Tender Trust

by Tanya Stowe

  Penny placed the towels beneath Jann’s head.

  He was bleeding profusely from his nose and he gagged.

  “Turn him to his side.” Alex took command.

  Penny ran for more towels and told Jewel to wake Inga. She hurried back and pressed the towels to the bridge of Jann’s nose, wincing at the dark purple bruises already forming on his chest beneath his ripped shirt.

  “Is he gonna be all right?” Brady stood near Jann’s head.

  “It don’t look good.” Bart shook his head.

  Brady made a small sound of anguish. “It ain’t right. It just ain’t right. That boy never hurt nobody. Never!”

  Inga shoved her way through the men and cried out when she saw her son’s battered face. Besides his broken nose, his lips were both split open and one eye nearly swollen shut. In seconds, Inga gathered her wits. “Get me ice. Someone get me ice. Jewel, I need boiling water and more towels!”

  Bart returned with a large icicle he’d pulled off the covered boardwalk. Inga had Penny hold it to Jann’s nose as she cleaned the other cuts.

  Doctor Hennessey arrived within minutes, and after examining Jann, determined his leg was not broken.

  Inga was able to staunch the flow of blood on most of the facial wounds, but the doctor had no way of gauging the internal damage.

  “All we can do now is make him more comfortable and wait and see.”

  Using the long, narrow kitchen table, several of the men helped carry Jann upstairs to his bed, leaving a litter of muddy and blood-soaked towels on the table and the floor.

  “I want to know who did this.” Venom coated Bart’s voice with poison ice.

  “I think we know who did it,” another man said.

  “Somebody oughta make them pay.”

  The escalating emotions frightened Penny. It reminded her of the mobs who drove her husband away years ago.

  Alex stepped into the center of the room. “Going after Holloway and his men will only get more of us hurt. What we need is proof, proof that Holloway is responsible. Then we can let the law take its course.” He looked at Brady. “You knew Jann was in trouble. How?”

  “I was sittin’ in The Crown Jewel at a table back in the corner and I heard ‘em talkin’. Red seen Jann workin’ at the stable and told Holloway they could make you pay through him.”

  Penny felt as if a knife pierced through her, and she stared at Alex.

  The pain on his face was all too obvious.

  “Andersen didn’t want to do it. I thought they gave up the idea until I seen all three of them was gone. Then I got scared. I hightailed it over here, hopin’ the boy was already home.”

  “Will you tell that to Deputy Harris, Brady?”

  The older man looked with blurry, red eyes at the stairs, and then back at the table. “Yeah.” His voice was low. “I’ll do it. That boy didn’t deserve this.”

  Alex rose. “Some of you men can come with me. I’m going to get the deputy.” He took his coat off the rack. “Tom, I need you to stay here with the women. Brady, you stay, too. I don’t want to come back and find you in the same condition as Jann.”

  Brady nodded and raised a shaky hand to wipe his face.

  Tom gripped his shoulder. “You know, you probably saved Jann’s life. If he’d stayed out there much longer, he might have frozen.”

  Tom’s words seemed to comfort the older man and he nodded.

  A silence settled over the room.

  In spite of all Penny’s hopes and faith, here she was again, waiting as Alex marched off to some unknown fate. She couldn’t bear the thought. Closing her eyes, she tried to pray, but the words were slow and faulty and elicited little comfort. She opened her eyes.

  The bloody mess was still there. Penny picked up the towels and carried them to the kitchen. She used a pan of hot water from the stove to scrub the table and the floor.

  Brady and Tom helped her shove the tables back into place.

  She had a pile of dirty towels that needed to be soaked and boiled, but she didn’t want to use the last of the well water. The doctor might need it for Jann. Clean, fresh snow lay in mound just outside by the outhouse. Grabbing her heavy cloak and a bucket to fill, she stepped outside.

  A break in the clouds revealed the moon. It shone silvery on the white drifts and everything around her sparkled. The beauty of the stars and bright snow comforted her as she crossed the alley to the small privy.

