Post by California gal on Feb 16, 2009 15:35:22 GMT -8
Originally posted November 2007
Lily Fortune smiled her thanks at the waiter who had just refilled her champagne glass, then picked up the goblet to take a sip, turning her smile toward the man who still clasped her hand on the tabletop. She liked how his thumb was gently caressing the back of her fingers. She liked the warmth in his brown eyes as he gazed her way. However, perhaps that gaze was growing a little too warm.
“You said Jim went hunting?” she asked.
Artemus Gordon was slightly startled by the sudden query. “Yes. I was planning to accompany him, but fortuitously, the article about the appearance in Denver of the famous actress Lily Fortune was called to my attention. I quickly changed my plans.”
“So Jim went alone?”
“No, no. He’s with an old… acquaintance. A former university classmate who was also in his regiment. Pierce Madden.”
Lily studied his face. “Whom you dislike.”
Artie sighed. He had hoped his distaste had been camouflaged. “Guilty.”
Lily considered this a moment. “It surprises me that Jim would go on a hunting trip. I mean, I don’t know him well, but it just seems to me that the two of you get enough ‘hunting’ in your daily life!”
“Yeah. My feelings exactly. And… normally… the way Jim sees it. But…” Artemus shook his head. “He has a hard time saying no to Pierce.”
“Why is that?”
“As I said, they were friends at the university. Seven classmates enlisted at the same time in the Eleventh Indiana Cavalry. This was before I met Jim, of course. Another acquaintance I encountered after the war told me that Pierce Madden had not been a part of the group as such, more of a hanger-on. I guess he was seen as harmless and allowed to join them. In any case, at Chattanooga, Madden saved Jim’s life by knocking him down and taking the brunt of a shell burst. Jim was relatively unharmed, but Madden’s right arm was shattered, and though he did not lose it, it’s stiff and virtually useless.”
“What a brave deed! No wonder Jim is grateful.”
“Yes. Even more so because Pierce is… was an artist. Apparently a very good one. Their archeology professor had plans to take Pierce on an expedition with him. As you may know, it’s not always possible or feasible to photograph relics or wall displays, so an artist will sketch what is seen for future reference. Such work, with a man as noted and respected as Robey was, would have secured Pierce’s future. That naturally was ended with the disablement of his arm.”
“Even more admirable,” Lily murmured. Artemus’s hand on hers was still now, and she saw the anger in his frown. Was it possible Artemus was somehow jealous of Jim West’s friendship with this man Madden? “But you don’t like him.”
Artemus’s sigh was louder this time. “It’s the way Madden has used Jim’s gratitude, Lil. He never lets Jim forget it. They were on a first-name basis prior to the war, of course, and even during it except in the most official situations, despite Jim became an officer and Madden was a corporal, I’m told. Yet Madden persists in addressing Jim as ‘Captain.’ I’ve heard Jim tell him not to, but Madden continues.”
“To remind Jim of their service together, and what he sacrificed.”
Artemus was pleased that she grasped the situation so readily. “Yes. That’s how I see it. I mentioned that to Jim once but, of course, he denied it, even became a little irritated, so I dropped it. We run across Madden from time to time. I’m almost certain he arranges the ‘surprise meetings,’ even though they often seem purely coincidental. I’m also certain that Jim has given him money.”
“How sad!”
“Isn’t it? Not a blamed thing I can do about it either. Sometimes I think that, deep down, Jim comprehends what Pierce Madden is doing, yet also realizes that if it had not been for Madden’s selfless act, he might not be alive today. Or at best, he could be crippled, like Madden.”
“But he accepted this invitation to go hunting?” Lily thought that strange. If Jim West realized, and resented, the man’s actions, why would he want to spend extended time with him?
“Seems a man Madden wants to impress invited him to his hunting lodge in the Bitterroots of Montana… providing Madden could bring his friend Jim West along.”
“For heaven’s sake! Why?”
Artie shook his head. “I don't know. I never heard of this guy, name of Loren Norwood. He… you have?” Lily’s beautiful eyes widened with the mention of the name.
“Loren Norwood! Artemus, I cannot believe you don’t know the name. The Baron of Texas?”
Artemus Gordon’s mouth dropped open. “That’s his real name? My God! Of course I’ve heard of the Baron of Texas! Owns thousands upon thousands of acres… I guess I never heard his true name, or didn’t remember it. No wonder Madden wants to impress him.”
Lily leaned forward slightly, and now her fingers tightened on his. “Artemus, I met Norwood in Dallas last year. He is a very… I’m not sure what the word is. He’s frightening. He came backstage and offered me a fortune to become his mistress.”
“Good Lord!”
“That was my reaction exactly! He walked in, introduced himself, and his next words were, ‘I’ll give you half a million dollars to come back to Texas with me.’ I was so stunned, I could only stare at him in silence, which he considered an assent, so he began telling me to be at his private train the next morning, that I shouldn’t worry about packing clothes because he would buy me all I would need, better than anything I owned.”
Artemus gazed at the lovely woman across from him. “I’m presuming you refused.”
Lily laughed. “Yes, dear. I refused, and threw him out. Of course he came back again, his ego not allowing him to believe that I could have said no. He also sent a room full of flowers and a diamond bracelet to impress me. I sent the bracelet back and shared the flowers with the rest of the cast.” She sobered. “The point is, Artemus, that if he wanted to meet Jim, he most certainly has another motive. Perhaps to attempt to hire him away from the service.”
Artemus Gordon shook his head. “No way. There’s nothing a man like that could offer to induce Jim West to leave the service. When Jim leaves, it’ll be on his own terms, just as I will. I’m sure when I meet Jim in four days, he’ll be shaking his head and laughing about it.”
“Four days?”
“Yes. I’m to meet him in Missoula with the train. Jim already told Madden that the trip would have to be short, as we are due back in Washington.”
“Is that true?” Lily was certain Artemus had told her previously that when Jim returned, they would be waiting for their next assignment.
“No. But it’s a clue to me about how Jim feels about Pierce Madden. He’s paying his debt, but does not see the need to pay interest!”
“Pierce, are you sure we’re on the right trail?” Jim West hoped the annoyance he was experiencing was not too strongly evident in his tone. Yet he was damned annoyed. A “one-day ride” was now into the evening of the second day and seemed to be heading toward three days.
Ahead of him in the early twilight of mid October, Pierce Madden called back over his shoulder. “I’ve got it, Captain. Don’t worry.”
Jim clamped his jaw tight, lest he say anything he would later regret. He had to accept some of the blame. Even back in school, Pierce Madden had not been known as the most reliable of students. His charm and his talent as an artist often got him by. Professor Robey had confided to James West that he wondered if taking Madden on an expedition was a good idea, at the same time stating that he never knew a better artist when it came to creating quick, thorough, and extremely accurate sketches. Madden’s reputation as a soldier had not been sterling either. He had been there, however, when Jim West needed him in the worst way, and paid for it with his future.
When Pierce approached him in Boise to invite the two agents on the trip, he had stated that the hunting lodge of Loren Norwood was “about a day’s ride” out of Hamilton which was located in the heart of the Bitterroot Valley of western Montana. Artie originally accepted, but then backed out upon learning that the woman who owned his heart was going to be in Denver.
