Falcon dismounted, then walked on up the street, staying on the boardwalk very close to the building fronts. Because of his caution, no one noticed him until he had drawn even with Duff. Not until then did he walk out into the street to stand alongside his cousin.
“Hello, Duff,” Falcon said. “How soon do you want to get started?”
“Good day to you, Falcon. I thought we might get underway on Saturday. That would put us in Cheyenne by Monday the tenth.”
“Good idea.”
Duff called out to Meghan. “Meghan, you remember Falcon, don’t you? He is going to help me take our cows to Texas.”
“You take good care of those cows, Falcon,” Meghan said. “One quarter of them are mine.” Unlike most people who would be in her situation right now, amazingly, Meghan’s voice showed no fear.
“I’ll take good care of them,” Falcon promised.
“What the hell are you people gabbing about?” the man behind Meghan shouted. “Don’t you understand what’s going on here?”
“Do you mind?” Falcon said. “We’ll get to you later. Right now, I’m talking to my friends here.”
“Yeah, well I was here first,” the man behind Meghan said. “And I’m telling you to just back off and let us finish our business.”
“If it’s all the same to you, I think I’ll just stay here.”
“All right, but when the shootin’ starts, we ain’t goin’ to be worryin’ none about whether or not you are in the way.”
“Oh, that’s all right, I quite understand,” Falcon said.
“Now, seein’ as this feller sort of interrupted us, I’ll say it again, real plain, so that you understand. I’m told you have a gold mine, so here is what we are goin’ to do. You are goin’ to show me an’ my friends where that gold mine is. ‘Cause if you don’t, I’m goin’ to shoot this here woman. Do you understand that?”
“Oh, I know what you said,” Duff replied. “But I don’t think you have thought this through.”
“What? What are you talking about?”
“Well think about it, Mr. Emerson. That is your name, isn’t it? I think I heard one of your friends call you that. If you shoot Miss Parker, you will nae longer have a bargaining position,” Duff said.
“Miss Parker?” Meghan said. “Duff MacCallister, you mean as close as we are, that you can’t call me by my first name?”
“Aye lass, and it is for sure that I can,” Duff said. “I just dinnae want to be intimate in front of these men.”
“Oh,” Meghan said, smiling. “That’s real sweet of you.”
“What in the hell is wrong with you people?” Emerson asked, the exasperation in his voice increasing. “Are you crazy?”
“Not at all,” Duff said. “I’m just pointing out to you the conundrum you have gotten yourself in. It’s rather like a dog that sticks its head through a hole in a fence, then can’t pull it back out. You see, Miss Parker is valuable to you only as long as she is alive. If you kill her, she is of no value to you whatever.”
“Mister, I don’t know what the hell you are talking about. Now I’m goin’ to ask you again. Are you goin’ to lead us to the mine or what?”
“Nae, I don’t think that I will,” Duff said.
“Duff, it’s looks to me like you’re dealing with someone who is too ignorant to understand,” Falcon said. “It looks to me like the only solution now is for us to just kill all three of them.”
“I think you are right,” Duff said. “And while I am an accomplished marksman, I am not fast.” As Duff was speaking, he was drawing his pistol, very slowly and deliberately. “So if you would be so kind as to help me out with the other two, I’ll be for putting a bullet through the eye of that unpleasant gentlemen with the bad teeth.”
“I’ll be glad to help out,” Falcon said.
Duff raised his pistol and aimed.
Despite the peril she was in at the moment, Meghan almost smiled. She recalled the shooting exhibition back in July when Duff had shot the miniature apple off her head. And she knew, now, that Duff had the situation well under control.
“What do you think you are going to do with that gun?” the man behind Meghan asked. “Don’t you see that I ...”
That was as far as he got because Duff pulled the trigger. The man behind Meghan fell to the ground with blood squirting from the eye that the bullet had penetrated. The other two men had been nearly mesmerized by the improbable event they were witnessing. They reacted at the sound of the gunshot, but it was too late. In a lightning draw, Falcon pulled his pistol and firing two shots so quickly that they sounded as one, he killed the other two.
Meghan stood her ground in the middle of the street, looking now at the bodies of the three men who had accosted her.
“Meghan, be ye harmed, lass?” Duff called to her. Even as he called out to her the citizens of the town who had been driven off the street by the unexpected showdown came running out.
“I’m all right,” Meghan said.
Duff hurried to her, and they embraced.
After the embrace, Meghan looked down at the body of the man who had been holding his pistol to her head. There was a black, bloody, and seeping hole where his left eye was. His right eye was still open, still registering the shock of what had happened to him.
“That was a perfectly horrid experience,” she said.
“You are sure you are all right?” Duff asked again.
“I’m a lot better now than I was a few minutes ago,” Meghan said. She shuddered. “You have no idea how bad his breath was.”
Duff looked surprised for a moment, then he started laughing and soon the whole town was laughing with him.
Biff Johnson came out into the street then, even as the rest of the town was gathering in morbid curiosity around the bodies of the three men Duff had shot.
“Hello, Falcon,” Biff said. “It’s good to see you again.”
“Hello, Sergeant,” Falcon replied. The two men had met first when Falcon had joined Custer’s last campaign as a civilian scout. Biff had been a sergeant in D Troop under Benteen. They had gotten reacquainted when Falcon helped Duff locate the land that would become Sky Meadow Ranch.
“Come on over to Fiddler’s Green, I’ll buy,” Biff offered.
“Thanks, but I have to get back to my shop,” Meghan said. “Who knows? Something like this might be good for business.”
Live Oaks Ranch, November 6
Even though Maria had been pregnant for several months now, no one but her husband and her parents knew about it. Her pregnancy wasn’t obvious because of the bulky dresses she wore.
All through supper Clay had been looking at her, and now as they sat in their small sitting room, even though she was knitting, Maria was well aware that she was the subject of his continued scrutiny. Finally she put the knitting down and looked at him.
“Clay, have I suddenly turned green?”
“What?” Clay replied, confused by the strange question.
“Through supper and now, you have been staring at me. I thought perhaps I had turned green.”
Clay chuckled. “Can’t I stare at my beautiful wife if I want to?”
“Yes, but I think it is not because you think me beautiful,” Maria said. Though her English was flawless, there was still a slight, lilting accent to her words, an accent that Clay had always found appealing.
Clay sighed. “You are right,” he said. “I have been staring. I have to tell you something, and I have been trying to think of a way to tell you.”
“You wish to tell me that you will be going to Dodge City to drive the cattle down here that Senor Big Ben has bought. Yes?”
“Yes,” Clay replied, his face registering his surprise at her answer. “How did you know?”
“Clay, this is a big ranch with many tongues that are willing to speak,” she said. “I have known for many days that you would be going to Dodge City.”