  The drifts were high and soft. She bent and began to scoop snow into the bucket. When a shadow floated across the glistening white surface, she glanced up.

  A blanket slipped over her head and muffled her scream.

  15

  Alex sent one of the men to Andrew’s house with a message to wire the sheriff in Bridgeport.

  Sheriff Harris was in his office. It took all of Alex’s persuasion and the angry resentment of the men to pressure Harris to action.

  Alex quietly pointed out that if Harris didn’t do something, he might have a vigilante mob on his hands. Harris finally relented, insisting he was only going to The Crown Jewel to question Holloway.

  “Make us all deputies.” Alex said with steel in his tone.

  “Gladly.” Harris soon had the twenty or so men sworn in.

  As they marched down the street towards The Crown Jewel, gentle flakes fell, silent and soft, beneath the muddy boots of the determined men. The wavering, orange light of their lanterns cast a sharp, discordant contrast over the sparkling, white scene around them.

  Alex listened to the determined stomp of their feet and the irony of the situation impacted him. Twice he had been on the receiving end of a mob’s actions. Now he was the leader of a group of men with a similar mission.

  The turn of events evoked a certain satisfaction.

  Holloway’s empire was crumbling around him, and Alex had been instrumental in bringing it down. Still, he was very conscious of the fine line between justice and violence. He was determined this group of men would remain well within the law.

  Tonight the saloon was oddly silent.

  Alex opened the door and stepped into the near-empty place with Deputy Harris directly behind him.

  Poker players sat at a table in the corner and several women lounged nearby.

  As Alex crossed to the bar, the men stopped playing and the women came to their feet.

  “I don’t want any trouble. I just serve the drinks. Nothing else.” The barkeeper threw up his hands and backed away.

  “But you know about the other things, don’t you?” The disgust and core of steel in his own voice surprised Alex.

  The man had the good sense to look shamefaced and kept his hands raised.

  “Where’s Holloway?

  “I don’t know. He left two, maybe three hours ago. Red and Andersen were with him. They haven’t been back since.”

  “Where did they go?”

  “I don’t know. He doesn’t tell me his business.”

  “But you know it anyway, don’t you?”

  The man considered his answer before he nodded. “I hear things sometimes.”

  “Did you hear them planning to beat up a boy tonight?”

  “Red was drinking pretty heavy. I heard him talk about it. But Andersen said they didn’t have time.”

  “Time? What did he mean?”

  “I don’t know for sure, but I don’t think they plan on coming back. Holloway emptied out the cash box. All of it. Even what he had in the safe.”

  “And you didn’t hear where they were headed?”

  The man shook his head.

  “I did.” The woman who spoke was one of Holloway’s saloon girls. “Andersen was fretting about wasting time. He said Esmerelda was too far away. They needed to get on the road before the storm broke.”

  Esmerelda.

  Alex released a frustrated breath.

  Holloway knew the sheriff in Bridgeport would be on the lookout, so he rode in the opposite direction, higher into the Sierras over a dangerous, snow-filled pass.r />
  Alex couldn’t endanger these men’s lives in pursuit of Holloway over a road that was treacherous enough in the daylight, let alone after dark in a storm.

  No wonder Andersen had fretted.

  Holloway and his buddies would be lucky if they made it to Esmerelda.

  The door burst open with a flurry of cold air and snow.

  Tom rushed in on the gust.

  “Penny’s gone!”

  “What?” Ice flowed through Alex’s veins.

  Tom had no coat or jacket and was out of breath. “She went out to fetch water. They snatched her up, not more than ten feet from the back door. I’m sorry, Alex. I didn’t even know she’d gone outside. I would have stopped her if I’d known.”

  Cold washed through Alex, slowed his thoughts, and froze his words.

  Penny was gone.

  Holloway had at least a thirty-minute head start, maybe more, on the road to Esmerelda.

  Alex spun and ran out the door. Someone called his name, but he didn’t stop. Slipping and sliding over the sleet-covered boardwalk, he ran to the stable. It took him precious minutes to saddle his horse.