Jim and Pierce Madden headed into the valley, stocked up on supplies at Hamilton, then set out. At the end of the first day of riding, Madden had apologized, stating he must have misunderstood the instructions. He declined to allow Jim to look at the rough map someone had drawn for him, claiming it was his responsibility. He was the one who messed up, he would get them to the lodge the next day, he was certain.
I should have listened to Artie. He had reservations about this business from the start. Lucky for him, I found that article about Lily in the newspaper. Probably lucky for me, too! He’d be chewing my head off about now, seeing how he “loves” riding so much. These mountainous trails would have been killing him.
“Pierce, unless the lodge is within an hour’s ride, I think we’d better look for a campsite.”
“No worries, Captain. Far as I can tell, it’s right ahead.”
Again Jim held his tongue. While Pierce had not exactly claimed previously that they were that close to the lodge, his rosy optimism had not played out before either. I’m the fool. I can’t blame Pierce for that. Not entirely. But Artie is going to be in Missoula tomorrow waiting for me, so this visit is going to be damn short!
One thing Jim had learned on the trek was the true identity of his potential host. The name Loren Norwood had seemed vaguely familiar, but he had not realized that Norwood was the man who now owned a large chunk of Texas, as well as having investments in property and firms all over the country and elsewhere. A very wealthy and influential man. He could not imagine what use such a man would have for Pierce Madden.
That’s not fair. Jim West was aware that Pierce was an intelligent man. He had been forced to support himself since his injury primarily by working as a bartender, desk clerk, or other similar jobs, having trained himself to use his left hand for simple chores like writing and counting money. But he could have been much more. His withered right arm was simply there as a reminder of what his life might have been.
Jim had never asked Pierce why he had not acceded to the doctor’s recommendation that the arm be amputated. Never having been in such a situation himself, Jim was not entirely sure of his own response had he faced that decision, but he wondered about having that crippled limb constantly visible. Which would be worse? That, or no arm at all?
Another consideration, Jim mused, shifting his thoughts, was the weather. Though only October, snow could fall in these mountains at any time, and heavy snow at that. The air had a heavy chill in it, and the dark clouds that gathered today not only cooled the temperature further by blocking the sun, but had an ominous appearance. Jim West had not been surprised when, upon mentioning this worry to his companion, he had received back a scoffing laugh and more assurances that the weather was nothing to fret about.
“There it is!” Pierce Madden exclaimed suddenly, drawing his horse to a halt. Jim moved up alongside him, leading the packhorse. A small cabin was visible ahead. Very small.
“That’s the hunting lodge?” Jim could not stop the amazed comment from bursting out.
“That’s where the map leads us,” Madden replied blithely. “Let’s go.”
Bemused, Jim allowed the black horse to continue, following Madden. This was strange, to say the least. “Hunting lodge” to him conjured up pictures of a large structure, even two stories high. Especially when one connected the name of Loren Norwood to it. The building ahead looked more like a fur trapper’s cabin.
Smoke was curling out of the stone chimney, an indication that someone was in residence, though no animals were in view. Could be that any horse, or mule, was behind the cabin. Jim hoped that whoever was inside would set them straight about where Norwood’s lodge was located. Perhaps even offer them a very welcome cup of coffee, and if the distance to the lodge was too great, a meal and overnight lodging.
Pierce dismounted first, and to Jim’s astonishment, walked up to the cabin’s door to open it without knocking. Jim West dismounted quickly, half expecting to hear shouts of anger, even gunfire, from within. Whoever lived there would not appreciate such boldness, not to mention rudeness.
Nothing happened, however, so Jim carefully made his way to the still open door. The first thing he noticed was a good, warm fire going in the small fireplace. He then saw four men, besides Pierce Madden, inside. Two were at a table, apparently playing some card game. A third stood at the fireplace, facing it, not turning around. The fourth got up from another chair and advanced, holding out his hand.
“Mr. West! What an honor and a pleasure. Welcome! I’m Loren Norwood.”
Jim accepted the enthusiastic handshake, perplexed. Loren Norwood pretty much looked as he had expected, a stocky, big-chested man with a round face, trim dark mustache, and not much hair on top of his head. The wool shirt he wore was not a cheap one, nor were his boots. A green stone on the ring on one finger glittered in the firelight. However, the cabin appeared to consist only of this one room. Jim saw a single cot at one side, the table where the men still sat, and two chairs. Most assuredly not the accommodations one would expect a man of Norwood’s status to occupy.
“How do you do, Mr. Norwood,” Jim responded quietly, and tried not to stare toward the man at the fireplace, the man who still had his back to the room. Why does that man look familiar, even though I cannot see his face?
Pierce was pulling off his heavy coat. “I told you I could bring him, Mr. Norwood.”
“And you did, Madden. You did, indeed. Where’s Gordon?”
“Mr. Gordon had other… business… to attend to,” Jim replied. He had wondered why Norwood evinced some obvious irritation upon noticing no one else followed them inside. “As a matter of fact, Mr. Norwood, as much as I appreciate your hospitality, I’m afraid I cannot take advantage of it. I’m due back in Washington, therefore must meet my partner in Missoula day after tomorrow. That means I have to leave first thing in the morning.”
Norwood’s eyes narrowed momentarily, but then he laughed, a sound from deep in the large chest. “Well, perhaps. But for tonight, we can enjoy your company, right? Toby, go take care of the horses. These are two of my employees, Mr. West, Toby Milton and Kansas Story. And I think you know my other guest. Matthew?”
The suspicion had been growing, and James West had believed himself prepared for when the man at the fire turned around and walked toward them. But seeing that face hit him like a sledgehammer. All he could do was stare for a long moment.
“Hello, Jim. Been a long time.”
Jim ignored the extended hand, fighting back the fury, also unexpected, he was experiencing. “What the hell are you doing here, Matthew?” How strange that I recognized him immediately after twenty years. Yet, Jim West was cognizant that viewing this man was like looking in a magic mirror, one that reflected his own face ten years hence. Only the eyes were different, more brown than green.
Norwood laughed out loud. “Your brother works for me now, Mr. West. I hope to make it a family affair.”
Jim pulled his gaze away from his older brother, shot one look at the grinning Pierce Madden, then focused on Norwood. “What are you talking about?”
“Business,” Norwood smiled. “But it’s too early for that. Take off your coat, Mr. West, and relax. I’m sure you and Matt have a lot to talk about. I’m told it’s been over twenty years. Long time.”
Not long enough! “Mr. Norwood,” Jim West said icily, “I won’t impose on your hospitality any longer. Time for me to head back to civilization.”
He started to turn for the door, but two things stopped him. One was that the man known as Kansas, who had risen when his card-playing partner went outside, now stood in front of the door, arms folded. He was a big man, probably well over six feet, packing a couple hundred pounds or more, most of which appeared to be solid muscle. Jim West knew he could take Kansas in a fair and open fight, but suspected that would not be the case here.
The other thing was that Matthew reached out and put a hand on his shoulder. “Jim, please.”
I should just hit him. I should bloody his nose, blacken his eyes and pummel him, try to return some of the pain he caused me. At the same instant these thoughts flashed through his mind, Jim realized that such physical punishment would not do it, would not be any solace to himself. The anguish was in his mind and heart.
