After everyone went to bed. Drum walked the streets of the capital city. He couldn't sleep without knowing Sage was safe, so he tried to picture asking her to live here with him. Austin was exciting, but he couldn't see either of them being happy to ride their horses around a park. The stores were fun to look into, and there were more places to eat than he could name. He'd never thought about where they'd live or what he'd do to make a living: he'd just wanted to be with her.
When Drum turned Satan toward Elmo's Trading Post the next morning, he was on familiar ground. He'd made the trip many times and knew where all the best roads were and where to stop for the night. Daniel stayed up with him at every turn. He even stopped drinking, claiming it was a waste of time to try to swallow at the speed they rode.
The winds blew from the north, and mud slowed them more than rain. Both had good mounts, but Drum knew not to push them too hard. Satan was a McMurray horse, one of the finest in the state. If he rode Satan to ground getting to Sage, she'd never forgive him. The woman was almost born on a horse and probably loved them far more than she'd ever care about any man.
When they stopped to rest the horses, Daniel slept and Roak paced.
One afternoon. Daniel leaned up from his nap and said, "What's bothering you? You know Sage is safe. They couldn't have gotten to her yet. Even if the count sent another man after Luther, he couldn't be traveling faster than we are. Something else is festering like a burr under your saddle!'
Drum squatted down beside Daniel. "It's that boy of Luther Waddell's. I can't stop thinking about him there in the camp."
Daniel sat up. "I didn't see any kids while I was there. My guess is the women who have them keep them out of harm's way. As many years as the hideout has been there, you know a few kids are there somewhere. I saw clothes on the lines near the little houses along the pasture line. Maybe that's where the wives stay. There wouldn't be many. The kind of man who lives that life picks his mates by the hour."
Drum agreed, then added, "Do you think if I showed Luther the back way, he could go in and get them all out before the firing starts?"
"There's a chance he'd turn on you and warn Hanover we were coming. Or, just as likely, one of the wives would tell her man and blow the plan.”
Drum nodded. "Maybe, but I don't think so. He looked real sad when he talked about his family. Surely he'd know who to trust."
Daniel stood. "We could ask the captain when we get back. I'm kind of hoping the count dies of the fever before then, but in camps like that, there is always someone else to take the big snake's place."
"Time to ride.”
Daniel stepped into the saddle. "I was afraid you were going to say that.”
They crossed through open country and reached Elmo's Trading Post by mid-afternoon the next day.
Daniel pulled his horse. "Holy smokes, Roak, I thought we'd be riding into a little cluster of buildings around a trading post, not a town”
Roak stared. "I don't know what happened. The place looks like it's doubled." There was a regular main street with stores and a church next to the bank. A block away was a dance hall and a couple of saloons as well as homes lined up in rows.
They walked their horses down the dirt street, noticing construction happening all around them.
"Folks are moving to Texas faster than sugar ants move into a molasses pantry.” Daniel pointed at a café. "You think we could stop for some food? I've been eating your cooking for so long, my teeth are thinking about falling out in protest."
Drum shook his head. "Between you and Sage I'm starting to question my skills as a cook."
"What skills?" Daniel grumbled.
He made no move to turn in at the café. "Come on. I want to see Sage before we eat. Then I'll buy you the biggest steak we can find.”
Daniel took a deep draw on the air as they passed a bakery. "I figured that. How about we take her some hot rolls? Women like it if you bring them something.”
"Rolls?"
Daniel grinned. "Works better than flowers, I'm told. It would on me anyway.”
Roak pointed to an old building with a crooked porch wrapped around it. "I'll check with Elmo, the old trading post owner. He'll know if Sage is staying in town. I'll meet you back here in five minutes. You get the rolls.”
Roak walked across the street as Daniel hurried into the bakery.
The trading post looked about the same as it always had. The area where Elmo stored mail was gone, replaced with shelves of dry goods. Roak stood in the doorway and watched an old man, withered on one side, move toward him.
"Can I help you, mister?" Elmo Anderson said with gravel in his voice.
"I hope so. I'm looking for Sage McMurray.”
Elmo glanced up and smiled. "Drummond Roak." He let the name roll around in his mouth a little before he got it out. "It's good to see you again. I hear some mighty fine things about you, son”
Elmo had always been nice to Roak. He'd given him small hauling jobs when he was a kid.
"It's good to see you too, old man. How'd you let this town get so big?"
"You sound just like Teagen McMurray." Ehno shook his head. "I don't know how it happened. Let a few people in, and before you know it, things get out of hand." He laughed. "They want to name it after me. Can you imagine?"
"No offense, but Elmo don't sound like much of a name for a town”
He agreed. "And Anderson don't sound like nothing special, so I'm thinking they should name it Anderson's Glen." Drum frowned. "There's no glen."
"I know," Elmo snickered, "but my mother was Irish, and I think she'd like the sound of it”
"I agree. Now about Sage?" He asked before Elmo got started on something else.
"They're settling in at a house north of town. It's off by itself. I heard Teagen say he wanted Sage to be able to see the hills so she'd know she wasn't that far from home. It's a pretty whitewash with trim on it as dainty as lace. Teagen got the place built for her just like she told him, but I don't think they're open for business yet. You'd better hurry if you want to catch her. She rides home ever' night to the ranch." He laughed. "And you know Sage; if she'd riding, no one's going to catch her"
Roak said a hurried good-bye and rushed out the door just as a tribe of school-aged boys bombarded the place.
Daniel was waiting by the horses when Drum crossed the street. "I thought you were going to buy some rolls?" "I did, a dozen, but I ate them while I was waiting."
Drum frowned. "Why didn't you go in and buy some more?"
"I tried, but the lady in there told me to get out of her store before the yeast rose again and I exploded.” He rubbed his stomach. "She said if I was still alive tomorrow, she'd sell me another dozen."
They climbed on their horses and headed north. Daniel continued talking as if Roak were listening. That baker was a sweet little round kind of girl, but I don't think she thought much of me. She made me stop one foot in the door and tell her what I wanted."
Drum laughed. "You might want to think about taking a bath."
Daniel lifted his arm, took a deep breath, and crossed his eyes. "I will before I go in there tomorrow. She had cheeks as round as apples and skin as smooth as a peach."
"I think you're still hungry. Next thing you'll be telling me is her legs were green beans and her fingers as round as carrots."
"I was so hungry, my stomach's been gnawing on my backbone for two days. If we stay here awhile, I plan to eat five or six times a day to catch up”
Drum saw the white house with the trim a few hundred yards beyond where the rest of the settlement ended. The door was open, and Bonnie, wrapped in a white apron, was sweeping the long porch. Her worthless cat was sitting on the porch railing.
He urged Satan into a trot and was out front before Daniel stopped talking about food and thought to join him.
Bonnie squealed and ran down the steps. "Mr. Roak! Daniel Torry! It's good to see you”