The Pavilion was just a sawboard hall, rough-hewn and still smelling of sawdust, but the stage was wide with kerosene lamps all along the edge and a real curtain. She had high hopes that there would be a grand hotel next year with painted walls and a fine chandelier. Goods would be arriving soon by ferry.
Lily planned to stay as long as the gold, longer perhaps, for she loved it here. The men and women she met all shared her thirst for adventure and impressed her daily with their toughness. And if that were not enough to recommend this territory, the scenery was like none she’d ever imagined, and it was populated by such wondrous creatures. She’d seen a moose with two calves on the bank at Forty Mile.
Wouldn’t it be wonderful to make a life in the north and grow with the territory? There was hope here and people willing to work hard to succeed—all kinds of people from all over the country and the world. It baffled and thrilled her.
Her first Saturday night was standing-room only. When the Mounties threatened to shut them down, Trost limited the number of entrants, which allowed the barmaids to get through the mob to bring them beer.
It was on the second Saturday that the first greenhorn threw a small sack of gold dust at her feet. For that she blew him a kiss. It was not the first bag or the first kiss.
Her only regret was that Jack did not come. Three weeks already and she had not seen him or her dog. She wanted him to hear her sing and see how the men cheered and stomped their feet. Somehow it mattered to her that he witnessed her success.
Lily had to admit that she had entertained worries that Jack would become like the men her mother had brought home as soon as they reached Dawson, using her for the warm bed, free food and pocket money she could provide. But it seemed the opposite was true. He didn’t need her for anything and that troubled her more than she had thought possible, for she still needed him.
The little tailor had arrived, hat in hand, but he reported having had to hock his scissors in order to eat. Lily went with him to retrieve them and then buy fabric. She allowed him to use her room when she was on the stage. Within the week, Luritz had made her two new dresses. One was pale pink with a tight bodice of satin and a frothy full skirt. The color complemented her pale skin and made her cheeks look rosy. The second was a heavy black velvet gown that matched her hair. During the final fitting, her tailor’s stomach gave a loud growl.
She eyed him suspiciously. “When did you last eat, Mr. Luritz?”
He hung his head. “I can’t find a mine owner to take me. Too little and too old, they say. But I wasn’t too little to climb those mountains.”
Jack had been right—all profitable claims were staked, leaving the newcomers without hope of mining their own land. Mine owners had their pick of the thousands that poured in from the lakes. Here, as back there, men had no work.
She’d never been in a situation where she had plenty while others went without, and she found she didn’t like it. She might not be able to feed them all, but she could feed this man. Lily went to her dresser, brought back the remains of her unfinished breakfast that held thinly sliced toast and strawberry jam and offered it to her tailor.
“Here, Mr. Luritz.”
His face colored, but he took it and ate it with a frightening speed. She remembered what it was to be that hungry. It devoured a person’s pride.
“Mr. Luritz, I have need of another outfit.” Two was actually more than she’d ever had or needed, but she had the gold and he needed it. “Not for the stage. A skirt with matching jacket. Are you up to the task?”
“Yes, yes.”
“You’re hired. Come back tomorrow morning at nine. We’ll have breakfast together and then go get the fabric.”
He tipped his hat, showing the second strange circular hat beneath. “You’re a good lady, Miss Lily.”
Then he left her. She watched him out the window as he crossed the street, wearing no gloves. Had he lost them on the journey or sold them?
That afternoon she went to buy men’s gloves. While she was out she spoke to every woman she could find about what a job Luritz had done on her gowns. Dolly Isles and Felicity Volmer, who both boarded at the same hotel, asked her to have him come round to see them, for the women in Dawson found no shortage of opportunities to earn a living.
Just before showtime, she tracked down Donald Trost, finding him in his office and asked him for the use of the smaller storeroom behind the stage.
He didn’t even glance up from his ledger. “For what?”
“A tailor shop.”
“I’m using it.”
“The tailor will pay you eight percent of his profits for rent. You’ll make money, Donny.”
“I like when you call me Donny.” He was on his feet now, smiling at her. It seemed an expression he had not much experience with. “All right, then.”
Lately she’d found him staring at her more and more, and not in the way a man looks at his cash cow. It made her wary.
He dropped the pencil and slapped the account book closed, then stood and tugged on his vest. He stepped out from around his desk, leaning back against the edge and held out a hand. She didn’t want to take it. He was too damned big and experience had told her to stay clear of a man’s reach. But he’d never threatened her, so she pushed back her uncertainty and accepted his hand.
“You know I’m fond of you, Lily. Very fond.” He lifted her hand to his lips. His mouth was dry and his cheek as coarse as sandpaper.
She resisted the urge to tug free. Out in the hall, the fiddler began tuning with a familiar plucking. Trost couldn’t keep her long. It would be bad for business.
“I’ve been thinking about you. We’d make a good team, you and I. I’d like to start seeing you, Lily. What say you to that?”