“I’ll leave first thing in the morning,” he grated, hating himself and despising the man whose gaze was keeping him riveted to the floor.
“That’s fine,” Norwood crooned. “That’s just fine. Gives me some time to try to change your mind. What more could I ask? Sit down, Mr. West. Pierce, bring Mr. West some coffee. We’ve got some stew in that kettle on the stove, Mr. West. Pretty tasty, if I do say so myself.”
“Sounds good to me,” Pierce enthused, “after what we’ve been eating on the trail!”
Jim shrugged out of his sheepskin-lined jacket and hung it on a hook on the wall. He did not miss the glances of Norwood and Kansas toward the gun he was wearing at his hip. Nor did he remove that belt. He did not feel the least bit relaxed just now, and the presence of his brother was not the whole reason. Something was off-kilter here.
He sat down at the table recently vacated by Kansas and Toby, experiencing scant comfort with the solid wall behind him. Pierce brought a steaming mug of coffee and put it on the table, while Matthew sat down on one of the other chairs, leaning his elbows on his knees, his saddened gaze almost never straying from his younger brother. Jim found it more angering than annoying. What the devil did Matt want from him? Had he really expected to be greeted with open arms, after what he did?
Artemus Gordon could hardly keep from smiling. Good thing Jim is not here, he reflected more than once. He would be giving it to me, with interest! But the reasons for his happiness were many. For one, he had just spent two days with the most wonderful woman in the world. Better yet, he was pretty certain he had made inroads on her stubborn refusal to accept his proposal.
After they had talked deep into the night, Artemus Gordon realized that he was coming to new terms with his own ideas about the role of females in the world. Lily was as successful in her field as he was in his. Though she had laughed, stating she was not quite in a position to purchase a private car as she had once sworn she would, she was near the top in the theatrical world, with plum roles being thrown her way in abundance. She could pick and choose, and was doing so. Why should she give it up now to become a dutiful wife, no matter what her feelings were for the man involved? Perhaps she was right.
Artemus had hated leaving Denver, leaving Lily Fortune behind, but also had been buoyed by new orders received via the telegraph. He and Jim West were to travel to San Francisco to look into some counterfeiting. Lily’s next performance date on her current tour was in San Francisco. Could life get any better? More time spent with Lily meant an opportunity to work out their differing perspectives, to find a middle ground.
The special train would reach Missoula this evening, Jim would meet him tomorrow, and they would travel toward the Pacific Ocean… and Lily. Artemus knew he needed to prepare himself for the ribbing Jim would surely deliver. His partner’s support had helped ease the disappointment experienced last year in New Orleans when Lily turned down his proposal… or rather the one made by Jim West on his behalf. Artemus still experienced chagrin when he remembered how he had been unable to get the words out himself.
“It was too sudden, Artie,” Jim had suggested later, which had prompted an annoyed Artemus to ask how many proposals Jim had proffered and had had refused. Yet Jim persisted, and eventually Artie came to realize his partner had been right. In the few days he and Lily had spent together after their reunion, they had kissed and laughed, but had never come close to discussing the future together.
I’m going to do it right this time. We’re going to have all issues out in the open, a complete understanding. Artemus had no doubt that he would be successful using this tactic. The responses Lily gave to his embraces assured him of that. She had also said those magic words several times, including upon their parting: “I love you, Artemus.” That had to mean something. Like himself, Lily Fortune would not use those words loosely.
I just hope Jim isn’t having to rough a time with Madden and Norwood. The information Lily had provided on Loren Norwood had prompted Gordon to seek more. He had sent a couple of telegraph messages, then was somewhat bothered by the responses he received. Even Lily had not known this information, and she usually heard all the gossip about the rich and famous who frequented the theatrical performances, especially the society leaders who liked to invite theater personages to their social affairs.
“Oh,” she had responded when Artemus showed her the telegraph messages, “I hope that does not mean he will pull his support from the San Antonio theater troupe he has been backing!”
Jim West opened his eyes and peered through the fog that was swirling around his head. No, not fog. What the hell…? Slowly the fuzziness cleared and he found himself staring up toward the beamed ceiling of a large room. The cabin’s roof had been low and flat. What the hell…?
He started to sit up, and just as swiftly fell back down, the vertigo he experienced overwhelming. This was crazy. He tried to remember what happened. The only memory he had was drinking the strong coffee.
“Don’t move too fast, Jimmy,” a man spoke from nearby. “It’ll go away.”
Recognizing the voice, Jim did not look that direction, but concentrated on carefully swinging his legs over the side of the bed and coming erect. Only then did he fasten his gaze on the man in the large overstuffed chair placed against the far wall. The room—a bedroom of some sort—was larger than the interior of the cabin had been.
“Where are we, Matt?” His voice was raspy, his mouth and throat dry.
Matthew West got to his feet to go to a small table near a window, where he picked up a pitcher to fill a tumbler, which he handed to Jim. “We’re at Norwood’s lodge.”
Jim hesitated only an instant before drinking all the water in the glass. The coffee had certainly been drugged; the water was not likely to be. They had done whatever needed to be done. “How far from the cabin?”
Matt shrugged. Jim was unsure if that meant he did not know, or if he did not want to answer. “Just take it easy, kid. This could work out in a good way for both of us.”
His head much clearer now, Jim got to his feet. He was fully clothed, except his gun belt was gone. He touched his cheek, felt the stubble of whiskers, at least one day’s worth. He faced Matt.
“What does that mean? A ‘good way.’ Are we talking money, or just getting out of here alive?”
He thought that Matt flinched slightly. “Jim, listen to me. I did not know that this was what Norwood had in mind. I didn’t know you would be here. Not right off, anyway.”
“Why am I here? What’s Norwood up to?”
“I’ll let him explain it. I’ll just… ask you… beg you… to hear him out. It’s important.”
Jim folded his arms across his chest, eyes icy. “To who? You? Where have you been for twenty years, Matt?” Matthew was definitely nervous about something.
“Canada, mostly.”
Funny, that never occurred to me. I thought maybe Mexico, South America… not Canada. While he had never specifically sought his brother, Jim West had always kept his eyes open, just as he had for Nevin West. He had been more than somewhat surprised that he never heard a whisper regarding Matthew West, even after his own fame increased.
The door to the room opened before anything further could be said. A grinning Pierce Madden stood then. “Hey, Captain, good to see you awake. Old Matt there, he was getting worried about how long you were out. Come on downstairs and get some breakfast.”
“Pierce!”
The one-armed man halted shortly as he started to turn away, looked back. “Captain?”
“What’s your part in this? What’s your payoff?”
The grin returned. “It’s a big one, Captain. For all of us!” He vanished before anything further could be said.
“Let’s go, Jim. You’ll feel better with some food in your stomach.”
Eat something, Jimmy. You gotta eat. Mom would want that. You’ll feel better. I promise.
But Mom’s dead, Matt! What are we gonna do?
Don’t worry about anything, kid. I’m here. I’ll always be here. I swear on Mom’s grave. I’ll always be here to take care of you.[/b]
Jim West followed his brother, stepping out into a broad landing that overlooked the room below. Two sets of stairs were visible, on either side of the lower level, at what appeared to be the front side of the massive structure, and both sets led up to the landing circling the second floor. Probably at least ten doors opened off the landing.
A massive stone fireplace was on the same side of the building as the double doors, with a blaze befitting the size of the hearth roaring in it. Several sofas and chairs faced the hearth, and on the other side of the room was a long table surrounded by chairs. Other pieces of furniture—chairs, tables, low bookcases—were scattered here and there, while thick woven rugs softened the polished wood floor. The walls were adorned with paintings, woven hangings, and the preserved heads of various wild animals indigenous to this region. This was what Jim had expected when he thought of a wealthy man’s hunting lodge.
Loren Norwood rose from one of the chairs near the fire and strolled forward, smiling affably. “Good morning, Mr. West. Hope you had a nice rest. Do you mind if I call you Jim? I’m on a first-name basis with your brother, so it seems a little strange to be formal with you.”
“I prefer Mr. West,” Jim replied coolly.
That elicited a chuckle. “Matt told me you were a feisty one, even as a kid. All right, Mr. West. That’s the way it’ll be, for now. I’m sure you’ll change your mind as we get to know each other better.”
“What do you want with me, Norwood?” Jim saw the man’s eyes narrow slightly with the omission of a polite title.
“In time, Mr. West. In time. Come along and have some breakfast.”
“Where are we and how did I get here?” Jim asked as he and Matt followed Norwood toward the table.
“This is my hunting lodge, as you’ve no doubt ascertained. As to where it is, well, that can come later. Your reputation precedes you, Mr. West. Thus, for reasons of secrecy, I took the precaution of drugging you before bringing you here. Suffice it to say, we are deep within the mountains. If you try to leave, you’ll be soon lost, and die of exposure… if you aren’t attacked by a cougar or a bear first. So just relax, Mr. West. Matthew and Pierce can reassure you, I’m an excellent host.”
A young man who looked to be Mexican or possibly part Indian, or both, brought a tray laden with a plate of eggs, ham, potatoes, warm bread, and aromatic coffee. Only when the aroma reached his nostrils did Jim realize just how hungry he was. They had not stopped for supper last night, plus he had passed out before having an opportunity to sample the stew at the small cabin, so he had not eaten in at least eighteen hours.
Sitting in the chair at the narrow end of the long table, he tucked into the meal without hesitation, again with no fear of further drugs. Norwood had him where he wanted him. Now was the time for talking. Jim was intensely curious about the reasons he was here. Money was involved. Why did any of these men believe he could be bought?
Loren Norwood and Matthew West sat down at the table too, on either side of Jim, who found himself far more conscious of the presence of the latter. What was going on? Why was Matt here? What kind of deal was Norwood offering Matt? Why was his own presence needed, or wanted? The fact that they had virtually kidnapped a federal agent indicated things were not exactly on the up and up. Why would a man like Loren Norwood be involved in the illegal?
Then again, I don’t know anything about Norwood, had only heard of him before now. Called “The Baron of Texas” due to the power he wields in that state, but so far as I know, he’s never been in any difficulty, especially with the federal government. A wealthy man desiring even more money and power isn’t unusual. I’ve met those types before. Even ones who attempt to gain that money in nefarious manners. But not Norwood. Not thus far.
Nothing was said until Jim mopped up the last of the egg yolk on his plate with the buttered bread. He drained his coffee cup, and put it down. “Shall we talk, Norwood?”
“As good a time as any, Mr. West. It’s like this. I need your help, and I’ll pay well for that help. You, your brother, and Madden stand to profit greatly for your cooperation.”
Jim glanced at Matt. He saw his brother drop his gaze. Well, at least he doesn’t seem to be too proud of his participation, to whatever extent he’s involved. Interesting that Norwood used Madden rather than Matt to lure me here. Jim did not speak. He waited, his eyes resting on Loren Norwood’s face.
After a moment, Norwood cleared his throat. “Mr. West, you may know me by reputation. I have extensive holdings, primarily in Texas, but in other parts of the country as well, and also in Mexico, Canada, and a couple of South American countries. I am, by all appearances, a wealthy man. However…” He cleared his throat again. Clearly this was not something he wanted to say, nor found easy to say.
“However, over the last several years I had some ill luck. My properties are heavily mortgaged. Without some intervention, I stand to lose most of it. I have a plan, a very good plan, one I feel is foolproof, to regain some capital. The plan needs the assistance of a man such as yourself.”
“I have no influence with banks or any other mortgage holders,” Jim replied softly. He knew this was not what Norwood inferred.
“But you are held in high esteem by a number of powerful Indian chiefs,” Norwood stated flatly.
Jim stared at him. He had not expected such a remark. “What the devil does that have to do with anything?”
“You’ll receive more details later, after you agree to participate. But the gist of the matter is this, Mr. West. I am aware of particular landholdings of certain tribes that are not being used to their fullest potential. I need to obtain the rights to those lands, either as an owner, or even a leaseholder. Chiefs like American Knife and Ho-Tami do not know me from Adam, would have no reason to trust me. But they trust James West.”
Once more Jim looked at his brother, this time a longer stare. Matt lifted his gaze briefly, then dropped his eyes down at his coffee cup again. He knew what this was about. “Norwood,” Jim West said evenly, “I am not about to get involved in coercing my friends to be cheated by a man like you.”
“Cheated? Who said anything about cheating? You are jumping the gun.”
“I don't think so. If this was a legitimate deal, you would have come to me openly to ask my advice and assistance. By tricking me, you revealed yourself. You might as well let me go, or kill me, whatever the alternative is, because I am not going to participate.”
“You are a rash young man,” Norwood said calmly. “I do not intend to be so precipitate. I’m going to give you time and opportunity to consider the situation, especially once you know all the details.”
“No,” Jim West stated flatly. “That won’t make any difference. My mind will not be changed. I don't know why you thought having my brother here would influence me. Obviously Matt has not told you the truth of our relationship.”
“On the contrary, I think I know quite a bit about the two of you. I also believe that once Matt talks to you, you will indeed change your mind. Matthew, why don’t you take Jim over by the fire and tell him the facts of life. I need to talk to the others, and I’ll do it outside.”
Norwood nodded amiably, rose to his feet, and exited through the door the servant had used. Almost instantaneously, that young man emerged with the coffee pot and silently refilled the cups of the West brothers. Jim looked up and caught the youth’s glance. He prevented himself from reacting to the plea he saw in those dark eyes.
Matt stood up now, picking up his cup. “Jimmy, come on. We need to talk.”
“I can’t imagine what about,” Jim growled, rising as well. He knew even as he said it that he was lying to himself. He did need to talk to his brother. He just was not sure he could and keep his emotions, his temper, in check. Taking his own cup, he followed Matt across the wide floor, and took a soft chair that faced the one Matt settled in.
“How the hell did you get mixed up in this, Matt?”
“Well… it’s… I didn’t… I need the money, Jim.” He finally blurted, placing his cup on a small nearby table, and leaning forward slightly. “Jimmy, I’m married. I have a wife and three kids up in Montreal. I can’t… I haven’t been a very good provider. This is my chance to make a life for them. A real life.”
“You never heard of getting a job and holding it?” Jim knew instinctively that his brother was holding something back, perhaps even lying about some portion of the tale.
A flush crept over the elder brother’s features. “I’ve tried. I have tried, Jim. Honest to God, I’ve tried. I’m just… I was never like you. Mom used to say I was too much like my mother.”
