quite how I worded it but I was sincere, if I decide not to run for re-elation I will probably throw my support to you. And if I do decide to run again you can count on my support for you as a member of the Town Council." "And mine as well," Kate added, "Although it doesn't carry the weight of Emery's. Such a combination of expertise and passion is a rare thing; and not to be wasted."
Word has now reached the Lucky Lady of the election results and Jake is informed of who the winners are. Given that three of the five elected council members own saloons it is unlikely that they will be shut down. Though he is completely exhausted, the sharp rush of adrenaline caused by winning and the follow on recognition keeps him moving. He wanders casually through the crowd, listening to them providing their insights, comments and congratulations. He takes it all good naturedly. He has a hard time deciding if he is happier about Adair going away, the recognition of winning, or the new wealth with which he finds himself. He finally decides it does not matter, he will enjoy all three.
The only serious business he does is a quick conversation with Tim Finnegan. He asks Tim to alert the security team to keep a watch on the Commodore and to whom the man might speak until he leaves town. "I cannot put my finger on it, but I really do not trust the man." After that, it is all pleasure. The crowd at the Town Hall breaks up as people head off to either their respective parties or various places to eat dinner. Kate drifted along with the others headed toward Drover's, keeping her eyes open for Doctor Eaton. Kate reaches Drover's Hotel without having spotted Eaton, who has probably headed back home to dine with his family. She recognizes most of the people present at the saloon as employees of either the Wells Fargo Company, Morand Cartage or Drover's Livery.
People are congratulating Vera Blake for their victories. Emery Shaw and Manuel Escobar arrive shortly thereafter with the families and receive many congratulations as well. Feeling a little lost, Kate made sure to congratulate Vera Blake. After that she moved to and fro, speaking to others here and there, but mostly biding her time until Conrad came back from the Long Branch. The room began to feel small and Kate made her way to the front porch for some fresh, evening air.
Word reaches Drover's that Jake Cook has won the Van Horne poker tournament. Kate abandoned the porch at Drover's; no one would notice her having slipped out anyway. She stuck her head in at the Long Branch and having caught Conrad's eye motioned she would be at the Lady. The place was busy and buzzing, and Kate managed to squeeze her way to Jake after no small amount of trying. She congratulated her newly rich and working on inebriated friend and spent a few moments talking about what she had missed and how the final hands had gone. He shares with her the details of excitement that was not supposed to be part of the tournament, as well as some highlights in the game commenting with some amusement, "The stories being told around the room seem to be growing, I am certain my victory will be much more impressive by tomorrow."
Appearing to temporarily ignore the celebration around him, Jake listens intently as Kate passes on the election results and Madge Duprey's sudden return and seems genuinely pleased. "Much good news, Katherine. You should be well pleased that your contribution has yielded such a significant return." She says, "I didn't contribute much, just nudged every now and then. Once the party was formed I stayed out of it, although I didn't make my opinions on who should be elected a secret. So, what are you going to do with your new-found wealth? And your new saloon building?"
Jake replies, "I have not really thought to much about it." He lowers his voice so she can barely hear him, "Winning was more important to me than the money." He returns to speaking normally. "I am sure I will find something to do with it. I have never exhibited a difficulty in spending money previously." He smiles widely at that. "Likely I will rebuild the Palace, with a new name of course. The town can support it with the other saloons if it aims at a similar patrons as before. Just without all its previous owners meanness." He sips at his expensive whiskey. "That is assuming the traveling itch does not take me first."
"Seems both of us are scratching itches lately," Kate said, trying not to betray just what itch she was referring to by blushing. "I can't say I'm surprised you're thinking of moving on, you've been restless lately. Where would you go?" Jake shrugs. "California I suppose. At least for a time. I have not made it all the way across the country yet." He looks at Katherine and then almost through her before he adds, "There are a couple of beautiful girls in San Francisco that I have to see. After that, who knows." She says, "I can't imagine Promise City without you. Who'll make me laugh at myself, or be my gun hand after I've stumbled into yet another something because I can't mind my own business?"
She laughed but her eyes were a bit sad. "You've taken care of me like a brother, and I'll miss you. But I'd rather have you go and be happy than stay and chafe under too many ties." He replies, "Nothing is decided yet, but do not fret either way. I know enough about gambling to avoid predicting the future." Jake takes another sip of whiskey and smirks, "Yes, Ma’am, that is me. The most humorous gun in the west." He reaches out unexpectedly and gives Katherine a hug. "You take good care of yourself sis, just in case I happen to be out of town next time you are not minding your own business." He releases her just as quickly. "Either that or duck when I start shooting without warning. Hard to tell either way."