She knew this game. You didn’t need to pay a wife a salary, for she had to work for free and she could not quit. Lily was certain Trost would like that situation, while she would not. Now, how to stall him indefinitely and still keep her job?
She retrieved her hand. “I think that if I’m not on that stage for the opening number my boss will fire me.”
He laughed at that and she made it to the door.
“Running won’t help, Lily. I’m a determined man.”
That last comment sounded more threat than promise.
The fiddler began and she stepped to the center stage, waiting for the workmen to draw back the curtain. Her performance went on without a hitch. The curtain was drawn and she stooped to collect the two small bags of gold dust thrown by admirers, tucking them in her bodice.
A frantic barking caused her to turn toward the stairs. Her dog pushed through the curtain, nose down as she followed Lily’s scent.
“Nala!”
Her dog lifted her head and spotted Lily, then began a wild yipping and twisting.
Lily stooped to rub the dog’s belly and stroke her head. Nala righted herself and rested her head on Lily’s shoulder.
“Oh, Nala, I’ve missed you,” she whispered as she hugged her dog.
“Still feed her once a day, all she can eat.”
She glanced up at the familiar voice to see Jack, now clean-shaven and looking tall and handsome with a new confidence that seemed to surround him like a halo. Her heart rate surged and before she knew it she was lunging toward him. He scooped her up in his arms and turned her in a wide, sweeping circle.
“Oh, Jack, you terrible man. Where have you been?”
He laughed and set her down.
“Working—though I’ll say you seem to be better at extracting gold than I am.” He laughed and the sound warmed her inside and out.
“Did you hear me sing?” She could not keep the excitement from her voice.
“You’re like an angel. They’re all in love with you.”
All but him, she thought, and was unsettled at the pang of regret.
She took a good long look at him, filling herself with the pleasure of being beside him again, then taking in the changes. He looked thin and tired.
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“You going to make me some of your biscuits and bacon?”
“I can do better than that.” She drew out one of the bags of dust and dangled it before him like a watch on a chain. “I’ll buy us both a steak.”
He grinned. “Sharing supper, just like old times.”
“It was less than a month ago, Jack.”
He nodded. “Seems longer.”
She felt a tugging at her heart. It was that way for her, too. Had he missed her? She prayed so, for it would be such agony to be alone in her torment.
She linked arms with him and led him out, stopping for the wolf skin cloak she’d purchased. At the restaurant she paid for three dinners, so Nala could have salmon and rice. Nala finished first, of course.
Over dinner Lily learned Jack had a claim that had panned out for the last miner, but that he was digging in, following what he thought was a promising old stream bed. The deal included a rough cabin, but he’d had little time to make improvements.
“My machine’s up and running and it works, Lily. I only need to engage investors and then I can produce and sell the machines to the mine owners.”
“It works?”
“Better than I had hoped. I’d love to show it to you, Lily. I want you to see what I’ve done.”
The excitement in his voice warmed her heart nearly as much as the knowledge that her opinion still mattered to him.
She reached across the table to lay her hand upon his. “I’m so proud of you.”
A moment later he had hers captured between both of his hands. “You haven’t even seen it yet.”
“I know you, Jack. If anyone can build a gold-digging machine, it’s you.”
His thumb stroked over the skin on the back of her hand. Her reaction to the tiny caress struck her with a force that caused her to inhale sharply. She felt her stomach tighten and her skin flush. Lily drew her hand away before she did something or said something that would embarrass them both. His absence had been hard on her, so hard that she’d nearly forgotten his plans to make his fortune and leave her behind.
“I have a canoe,” he said. “We can make it in less than an hour.”
Say no, Lily. Tell him you have plans. Tell him that you’ve moved on. But what she heard herself say was, “I’m off tomorrow.”
He grinned. “I’ll pick you up for breakfast. Dress in your old clothes.”
“I still have them.”
He walked her to her door and waited. She wondered what he’d do if she kissed him goodbye? The possibility started her heart on a mad thumping that made her positively dizzy. Try as she might, she could not keep from casting glances at his mouth as she recalled their night together.
There were men everywhere here and yet she could think of only one, one that didn’t want her. And that made her a damn fool.
He paused before a door that led up the back stairs to her room.
“I can’t wait for you to see my system. I don’t think I’ll sleep tonight. Of all the stampeders in Dawson, you’re the one whose opinion I value. If you think I’ve got something, I know I do.”
Was her opinion all he wanted from her? She had so much more she could give him. But no matter what she did or how successful she was here, she couldn’t turn herself into the kind of woman he sought.
“I swear if you’d been at my father’s side you’d never have let him invest in those railroad stocks.”
She wanted to be by Jack’s side. She lowered her head, plucking aimlessly at the rabbit fur of her muff.
He clasped her chin between his thumb and index finger, lifting her gaze to meet his. “Thank you for the meal.”
She held her breath, hoping he would kiss her again. She knew she was a fool, but she didn’t care. She wanted to feel his lips again, inhale the fragrance of wood shavings and smoke and tangle her fingers in his thick hair.
She leaned in, kissing his cheek as he did the same. She closed her eyes against the bitter disappointment. Didn’t he want to kiss her?
“Lily?” The voice came from behind her.
She broke away from Jack and turned to see Don Trost scowling at the two of them.
Her boss stood in the evening sunshine, his posture erect, his fists clenched. Jack, by contrast, leaned casually against the door frame, scratching Nala behind the ears.
“Jack Snow, this is Don Trost, owner of the Pavilion.”
Jack wisely decided to nod rather than shake. Don continued to scowl. Lily’s caution turned to annoyance.
“Was there something you wanted?” she asked Don.
“I couldn’t find you after the show. Alexander said you stepped out with a greenhorn.”
Lily tapped her foot. “And?”
Don glared at Jack then turned his attention back to Lily. “You never accept invitations from the men. I was worried.”
Some of her ire melted, until she began to question his motives.
“Jack’s my old partner. We were just…catching up.”
Don had seen them kiss, but he had no claim on her. She hadn’t even agreed to see him. Still he had a murderous glint in his eye. Lily had witnessed enough street fights to recognize when one was brewing.
She waited for him to decide if he would fight Jack. The two were evenly matched in size, and she knew that despite the ban on firearms, Don carried a small pistol in his pocket. She’d seen him in action and knew he didn’t fight fair. Jack likely would follow some Princeton code of sportsmanship and get himself shot.
“Well if you’re done reminiscing, I’ll take you in.”
Ah, now that was a problem. If she accepted, Don would think he had some claim on her and if she didn’t she’d leave them to themselves, which was a bad idea. Two tomcats should never be left alone in an alley.
Jack conceded his claim with an ease that nearly broke her heart. “See you tomorrow, Lily.”
Didn’t he care what she did or who she did it with? That realization struck her like a punch to her middle. She watched him go with a mixture of despair and longing.
Jack held a pleasant smile and replaced his hat before calling to Nala, who left her side to trot off with Jack. That second betrayal brought enough water to her eyes to blur her vision.
Don did not wait for Jack to disappear before confronting her. “Just what kind of a partnership was this exactly?”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Lily, I’m not blind. I saw the way you looked at him.”
Had Jack seen?
Don clasped Lily’s upper arm and tugged her forward, causing her to stumble against him.
Lily saw Jack retrace his steps toward her. His smile was gone and his gaze was fixed on the place where Don clenched her forearm.
Nala was quicker. The dog shot forward, teeth bared, and leapt on Don, taking him to the ground.
Lily swiftly grabbed her dog’s collar and pulled her off. Don aimed his pistol at Nala. She stepped between them and glared.
“You’d best go, Don.”
Trost stood, mud now clinging to his back and fine trousers. His face was pink as the inside of a prize-winning watermelon and his expression had turned murderous. He kept his eyes on Jack as he lowered the pistol.
Lily placed a hand on his wrist. “Take yourself off or tomorrow you will find yourself a new singer.”
That seemed to break his concentration.
His eyes flicked to her for an instant and then back to Jack.
She squeezed his wrist. “I mean it.”
He shook her off and her hand came away muddy.
“We’ve a contract.”
“That says I leave when I want.”
He spun and stormed down the boardwalk, his heels pounding an angry rhythm on the planking.
Lily’s shoulders sagged and she turned back to Jack to find him glaring at her.
“Does he have some claim on you?”
“No.”
Jack nodded, but his expression stormed like a rain cloud.
> “If he bothers you, you let me know.”
Lily smiled. He cared enough to defend her and that counted for something.
Lily smiled. “He’s just protecting his investment.”
“And what is he to you?”
“My boss, of course.”
“Is that all?”
“For now.” Oh, he didn’t like that answer, not judging from the lowering of his brows and the thinning of his lips. Lily felt happier than she had in days. “I’ll see you at breakfast, Jack.”
Chapter Fourteen
Lily met Luritz in the parlor of the boardinghouse to deliver instructions to eat at the hotel without her, then buy the yardage for her garments and meet her tomorrow morning at the Pavilion. She was excited to show him the little storeroom in which he could set up shop and knew there was much potential business here repairing clothing and producing new garments. With luck, he’d be headed home to his beautiful daughters before the snow began to fly.
Jack arrived shortly thereafter and they set out, reaching his claim at mid-morning. The day had a crispness to it that she liked. It felt good to be out of town again and back on the river. Her high spirits fell when they reached his property.
Lily did not like the rough, windowless cabin Jack inhabited. If this was how the men lived when they were not in the bars, it was no wonder they were willing to throw bags of gold at her.
Next he took her to his digging site and together they entered the tunnel he had somehow carved from the permanently frozen ground. She knew from listening to the miners that only the top few inches ever thawed this far north. So the ground had to be melted by setting fires, waiting for them to burn down and then scraping off a few inches of thawed gravel before beginning the process again. Permafrost, they called it.
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