John usually greeted his guests. He couldn't seem to find his voice now, however, and appeared to be in a stupor as he stared in stunned disbelief at One-Eyed Jack.
John had apparently never seen Jack Hanrahan smile either.
"It's chilling, isn't it, John?" Travis remarked as he strolled past him on his way into the dining room.
John's wife, Millie, let out a little screech when she spotted Jack grinning. Travis thought that was an appropriate reaction.
The dining room was deserted. Still, Travis insisted that Emily sit in the corner next to him with her back against the wall. One-Eyed Jack straddled the chair across from them, but he kept nervously glancing behind his shoulder to make certain no one was trying to sneak up on him.
John came to his senses before his wife did. He hurried to the table, his shotgun cradled in his arms, and stopped when he reached Travis.
"It's good to see you again," he remarked with another quick glance in Hanrahan's direction. "Millie, quit twisting your apron and come meet Travis's woman. Did you go and get yourself hitched?"
"No, Jack. I didn't get married."
He introduced Emily to the older couple and then suggested they both join them.
As soon as Millie had gotten over her reaction to seeing Jack smile, her attention moved to Emily. She seemed mesmerized by her, nervous too; Travis noticed the way she was fiddling with her hair and smoothing her apron.
When Millie was younger, she was quite attractive, and her good looks helped to soften her abrupt way with people. Age had made her features more angular and harsh, but the sparkle was still in her eyes.
"We might as well eat with our guests, Millie, seeing as Travis is a friend," John said. "If you can stop gawking at his woman long enough to fetch our supper."
Millie didn't budge. She gave her husband a look
Travis interpreted to mean John was going to catch hell later for teasing her.
"My hair used to curl the way hers does," Millie told her husband. "Might be it still would if it weren't so long."
"Expect you'll cut it, then?" John asked
Millie didn't answer her husband. She simply continued to give Emily her close scrutiny.
"Mr. Perkins, are you expecting trouble?" Emily asked, pretending not to notice that his wife was watching her every move.
"I always expect trouble," he replied. "That way I'm never taken by surprise."
"John started carrying a shotgun when he married Millie because he knew men would try to steal her away from him," Travis said.
"That was years ago," Millie interjected. "I was pretty then."
"You're prettier now," Travis told her. "John's still carrying his shotgun, isn't he?"
Millie blushed with pleasure and hurried out of the room.
"What are the two of you doing up in high country?" John asked with yet another worried glance at One-Eyed Jack.
"I'm escorting Emily to Golden Crest. She's meeting someone there."
Emily was relieved he hadn't given Mr. Perkins any other details.
Travis couldn't stomach looking at One-Eyed Jack's infernal grin another second.
"Emily, tell Jack to stop smiling. He's giving me the chills."
"I think his smile is charming," she replied. She reached across the table and patted Jack's hand. "Don't pay any attention to him, Jack. He's just in a contrary mood."
"Want me to shoot him for you, Miss Emily?"
The question didn't faze her this time. "No, Jack, but thank you for offering."
Travis decided to ignore both Emily and Jack. He turned to John again and remarked, "You're light on guests tonight."
"We won't be light for long," John replied. "Ben Corrigan stopped by on his way home from River's Bend to visit with Millie and me for a spell, and he told me five men from Murphy's outfit are headed this way. They'll expect to spend the night, but if they give me any back talk at all, I'm tossing them out. They're all low-down, thieving troublemakers." He turned and raised his voice so his wife could hear him in the kitchen. "Millie, you'd better hide the money you've got tucked inside the cookie jar." Turning back to his guests, he said, "Travis, I'd keep an eye on your woman if I were you."
Travis nodded agreement. He didn't bother to correct John's misconception that Emily was his woman and, in fact, had to admit he kind of liked the sound of it.
The realization made him frown. She was soon going to be O'Toole's woman, he reminded himself, and he would probably never see her again.
"Looks like I won't be getting much sleep tonight," he said, accepting what he was going to have to do to keep Emily safe.
"Why is that?" Emily asked.
He doubted if she'd get any sleep either if he told her what Murphy's men were capable of, and so he decided not to answer her question and changed the subject instead.
"What other news did Corrigan have to tell you?"
"He mentioned there was a United States marshal poking around up here."
Jack Hanrahan's head snapped up, and he was suddenly mighty interested in the conversation. "What for?" he muttered. "The law ain't no good in these parts."
Jack was wrong, but neither John nor Travis felt inclined to tell him so.
"The marshal's searching for some men, and from the rumors Corrigan heard, they're about as bad as men can be. Word has it they've killed a woman and a child. The little girl was just three years old, and the bastards ought to hang for that. The marshal wants to haul them back to Texas to stand trial."
"The marshal's from Texas?"
"That's what Corrigan told me."
"Did he mention his name?"
"I don't recollect that he did. Why are you so interested in the marshal? I'd stay away from him if I were you. Corrigan said that when he was introducing himself to him, he was suddenly feeling real thankful he'd led such a law-abiding life. The marshal gave him the shivers, all right, with those cold blue eyes staring down at him. Corrigan told me he hopes he never runs into him again. That's what he said, all right."
"I'm looking for a man who goes by the name of Daniel Ryan. He stole something from my mother, and one way or another, I'm going to get it back. All Mama Rose remembers about him is that he's big, he has blue eyes, and he's from Texas."
"You aren't thinking the marshal's the man you're after, are you?"
John didn't give Travis time to answer him, but continued on. "It could be just a coincidence. Lots of men have blue eyes," he reasoned. "Maybe the gang he's after comes from Texas too, and one of them could have blue eyes."
"Mama Rose told me Ryan was very refined. They were close to our territory when they parted company at the train station, but he had already mentioned to her that he was headed north."
"I don't suppose the men the lawman's searching for are refined. Still, you could be climbing up the wrong tree, thinking the marshal's the thief. There might be other Texans roaming through these hills. You know how they like to bring their cattle up to graze on our land."
Travis shook his head. "None of them would bring their herds this high up the mountain. Besides, the man I'm looking for was spotted in River's Bend a couple of days ago, and didn't you say Corrigan had just come from there?"
"I did," John replied. "It sure looks like Corrigan met up with the man you're wanting, all right. If the Texan keeps to the northwestern trail, he'll have to come through this area, and you just might run into him too. If you don't mind my asking, what'd he steal from your mother?"
"A compass she was going to give to one of my brothers."
"A compass don't seem valuable," Jack said. "Is it?"
"It is to my brother," Travis told him.
"Maybe I'll steal it off the Texan and keep it for myself," Jack boasted. "Which brother was supposed to get the compass?"