"I will. Once a day, once a month, or once a year I'll always be glad to see you, even if you're sticking your nose into my business. I seem to remember hearing about a conversation with Conrad..." she chuckled. "Just promise me one thing. If you do go, You won't just slip off and leave me a note. I won't make a fuss, I swear, just give me a chance to say good-bye and send you off with good wishes."
He replies, "No promises, I have had enough of promises I meant to keep but have been unable to satisfy. You must settle with my good intentions. If I decide to leave I want to say goodbye in person if I can." Jake's thin lipped expression quickly changes back to his jovial self. "Enough of that. There is much to celebrate, is there not Katherine Kale? Your meddling in others business has come to fruition and Promise City is a better place for it. Unfinished chapters of many lives have come to close, most with pleasant endings. The future, as far as I can see it with these skeptical eyes, is bright. Revenge is sated or put aside, renewal completed, and all that remains is to build on a promising tomorrow. How much more dare we ask?"
She replies, "Dare, that's the right word. I'm feeling quite daring lately, so I think I'll keep asking. I hope I really have done good for the town; I've caused an awful lot of trouble too. I don't need a promise from you, as long as I know you don't intend to slip away, that's good enough for me." Kate looked around the packed saloon. "I should let your admirers shower you with some more praise. Don't be a stranger." Jake shook his head and smiled. "No strangers here." "No, just family." Kate gave him one last smile, then turned and moved away, letting the throng fill in the space she left. Instead of leaving Kate made her way to the piano and started to play.
Time flies and the saloon begins to empty out somewhat. Jake is busy going from person to person and extending his warm wishes and thanks. Kate cannot recall when she has seen him this happy and relaxed. As the crowd moved on and Conrad hadn't yet come for her, Kate left word with Jeff Mills that she was going on to the El Parador and made her way over to the Cantina for the promised time with her teacher.
During the celebrations Deputy Marshall Eduardo Rodrguez comes by to see Chet. He says, "Congratulations Chet, you've earned it!" Chester shakes Eddie's hand and slaps him on the back. "That means a lot coming from you, Eddie. I've asked Hank Hill to replace me as deputy. He seems like a good guy and he's been a good help." Eddie says, "Well that's good Chet, since my three-month deputy appointment ends on Thursday and I won't be renewing it." Chester looks at Eduardo in surprise. "You're not coming back? But you're the most experienced lawman in town. Does this have something to do with Wyatt?"
Eddie replies, "Actually it does, he's offered me a job up in Colorado, the same town where Bat Masterson is the Town Marshal. I won't be wearing a badge either and neither will Wyatt, it's saloon work. He'll deal Faro while I'll be security. Chet, in the last five months I've been nearly beaten to death, stabbed, shot, had a cold-blooded murderer impersonate me who attempt to kill my friends including you, and had most of my life taken from me by a vampire. I'm lucky to still be breathing, it is time for a change."
Chester pauses. "If it weren't so serious, it'd be funny. I hate to lose you, but it's not a bad thing to want to take it easy, especially after what you've been through. Hopefully it's me who's attracts trouble and not Wyatt." He chuckles and says, "I wish you luck then. By the way, is there anyone who you'd recommend to sign on as a deputy? You know the folks here better than me. Is there an elf who'd be willing to join me?"
Eddie says, "I'd keep Neil and Helen if I were you. There's also a man who works for Count Von Zeppelin you might want to talk to. He's new to the area, one of the Mexican wood elves that moved up along with the German humans, but he's in charge of security for Von Zeppelin's place. Having an elf with a badge isn't necessarily a bad thing to continue to promote equality, and this guy seems to know his job. His name is Rafael Sanchez." Chester commits the name to memory. "That's what I was thinking. I hope Senor Sanchez wants to help Promise City. I'll talk to him soon. Thanks."
The party continues for another hour. Clarisse eventually tires and requests for Chet to bring her home. Chester kisses her. "OK, dear. I'm a bit tired too. Let's say our goodbyes, then we can go." For the next few minutes, Chester and Clarisse make their rounds, saying good night to the others in the Unity party." Then they walk back to the Double Eagle. "I guess this is good night. See you tomorrow. Sleep tight." She hugs and kisses him and says, "Goodnight to you Marshal Martin!"
He holds her close. He says wistfully, "Marshall Martin. Who would have thought that? I can't wait until Lt. Gamble comes back to town." They kiss for a while. 'I'll see you later... I can't believe it." She returns the final kiss and says, "Believe it. I always knew that you would win. This town is smart enough to recognize the right person for the job when they see it." Chester replies, "I've had my worries in the past, but you're right. Now the hard work begins. And I'm kind of looking forward to it." Clarisse goes upstairs and Chester leaves. He watches her window until she waves at him and turns off her light. He whistles to himself as he walks home.
Jake continues to wander the crowd, enjoying the victory, congratulations, friendship and expensive whiskey. Jake notes Austin Blake arrive at the Lucky Lady and make his way across the room towards Jake. Jake greets him warmly, perhaps somewhat due to the copious amount of drink. Austin says, "Hello Mr. Cook, I guess congratulations are in order. I wanted to also find out what your intentions are towards the Palace Saloon." Jake says, "Speak your mind, Austin, what is your interest?"
He says, "Vera's interest actually. She doesn't approve of prostitution and feels even stronger about it now that she's won a seat on the Town Council. If you are planning to continue that practice under your tenure she does not want me to finalize that planned purchase of Hoover's share of the Lucky Lady tomorrow." Jake is a trifle bit annoyed by the comment, but holds it in. "What do my plans for the Palace have to do with the Lucky Lady? I have no plans for prostitution at the Lady. I have no plans to merge the Palace and Lady operations. If I decided to have let the girls continue to work at the Palace, what has that to do with the Lady?"
Blake replies, "It has to do with the character of the individuals who we decide to partner with. I'm afraid that if you plan to continue that....institution, well, you had better find somebody else to purchase Young Hoover's share of the Lady." Jake says, "I am truly sorry you feel that way. Those girls need someplace to work, I mean...." Jake laughs and stops. "Whatever you want Mr. Blake. You are certainly entitled to your beliefs." Blake replies, "Well then, I guess we will just have to continue to be rivals."
"As you see fit. Let me know if you change your mind or want to buy me out. Have yourself and pleasant evening and give my congratulations to your wife." Jake returns to the celebrations. The crowd starts to thin out, and the rush of adrenaline that was sustaining him begins to fade. He finishes the whiskey, offering the last toast privately with Harry Rote, "Here is to Niles. Seems only fitting since he had the foresight to put this bottle away for us."
Fifi has shadowed Jake around the saloon most of the evening. He has been kind towards her but it is obvious that she is looking for more than kindness. After he says good night to the last of his well wishers, instead of heading back towards his home he moves towards the stairs leading to the upper floors of the Lucky Lady. Fifi is right there, helping him up the stairs. He selects an empty room and she helps him to the bed. After she removes his boots, she turns away from him and seductively undresses for him only to discover he is already fast asleep.
Minerva did not vote. But instead, put her faith in the gods and her trust in her parishioners, knowing that they had finally opened their hearts and minds to the gods and to her. Her mouth turned up in a satisfied smile as the results of the election began to ripple though the town, but instead of attending the celebrations that she knew would surely follow she called to Luna and made her way to the Stables in search of her horse. She found him resting in a stall and spoke to him, knowing he would understand her need. “I am sorry to wake you,” she whispered to his mind, “but I must go to the desert.”
Shadow neighed softly in response and nuzzled her cheek. Once mounted the young priestess with the dark knowing eyes looked around a final time to be sure that she was not being followed and rode out to the desert to give thanks to the gods. Dismounting she set up her alter, placing the 12 candles representing the gods of Olympus on a rock and filling a silver bowl with clear water to reflect the essence of the Goddess Diana. The moon caressed the curves of her naked form as she raised her arms to the goddess’s and gods who were her family and her voice rang out in praise and thanks, her musical Spanish rhythm echoing through the surrounding canyons.
Minerva dressed and lay back in the warm dessert sand. She stared up at the trillions of tiny twinkling lights in the sky and focused on the curvy, milky stairway that led to Olympus. It seemed so far away and yet her gods were always with her, always watching and guiding her. She had accepted Their Will and was content to continue to do their bidding, but it had not always been easy. Especially since she had arrived in Promise City. She had gained much in her short time here, new friends, the respect of the community, an the two true gifts the gods had bestowed upon her, a ward that she had grown quite fond of and her first true love.
“That” she mussed, “had been a double-edged sword.” Love had brought with it an equal amount of wonder and sorrow into her life. She thought of Nanuet and wondered where the gods had drawn him to and if he missed her as much as she did him. She believed he did but knew that he too would put the will of the gods before his own wants and needs. “We are but two stars in the whole of the heavens” she mussed. “Would two stars be missed if they were suddenly extinguished? Perhaps not, but each star contributed to the brilliance displayed above her and the heavens would be a little dimmer for their absence”
Enveloped by the warm sand and lulled by the rhythmic sounds of the night, Minerva dozed. As she did so the gods crept into her mind and whispered to her soul. “Your work is done here, our daughter. You are needed elsewhere. Take the boy with you and trust in our love.” She awoke with tears streaming freely down her cheeks and resignedly made her way back to town.