  Bart was in another stall, a saddle in his hands.

  Others joined him.

  Alex didn’t wait. He leapt onto his mount and kicked it into a gallop.

  Outside, a blast of cold air hit him. Beneath his thighs, he felt the horse shiver.

  Slow down. Give him time to warm up. You can’t help Penny if the horse falls dead beneath you.

  It took all of his willpower to pull up on the reins and slow the horse’s pace. He climbed the hill and left Bodie behind.

  The wind whipped across the barren flats, swept clean of trees for Bodie’s ravenous lumber need. He wouldn’t get far without some sort of shelter from this deadly, icy wind.

  Tracks. Follow the tracks. As long as there are tracks, you’ll find her.

  But would it be too late?

  The image of Jann’s pummeled face flashed in his mind. Jann was bulky, solid muscle.

  Alex couldn’t even imagine what a punch like that would do to Penny’s delicate features. His mind locked up every time it went in that direction.

  A deeper panic swept through him when he thought of worse things they could do to his wife, and he was thankful for the icy storm. They wouldn’t stop in the middle of the storm. She was safe as long as it raged.

  Unless I lose the tracks. Please, God, don’t let me lose the tracks.

  His mind raced in frantic, desperate circles. And always, at the back of his conscience, was one idea. This was his fault.

  Penny had asked him not to stir the pot. She’d begged him to let things alone, to let them live in peace.

  He’d done his duty. He’d stood up against the townspeople of Harperville and nearly lost his life. He’d served in the war and nearly lost it again. He’d done enough.

  But in his pride and overconfidence, he had taken up one more crusade, one more stand for justice, and now it could cost Penny her life.

  Please God…

  It didn’t seem right to pray. God had answered his prayers and returned Penny to him. But because of his pride, his certainty he was meant to right the world’s wrongs, he had put her in danger again. Whatever made him think he could do God’s job?

  Please…not for me. For her. Penny shouldn’t suffer for my wrongs.

  It was one thing to put his own life on the line, but for his loved ones to be in jeopardy was unthinkable. His heart had nearly shattered when he saw Jann’s bruised and battered body, and now Penny…

  For the first time, he understood the depth of Penny’s suffering, the anguish she’d experienced while she’d waited and watched for his return. And yet, he had chastised her, told her to trust in God and to live.

  Trust. Is that what this is about, Lord? Trust and faith?

  Was God asking him to have the same faith he asked of Penny? No voice came out of the storm to answer his question. No peace filled him. Up ahead the wind whistled and snow blew in wicked flurries.

  Yet in spite of the storm, the tracks ahead of Alex were clear and distinct. He could see them far into the distance. He took that as a sign and urged his horse to move at a faster pace.

  ****

  Penny’s head pounded. What she’d thought was a blanket was actually a burlap bag. Its rough texture scraped against her cheeks. The bag had confined her arms, and someone held her while they tied a rope around her. Then she was thrown over the horse’s back.

  Penny was thankful Andersen climbed on behind her.

  Red sounded drunk and Holloway was viciously angry.

  As they rode down the streets, she had reason to be thankful it was Andersen above her and not one of those two.

  Andersen was not happy, either. He complained about the weather and the pass to Esmerelda. He blamed the other two for wasting time, waiting to capture Jewel. When Penny stepped outside The Copper Penny, Andersen had suggested they take Penny and swap her later for Jewel.

  Holloway had agreed, but now as the miles fell behind them and the storm grew fierce, Andersen groused about the lost time. He continued his complaints until Holloway threatened to shoot him if he didn’t shut up. After that, he was quiet as they fought the sleet and the wind.

  The blood rushed to Penny’s head. It pounded with each step the horse took. She felt dizzy and nauseated. Afraid she would throw up in the bag, she struggled to draw breath.

  The wind died down a bit and Red spoke into the silence. “Wish I could see Marsden’s face when he sees his pretty little wife is gone.”

  Penny tensed.

  “It would be even better if she wasn’t quite as pretty,” Holloway said, his low tone full of venom.

  “Yeah.” Red slurred the word. “It’d be a pity to waste all that prettiness. Maybe we should enjoy some of it first.”

  “You stupid fool!” Andersen spat. “Do you see this storm? If we don’t pick up the pace, we’ll be frozen in our saddles.”

  Another argument started between Red and Andersen.

  Penny lost the thread of it. She didn’t know if it was blood in her brain or the cold, but her mind looped in circles.

  She’d sensed it from the beginning, sensed the trouble coming, knew they were headed down the same path as before. All her prayers had done nothing to stop it. Only this time, it was her life in danger, not Alex’s.

  Somehow that seemed right. Alex should be the one to live. He was the leader. The strong and faithful one. He could take care of everyone…of Lexie.

  A little sob escaped her, but the sound of it was lost in the wind and the men’s bickering.

  Yes, it was right Alex should be the one to live. He was wiser, a better person…more loved by God.

  Was that true? Did God love her less?

  It must be. Otherwise why would He allow her to suffer like this, bent over a saddle, listening to these malicious men?

  “This is too much.” Andersen shouted. “She’s slowing us down. We can’t drag her all the way to Esmerelda.”

  The wind had picked up. It screamed like a living thing, so loud, Penny could barely hear Red’s response, but she heard Holloway very clearly.

  “Go off the trail and tie her to a tree. By the time Marsden finds her, she’ll be dead.” His words were as icy cold as the wind.

  Andersen hesitated. The horse didn’t move.

  “Did you hear me?” Holloway shouted louder. Someone rode their horse close—Penny assumed it was Holloway—and slapped the rump of Andersen’s horse. It skittered into action.

  “I don’t hold with killin’ a woman,” Andersen mumbled.

  “I’ll do it.” Red laughed. “I’ll be happy to after the trouble she’s caused us.”

  The horse traveled over uneven ground. At last it stopped.

  Rough hands grabbed Penny, dragged her over the saddle and pulled the burlap bag off her head.

  She blinked at Red as the world spun back and forth. The bag had torn her hair loose and now, the wind whi
pped copper-colored strands across her face. She could barely focus as Red took a coiled rope off his saddle and, using a large Bowie knife, cut off a long length.

  He tucked the knife in the band of his heavy coat and tied the end of the rope around her wrists so tight, she couldn’t even twist them. The rough hemp cut into her skin.

  Then he dragged her to a nearby pine tree. The tree was about two feet across. The branches didn’t start until five feet above the ground. Red ducked under the branches and wrapped the end of the rope securely around the tree. He tied it so tight, Penny was forced to lean into the rough bark.

  “Now take her cloak. The sooner she freezes the better.” Holloway shouted louder over the wind.

  Andersen stood across from Penny. She could barely see his eyes beneath the brim of his hat, but it was clear that Holloway’s order troubled him.

  Wind swept her hair across her face and blocked her view. But as Red grabbed for her cloak, Andersen cursed and shoved his arm away. “She’ll freeze soon enough. Let’s get going.”

  “The boss said take her cloak.”

  “I said don’t do it,” Andersen shot back.

  Red tried to grasp Penny’s cloak again, but this time, Andersen punched his arm.

  Red swore and lunged for him.

  They wrestled back and forth.

  The large Bowie knife Red had used to cut the rope slipped out from the band around his waist.

  Penny stared at it, waiting for one of the men to notice it on the ground.

  They didn’t.

  If she could reach it, she might be able to cut the rope and walk back down the trail. And still she just stared at it. Pick it up! Pick up the knife!

  Her mind screamed, but she couldn’t seem to make her body move. At last, she managed to kick the snow, covering the knife.

  Andersen broke Red’s hold on his arms and fell back. He stepped right on the knife.

  Penny held her breath.

  Andersen seemed not to feel the object beneath his foot.

  Red lunged towards Andersen again, but Holloway rode his horse over, pulled his gun from his holster and shot Andersen point-blank. The shot echoed over the noise of the wind.

  Penny stared at Andersen’s body as it crumpled to the ground. Red blood seeped onto the white snow.