Jim sipped his coffee. He remembered overhearing Mom talking to Aunt Sybil, saying something like that. “I just don’t know about Matthew, Sybil. He’s bright. He’s got good intentions. But he’s so much like Catherine. She could never settle down to anything, not even one man.”
Even at his young age, Jim had had a good idea of what his mother meant. He had heard the gossip. Later, he realized more completely what had happened. Catherine West, Nevin West’s first wife and Matt’s mother, had run off with another man before Matt was even conceived, had returned to her forgiving husband, borne him a son… and fled again. The second time, she did not return, but perhaps only because of the hotel fire in which she and her lover died. No one would ever know whether Nevin would have taken her back a second time. Instead, a few years later he married Louise Templeton, who became James’s mother.
“So now you’re after easy money, gained by cheating Indians out of their due.”
Matt leaned back again. “You don’t even know what the deal is.”
“No, and I don't think I want to. Those people are my friends, Matt. American Knife saved my life. I am not going to participate in a scheme to defraud them. If that means I die, so be it.” He gazed at Matt a long moment. “Did you make Norwood believe that I might be amenable to such a deal? Is that why you’re here?”
“No! Jim, I swear, I did not know you were to be involved. Not right away. It was Madden.”
Jim stiffened. “Pierce Madden? What do you mean?”
“I don't know. I don't know the whole story.”
“Then how the hell are you involved, Matt?”
Matthew rubbed a hand over his face. “Norwood owns a company in Montreal, where I’ve been living, one that builds railroad cars. I got a job there a couple months back. Not a great job. I hate it, actually. But… it’s money coming in, and I’ve tried to stick it out. Didn’t even know who Norwood was, other than I was aware an American was the majority stockholder. About six weeks ago, Norwood showed up at the plant, and he sent word he wanted to talk to me. I was amazed, I can tell you that. I had no idea what he could want.
“All he did that time was say he’d heard I was doing a good job, and wanted to give me a raise, and a bonus. Believe me, that was damn welcome. My youngest, Matthew junior, had just had an operation for appendicitis, and we were more strapped than usual for funds after the medical bills. Anyway, I accepted it, went back to the job, figuring that maybe, for once, things were going my way.”
Matt paused, shook his head ruefully, picked up his coffee cup and took a deep swallow before continuing. Jim noticed he looked everywhere but directly at his brother.
“Two weeks later, the house burned down. Thank the Lord, Therese and the kids weren’t home. I was at the job. But we lost everything. Everything. One of the fireman said the blaze could have been caused by a lamp that had been left burning. Therese could not swear that she had not gone off and left one lit. She had departed in a hurry when she received word that Emilie, our older daughter, had been injured in a trolley accident. Turned out to be a false alarm. A small collision had occurred, but Emilie was not even on that car. Both she and Genevieve were already in school.”
Again Matthew West halted his words, and as he had at the table, he stared down into the shiny liquid in his cup, almost as if seeing pictures there. Jim waited. He already had suspicions forming, and the wonder was whether or not Matt had also experienced those suspicions. Or if he had, had he simply overlooked them, because it was the easier way? What was the remainder of the story?
“Things were bad, Jim. I didn’t have any insurance. Even with the raise and the bonus…. It wasn’t enough to rebuild or buy a house. Barely enough to keep the family in a hotel for a few weeks, what with having to buy new clothes, eat at restaurants…. I was at my wit’s end. Even looked for a second job, but didn’t have any luck.”
“And then the benevolent Loren Norwood reappeared.” Jim could not remain silent, and his tone crackled with anger and scorn.
Now Matt glared at him. “What do you know about it, Jimmy? You always had everything easy!”
“Easy!” Jim West slammed his cup down on the table next to his chair, ignoring the liquid that sloshed out onto his hand and the tabletop. “Easy? I was alone, Matthew! I was ten years old, and alone! I had to fight them all myself.” And you promised to be there!
Where’s Matthew, Aunt Sybil? If he doesn’t come have his breakfast, he won’t have time to walk me to school.
Just eat, Jimmy. You’ll have to go alone today.
Why? Is Matt sick?
Jimmy… Matthew is gone. He left sometime in the night, took all his clothes.
But he promised! He wouldn’t go away and leave me! He promised!
Matt could not hold his younger brother’s hard stare, dropping his eyes. “You had Aunt Sybil…”
“Aunt Sybil fed me, put clothes on my back. That’s about all. She couldn’t walk me to school and back, couldn’t scare off the taunting bullies.” Killer’s kid! Killer’s kid!
Matt West heaved a big sigh. “I’m sorry, Jim. Of everything I’ve ever done, I’ve regretted that the most. It was a girl, you know.”
Jim frowned. “A girl? What do you mean?”
“Her name was Annie Cutter. She worked at the tavern. She was blonde and beautiful, with big blue eyes. I was… I thought I was in love with her, and that she loved me. She wanted to leave the small town, go to New York City, to live the high life. I agreed to take her, afraid I would lose her if I didn’t. I was too cowardly to tell you, or anyone else. We just left. I figured I would come back for you later. I promised Annie the moon, Jim, and when I couldn’t produce it, she left me for someone who could. Then I was too ashamed to return home.”
James West remained silent for a long moment. He had never known the true reason his brother vanished overnight from the small town in upstate New York where they had lived. No one had appeared to know, at least none who could or would tell a ten-year-old boy. All he had known was that the elder brother he adored and idolized had betrayed him. After twenty years, the pain was still raw.
“You still haven’t come to the explanation of why you are here, and part of Norwood’s scheme,” he said then. “I presume you agreed to the part where if I didn’t cooperate I’d be killed.”
“God, no! Jim, I swear, I didn’t know anything about you being involved when Norwood first approached me. He… he knew I was American, and that I’d lived in this area of Montana for awhile… before I moved further north. He didn’t mention your name once. He said that I… that if I… he said he could use my knowledge of the area. Jim, he gave me an advance that allowed me to buy a little house for Therese and the children, to leave them enough money to get by on. Norwood promised a payoff that would make the world of difference for our future.”
“What are you going to do with the blood money?” Again, Jim was certain more remained to be told.
Matt winced, but shook it off. “I might buy a store or something. A way to be my own boss. That’ll make all the difference in the world. I never did like to take orders.”
The front door opened and Pierce Madden strolled in. “Hey, Captain,” he greeted jovially. “Matt giving you all the details? Quite a setup, huh? We’re going to be rich men!”
Jim stared at him. “Not if you’re planning on my cooperation for that to happen.”
The shock was evident. “Captain! You don’t mean that!” He hurried toward the fireplace, sitting on the edge of a sofa, his useless arm pulled close to his chest. “You have to! You owe me!” His left hand clasped over the withered right arm.
Jim West experienced the reaction he usually had when Madden used his injury in an attempt to persuade him: irritation and guilt. Corporal Pierce Madden had lost his livelihood when he saved Captain James West’s life. The action had been heroic and self-sacrificing. Pierce had not given any thought to his own safety. Beyond that, however, during the long war, James West had had occasion to save other men’s lives, and his own had been protected by the actions of others. Neither he nor those others had clung to the incidents as Pierce did. Then again, Jim realized, none of the others to his knowledge, nor himself, had suffered an injury such as Pierce’s, one that altered their entire lives. Irritation and guilt.
“Pierce, I cannot betray my Indian friends. They trust me.”
“Good God, Captain,” Madden scoffed. “They’re only Indians!”
Now Loren Norwood appeared through the rear door. Jim had to wonder if he had been lingering there, waiting for the opportune moment to return, perhaps eavesdropping, though the distance might have precluded hearing much. He strolled across the room to the three men, a lit cigar in his hand now. “Well, Matthew. Have you explained the situation to your little brother?”
Matt got to his feet. “I’ve been trying, Mr. Norwood.”
Jim wondered if he heard fear in his brother’s voice. If all Matt said was true, what did he have to fear? He gazed up at the stocky man. “I’m assuming you chose Matthew because you realized his kinship to me, and for no other reason.”
Norwood smiled. “It figured into the matter, certainly. I am not a man who usually enters into a transaction rashly. I try to investigate all the angles. I have friends in the military as well as in government departments, and I’ve often heard that when ticklish problems arise, James West is summoned. You seem to have a particular affinity toward the redskins.”
“I respect them and their lifestyle,” Jim replied quietly. He always had. As a boy, one place of refuge he always found had been with a small tribe of surviving Seneca who resided in the area. They never cared about who his father had been or what he had done. Especially after Matthew deserted him, he would spend hours with the tribe. Before he left New York, they had initiated him into the tribe as a blood brother, a ritual that had been repeated among various tribes he encountered in later years.
“Now look, West, it’s not as though I plan to steal everything they have. You’ve got to realize, these ignorant savages do not know how to take advantage of the situation. In some instances, they have neither the knowledge nor the finances. I can provide both. I will share the wealth.”
“I’m sure,” Jim replied sarcastically. “Ninety percent for you, ten percent for the tribes.” He pushed himself to his feet. “You might as well release me or kill me, Norwood. I am not going to be persuaded to your way of thinking.”
Norwood appeared unperturbed. “That remains to be seen. Maybe I haven’t played all my cards yet.” He looked toward Matthew, who quickly dropped his gaze.
“Mr. Norwood, the captain isn’t stupid,” Pierce Madden said, pleasantly. “He’ll come around. This is just kind of sudden for him, right, Captain?” Jim fixed the former corporal with an icy stare. Unlike Matt, Madden simply grinned. “Captain West always pays his debts, Mr. Norwood. He owes me big time. He knows that. He’s an honorable man.”
Artemus Gordon paced around the small confines of the varnish car, his frustrations and anxieties boiling over. Where are you, James? I have no clue where to look. These mountains are too extensive! I’ve never felt more helpless in my life! All I know is that you are somewhere in these mountains, between here and Hamilton… a vast, rugged area.
James West should have met him here at the siding yesterday. Ordinarily, a delay of twenty-four hours might not have bothered Artie that much. This one did, however. He had never felt easy about the whole situation, he knew now. The joy of being with Lily had overshadowed the unsettled sensations for awhile. Almost as soon as he had reached Missoula, the fretfulness had returned, even before the appointed meeting time. Somehow he had known that James was not going to show up. Pierce Madden was not to be trusted.
Gordon had contacted the authorities in Missoula. When they stated they had had not seen nor heard from James West, he had asked them to contact the law in towns on this side and the opposite side of the mountains into which Jim and Madden had ventured. Thus far, every answer received had been the same. Neither man had been seen since they left Hamilton nearly a week ago now.
Because Jim had not known exactly where Madden was going to take him, the location of this “lodge,” Artemus had no notion of where to start looking. The sheriff in Missoula had frowned and shaken his head when asked about a hunting lodge belonging to Loren Norwood. He had no knowledge of its existence, let alone its location. The question had been posed in the wires to the other towns, with similar answers, although one sheriff acknowledged he had met Norwood several years previous.
“What do I do, James? Where do I start?” Artemus threw his hands in the air, then expelled a long breath. First, Artemus, you start thinking rationally. You find a guide. The sheriff should be able to recommend a good one. You get a guide, supplies, maps of the area… then head out. Wherever Jim West is, he’s waiting for you. Relying on you. He never let you down, Artemus. You can’t let him down.
The little talking-to, aloud and in his head, helped calm him down some. The weather was still good at least. Although clouds and chilly temperatures had been lingering over the area, no snow had fallen except at the very summit of the highest peaks. That was a plus. With any luck, they would be able to find a trail, some sign of the men’s presence…
Why would Pierce Madden want to do any harm to Jim West? Jim was his meal-ticket. When Madden got into any difficulty, financial or otherwise, he knew all he had to do was call on James West. Artemus shook his head. The pair must have gotten into some sort of trouble. An accident maybe, with one or both injured. All the more reason to get going. He…
Hearing the sound on the platform outside the car, Artemus turned expectantly, hoping the door would open to reveal the smiling face of his missing friend. Instead, a knock sounded. Could be someone with some news, he told himself, swiftly crossing to pull the door open. He stared at the tall, handsome man standing there.
“American Knife!”
The Cheyenne medicine man grinned. “Surprise, Gordon. Are you going to ask me in?”
“Of course, of course. Come on in. I apologize. I am a bit distracted, and your appearance startled me.”
The Indian stepped inside. He was garbed in leather breeches, a feather in his long dark hair, but wore a heavy plaid woolen jacket. “I spoke to the sheriff. I know that West is missing. I have come to help.”
“You have? That’s wonderful! How?” Artemus stared at the man. “Do you know where Norwood’s lodge is?”
“No. This is not my territory. I was visiting some kin up near the Canadian border, with six of my men. We were on our way home. But one of my braves once lived in this area, working as a hunting guide. May I bring him in?”
“Please do!” Suddenly Artemus Gordon felt as if the weight of the world had been lifted from his shoulders. He was no longer alone.
THE NIGHT OF THE MURDERER’S SONS
[/center]Lily Fortune smiled her thanks at the waiter who had just refilled her champagne glass, then picked up the goblet to take a sip, turning her smile toward the man who still clasped her hand on the tabletop. She liked how his thumb was gently caressing the back of her fingers. She liked the warmth in his brown eyes as he gazed her way. However, perhaps that gaze was growing a little too warm.
“You said Jim went hunting?” she asked.
Artemus Gordon was slightly startled by the sudden query. “Yes. I was planning to accompany him, but fortuitously, the article about the appearance in Denver of the famous actress Lily Fortune was called to my attention. I quickly changed my plans.”
“So Jim went alone?”
“No, no. He’s with an old… acquaintance. A former university classmate who was also in his regiment. Pierce Madden.”
Lily studied his face. “Whom you dislike.”
Artie sighed. He had hoped his distaste had been camouflaged. “Guilty.”
Lily considered this a moment. “It surprises me that Jim would go on a hunting trip. I mean, I don’t know him well, but it just seems to me that the two of you get enough ‘hunting’ in your daily life!”
“Yeah. My feelings exactly. And… normally… the way Jim sees it. But…” Artemus shook his head. “He has a hard time saying no to Pierce.”
“Why is that?”
“As I said, they were friends at the university. Seven classmates enlisted at the same time in the Eleventh Indiana Cavalry. This was before I met Jim, of course. Another acquaintance I encountered after the war told me that Pierce Madden had not been a part of the group as such, more of a hanger-on. I guess he was seen as harmless and allowed to join them. In any case, at Chattanooga, Madden saved Jim’s life by knocking him down and taking the brunt of a shell burst. Jim was relatively unharmed, but Madden’s right arm was shattered, and though he did not lose it, it’s stiff and virtually useless.”
“What a brave deed! No wonder Jim is grateful.”
“Yes. Even more so because Pierce is… was an artist. Apparently a very good one. Their archeology professor had plans to take Pierce on an expedition with him. As you may know, it’s not always possible or feasible to photograph relics or wall displays, so an artist will sketch what is seen for future reference. Such work, with a man as noted and respected as Robey was, would have secured Pierce’s future. That naturally was ended with the disablement of his arm.”
“Even more admirable,” Lily murmured. Artemus’s hand on hers was still now, and she saw the anger in his frown. Was it possible Artemus was somehow jealous of Jim West’s friendship with this man Madden? “But you don’t like him.”
Artemus’s sigh was louder this time. “It’s the way Madden has used Jim’s gratitude, Lil. He never lets Jim forget it. They were on a first-name basis prior to the war, of course, and even during it except in the most official situations, despite Jim became an officer and Madden was a corporal, I’m told. Yet Madden persists in addressing Jim as ‘Captain.’ I’ve heard Jim tell him not to, but Madden continues.”
“To remind Jim of their service together, and what he sacrificed.”
Artemus was pleased that she grasped the situation so readily. “Yes. That’s how I see it. I mentioned that to Jim once but, of course, he denied it, even became a little irritated, so I dropped it. We run across Madden from time to time. I’m almost certain he arranges the ‘surprise meetings,’ even though they often seem purely coincidental. I’m also certain that Jim has given him money.”
“How sad!”
“Isn’t it? Not a blamed thing I can do about it either. Sometimes I think that, deep down, Jim comprehends what Pierce Madden is doing, yet also realizes that if it had not been for Madden’s selfless act, he might not be alive today. Or at best, he could be crippled, like Madden.”
“But he accepted this invitation to go hunting?” Lily thought that strange. If Jim West realized, and resented, the man’s actions, why would he want to spend extended time with him?
“Seems a man Madden wants to impress invited him to his hunting lodge in the Bitterroots of Montana… providing Madden could bring his friend Jim West along.”
“For heaven’s sake! Why?”
Artie shook his head. “I don't know. I never heard of this guy, name of Loren Norwood. He… you have?” Lily’s beautiful eyes widened with the mention of the name.
“Loren Norwood! Artemus, I cannot believe you don’t know the name. The Baron of Texas?”
Artemus Gordon’s mouth dropped open. “That’s his real name? My God! Of course I’ve heard of the Baron of Texas! Owns thousands upon thousands of acres… I guess I never heard his true name, or didn’t remember it. No wonder Madden wants to impress him.”
Lily leaned forward slightly, and now her fingers tightened on his. “Artemus, I met Norwood in Dallas last year. He is a very… I’m not sure what the word is. He’s frightening. He came backstage and offered me a fortune to become his mistress.”
“Good Lord!”
“That was my reaction exactly! He walked in, introduced himself, and his next words were, ‘I’ll give you half a million dollars to come back to Texas with me.’ I was so stunned, I could only stare at him in silence, which he considered an assent, so he began telling me to be at his private train the next morning, that I shouldn’t worry about packing clothes because he would buy me all I would need, better than anything I owned.”
Artemus gazed at the lovely woman across from him. “I’m presuming you refused.”
Lily laughed. “Yes, dear. I refused, and threw him out. Of course he came back again, his ego not allowing him to believe that I could have said no. He also sent a room full of flowers and a diamond bracelet to impress me. I sent the bracelet back and shared the flowers with the rest of the cast.” She sobered. “The point is, Artemus, that if he wanted to meet Jim, he most certainly has another motive. Perhaps to attempt to hire him away from the service.”
Artemus Gordon shook his head. “No way. There’s nothing a man like that could offer to induce Jim West to leave the service. When Jim leaves, it’ll be on his own terms, just as I will. I’m sure when I meet Jim in four days, he’ll be shaking his head and laughing about it.”
“Four days?”
“Yes. I’m to meet him in Missoula with the train. Jim already told Madden that the trip would have to be short, as we are due back in Washington.”
“Is that true?” Lily was certain Artemus had told her previously that when Jim returned, they would be waiting for their next assignment.
“No. But it’s a clue to me about how Jim feels about Pierce Madden. He’s paying his debt, but does not see the need to pay interest!”
W*W*W*W*W
“Pierce, are you sure we’re on the right trail?” Jim West hoped the annoyance he was experiencing was not too strongly evident in his tone. Yet he was damned annoyed. A “one-day ride” was now into the evening of the second day and seemed to be heading toward three days.
Ahead of him in the early twilight of mid October, Pierce Madden called back over his shoulder. “I’ve got it, Captain. Don’t worry.”
Jim clamped his jaw tight, lest he say anything he would later regret. He had to accept some of the blame. Even back in school, Pierce Madden had not been known as the most reliable of students. His charm and his talent as an artist often got him by. Professor Robey had confided to James West that he wondered if taking Madden on an expedition was a good idea, at the same time stating that he never knew a better artist when it came to creating quick, thorough, and extremely accurate sketches. Madden’s reputation as a soldier had not been sterling either. He had been there, however, when Jim West needed him in the worst way, and paid for it with his future.
When Pierce approached him in Boise to invite the two agents on the trip, he had stated that the hunting lodge of Loren Norwood was “about a day’s ride” out of Hamilton which was located in the heart of the Bitterroot Valley of western Montana. Artie originally accepted, but then backed out upon learning that the woman who owned his heart was going to be in Denver.
Jim and Pierce Madden headed into the valley, stocked up on supplies at Hamilton, then set out. At the end of the first day of riding, Madden had apologized, stating he must have misunderstood the instructions. He declined to allow Jim to look at the rough map someone had drawn for him, claiming it was his responsibility. He was the one who messed up, he would get them to the lodge the next day, he was certain.
I should have listened to Artie. He had reservations about this business from the start. Lucky for him, I found that article about Lily in the newspaper. Probably lucky for me, too! He’d be chewing my head off about now, seeing how he “loves” riding so much. These mountainous trails would have been killing him.
“Pierce, unless the lodge is within an hour’s ride, I think we’d better look for a campsite.”
“No worries, Captain. Far as I can tell, it’s right ahead.”
Again Jim held his tongue. While Pierce had not exactly claimed previously that they were that close to the lodge, his rosy optimism had not played out before either. I’m the fool. I can’t blame Pierce for that. Not entirely. But Artie is going to be in Missoula tomorrow waiting for me, so this visit is going to be damn short!
One thing Jim had learned on the trek was the true identity of his potential host. The name Loren Norwood had seemed vaguely familiar, but he had not realized that Norwood was the man who now owned a large chunk of Texas, as well as having investments in property and firms all over the country and elsewhere. A very wealthy and influential man. He could not imagine what use such a man would have for Pierce Madden.
That’s not fair. Jim West was aware that Pierce was an intelligent man. He had been forced to support himself since his injury primarily by working as a bartender, desk clerk, or other similar jobs, having trained himself to use his left hand for simple chores like writing and counting money. But he could have been much more. His withered right arm was simply there as a reminder of what his life might have been.
Jim had never asked Pierce why he had not acceded to the doctor’s recommendation that the arm be amputated. Never having been in such a situation himself, Jim was not entirely sure of his own response had he faced that decision, but he wondered about having that crippled limb constantly visible. Which would be worse? That, or no arm at all?
Another consideration, Jim mused, shifting his thoughts, was the weather. Though only October, snow could fall in these mountains at any time, and heavy snow at that. The air had a heavy chill in it, and the dark clouds that gathered today not only cooled the temperature further by blocking the sun, but had an ominous appearance. Jim West had not been surprised when, upon mentioning this worry to his companion, he had received back a scoffing laugh and more assurances that the weather was nothing to fret about.
“There it is!” Pierce Madden exclaimed suddenly, drawing his horse to a halt. Jim moved up alongside him, leading the packhorse. A small cabin was visible ahead. Very small.
“That’s the hunting lodge?” Jim could not stop the amazed comment from bursting out.
“That’s where the map leads us,” Madden replied blithely. “Let’s go.”
Bemused, Jim allowed the black horse to continue, following Madden. This was strange, to say the least. “Hunting lodge” to him conjured up pictures of a large structure, even two stories high. Especially when one connected the name of Loren Norwood to it. The building ahead looked more like a fur trapper’s cabin.
Smoke was curling out of the stone chimney, an indication that someone was in residence, though no animals were in view. Could be that any horse, or mule, was behind the cabin. Jim hoped that whoever was inside would set them straight about where Norwood’s lodge was located. Perhaps even offer them a very welcome cup of coffee, and if the distance to the lodge was too great, a meal and overnight lodging.
Pierce dismounted first, and to Jim’s astonishment, walked up to the cabin’s door to open it without knocking. Jim West dismounted quickly, half expecting to hear shouts of anger, even gunfire, from within. Whoever lived there would not appreciate such boldness, not to mention rudeness.
Nothing happened, however, so Jim carefully made his way to the still open door. The first thing he noticed was a good, warm fire going in the small fireplace. He then saw four men, besides Pierce Madden, inside. Two were at a table, apparently playing some card game. A third stood at the fireplace, facing it, not turning around. The fourth got up from another chair and advanced, holding out his hand.
“Mr. West! What an honor and a pleasure. Welcome! I’m Loren Norwood.”
Jim accepted the enthusiastic handshake, perplexed. Loren Norwood pretty much looked as he had expected, a stocky, big-chested man with a round face, trim dark mustache, and not much hair on top of his head. The wool shirt he wore was not a cheap one, nor were his boots. A green stone on the ring on one finger glittered in the firelight. However, the cabin appeared to consist only of this one room. Jim saw a single cot at one side, the table where the men still sat, and two chairs. Most assuredly not the accommodations one would expect a man of Norwood’s status to occupy.
“How do you do, Mr. Norwood,” Jim responded quietly, and tried not to stare toward the man at the fireplace, the man who still had his back to the room. Why does that man look familiar, even though I cannot see his face?
Pierce was pulling off his heavy coat. “I told you I could bring him, Mr. Norwood.”
“And you did, Madden. You did, indeed. Where’s Gordon?”
“Mr. Gordon had other… business… to attend to,” Jim replied. He had wondered why Norwood evinced some obvious irritation upon noticing no one else followed them inside. “As a matter of fact, Mr. Norwood, as much as I appreciate your hospitality, I’m afraid I cannot take advantage of it. I’m due back in Washington, therefore must meet my partner in Missoula day after tomorrow. That means I have to leave first thing in the morning.”
Norwood’s eyes narrowed momentarily, but then he laughed, a sound from deep in the large chest. “Well, perhaps. But for tonight, we can enjoy your company, right? Toby, go take care of the horses. These are two of my employees, Mr. West, Toby Milton and Kansas Story. And I think you know my other guest. Matthew?”
The suspicion had been growing, and James West had believed himself prepared for when the man at the fire turned around and walked toward them. But seeing that face hit him like a sledgehammer. All he could do was stare for a long moment.
“Hello, Jim. Been a long time.”
Jim ignored the extended hand, fighting back the fury, also unexpected, he was experiencing. “What the hell are you doing here, Matthew?” How strange that I recognized him immediately after twenty years. Yet, Jim West was cognizant that viewing this man was like looking in a magic mirror, one that reflected his own face ten years hence. Only the eyes were different, more brown than green.
Norwood laughed out loud. “Your brother works for me now, Mr. West. I hope to make it a family affair.”
Jim pulled his gaze away from his older brother, shot one look at the grinning Pierce Madden, then focused on Norwood. “What are you talking about?”
“Business,” Norwood smiled. “But it’s too early for that. Take off your coat, Mr. West, and relax. I’m sure you and Matt have a lot to talk about. I’m told it’s been over twenty years. Long time.”
Not long enough! “Mr. Norwood,” Jim West said icily, “I won’t impose on your hospitality any longer. Time for me to head back to civilization.”
He started to turn for the door, but two things stopped him. One was that the man known as Kansas, who had risen when his card-playing partner went outside, now stood in front of the door, arms folded. He was a big man, probably well over six feet, packing a couple hundred pounds or more, most of which appeared to be solid muscle. Jim West knew he could take Kansas in a fair and open fight, but suspected that would not be the case here.
The other thing was that Matthew reached out and put a hand on his shoulder. “Jim, please.”
I should just hit him. I should bloody his nose, blacken his eyes and pummel him, try to return some of the pain he caused me. At the same instant these thoughts flashed through his mind, Jim realized that such physical punishment would not do it, would not be any solace to himself. The anguish was in his mind and heart.
“I’ll leave first thing in the morning,” he grated, hating himself and despising the man whose gaze was keeping him riveted to the floor.
“That’s fine,” Norwood crooned. “That’s just fine. Gives me some time to try to change your mind. What more could I ask? Sit down, Mr. West. Pierce, bring Mr. West some coffee. We’ve got some stew in that kettle on the stove, Mr. West. Pretty tasty, if I do say so myself.”
“Sounds good to me,” Pierce enthused, “after what we’ve been eating on the trail!”
Jim shrugged out of his sheepskin-lined jacket and hung it on a hook on the wall. He did not miss the glances of Norwood and Kansas toward the gun he was wearing at his hip. Nor did he remove that belt. He did not feel the least bit relaxed just now, and the presence of his brother was not the whole reason. Something was off-kilter here.
He sat down at the table recently vacated by Kansas and Toby, experiencing scant comfort with the solid wall behind him. Pierce brought a steaming mug of coffee and put it on the table, while Matthew sat down on one of the other chairs, leaning his elbows on his knees, his saddened gaze almost never straying from his younger brother. Jim found it more angering than annoying. What the devil did Matt want from him? Had he really expected to be greeted with open arms, after what he did?
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Artemus Gordon could hardly keep from smiling. Good thing Jim is not here, he reflected more than once. He would be giving it to me, with interest! But the reasons for his happiness were many. For one, he had just spent two days with the most wonderful woman in the world. Better yet, he was pretty certain he had made inroads on her stubborn refusal to accept his proposal.
After they had talked deep into the night, