Blood on the Mountain
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“And if you do come back up to Elk Springs, be sure to send word out here so I can come see him.”
“Will do, sir.”
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Jacob Payne, a bounty hunter in the Arizona Territory, heard the altercation in the crowded saloon before he saw it.
He crossed the threshold into the Golden Saddle Saloon in Tucson, and let his eyes adjust to the dim light. On the right side of the room, nearest where he walked in, the bar was packed with men elbowing each other for space. A half dozen of Holly Merritt’s girls squeezed in between, entertaining their guests and helping them drink all the beer that the bartender could serve. The bright colors on the women stood out against the dirty leather of the men and Jacob smiled to himself to think about how each one of those men planned to end their night.
It was a Saturday, and it seemed as though every person in Tucson was in the saloon trying to fit in as much sinning as possible before the Lord’s day the following morning. Past the bar, throughout the rest of the room, tables were crowded with men playing poker, drinking, grabbing at passing women, laughing and telling stories.
But on the far side of the room, back where the gamblers Lucky and Abe had virtually been living for the last couple of weeks as they took all the other men’s money, a shoving match had broken out.
“I’ll show you—” an angry voice called above the noise.
Jacob pushed through the crowd to get to the skirmish before it could spread. His broad shoulders and more than six feet of height made him a formidable force; men saw him coming and got out of the way. In a few purposeful strides, he had reached the brawling gamblers. He hesitated, and in that split second a short and stocky, but fit, red-headed man Jacob didn’t recognize landed a punch right to Lucky’s cheekbone.
“You son-of-a—” Abe yelled as he pushed the short man back.
Jacob stepped in between them, and put his hands up to ward off the gambler. In spite of the shorter man’s hit, two on one would never be a fair fight.
“Hold on here,” he said.
“What’s all this?” a deep, gravelly voice asked angrily.
Randall Hall, the owner of the saloon, glared at Jacob. “You causing trouble in my establishment, Payne?”
Randall stood up to his full height. Though several inches shorter than Jacob, Randall wielded his wide barrel chest, taking up as much room as he could as he asserted his authority. Holly Merritt waited just behind him, her warm brown curls piled on top of her head, and a gold shawl pulled tightly around her. She surveyed the damage to the saloon with an anxious look.
“No, sir,” Jacob answered patiently.
Before he could explain any further, the short man Jacob had intended to be protecting knocked into him from behind as he made to go after Lucky again.
“Hey!” Jacob said.
He stumbled to his left; the unknown man threw himself at the gambler, pummeling him in the ribs with punch after punch.
“That’s enough,” Randall said, grabbing for the shorter man.
Jacob regained his footing and again stepped between the brawlers. This time, with Randall’s help to hold the one back, they succeeded in ending the fight.
“What is this all about?” Randall asked, severely. “Mr. Timson, I would never have thought a man of your profession and class could be involved in a common barroom fistfight.”
“What did you boys do to him?” Jacob asked the gamblers.
“Nothing,” Lucky said indignantly, shaking off Jacob’s grip.
The bounty hunter was almost inclined to believe him, seeing as that denial was literally the only word he had heard the man say in the several weeks he had been in Tucson.
“You did, you cheating snake,” Timson sputtered. He writhed in Randall’s grasp, trying and failing to break free from the man almost twice his weight.
“Is that true?” Jacob asked.
Lucky glared at him but Abe held Jacob’s gaze. The gambler spit a long stream into a nearby spittoon before answering with a sly smile.
“We simply used our considerable skill at cards to relieve this man of some of his paper. Really, we’re doing him a favor. Less weight to move when he inevitably leaves town.” The gambler grinned mockingly at Timson, wide enough that Jacob noticed he had a gold tooth on one side.
Jacob shook his head and sighed. “Come on, Abe. We both know what you’re capable of. Did you cheat?” Jacob’s eyes darted over the man, looking for a sign he was hiding cards, but saw nothing out of place. He glanced to the table, where the cards were still strewn about after the last hand. He raked over the edge of the poker table, and even underneath, looking for a mirror or any other clue.
Lucky and Abe had been playing in Tucson for weeks, and though they had been accused of cheating many times, none of the other men had been able to prove it. Jacob was beginning to think they really were just extremely talented players.
As he looked over the men, he noticed the crowd that was gathered around, watching them. Most of the saloon’s patrons had lost interest once the fight had been broken up, but two men continued to watch. The taller one, thin as a rail but taller than Jacob, leaned against the back wall, biting the nails on his filthy left hand and pushing back his stringy dark hair as he took in the scene. The other, a blond, was as average-looking a man as Jacob had ever seen, but wore distinctive moss green cowboy boots. His face remained passive, and he hovered just behind Holly while he listened. Jacob had never seen these two strangers before and at least three dozen questions and suspicions popped into his mind.
He filed all these details away, just in case, but forced himself to stay focused on the situation at hand.
“I can’t have any more disturbances in here, boys,” Holly said with a teasing lilt. “Ruins the mood, you know.”
She caught Jacob watching her and winked. Though he had never personally been a customer of Holly’s, they had always had an easy repartee. He respected the way she ran her business, and she respected the way he did his own work.
Timson’s chest still heaved as he caught his breath again. His anger seemed to be abating.
“Just give me back my money, fellas, and we’ll forget all about this.”
“Not a chance,” Abe said.
Instead of responding with words, Lucky simply glared and left the mob gathered. He pushed through the crowd and Jacob lost sight of him.
Randall moved to follow, but Timson stopped him.
“Let him go. It’s this other one that actually has the cash. I saw him scoop it up when I first pushed his friend. Whatever it is they’re doing, they’re in this together. I just want my money.”
Timson reached into his coat pocket and pulled out his billfold. Jacob couldn’t help but notice it had a small red rose embroidered in the corner of the leather. He had never seen another billfold like it, either here in the territory, or back when he lived in Virginia.
“You’re not from around here, are you?” he asked.
Timson looked at him in surprise and shook his head. “No. Just passing through. I come from Boston, by way of about three dozen smaller cities between there and here.”
Before he could explain any further, the conversation was interrupted yet again by a familiar voice.
“Jacob Payne, why do I always find you in the middle of trouble?”
Jacob Payne Series:
Trouble By Any Name
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Danger in the Canyon
Justice for Jasper
Blood on the Mountain
Outlaw Country
Death By Grit
Desert Rage
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About the Author
I grew up in the southwest—California Missions, snakes and constant threat of drought weaving the backdrop of my childhood.
But it wasn’t until I moved to Texas a few years ago that the magic and mythology of the American West began to seep into my soul.
I’d love to write about Jacob Payne for a long time. …
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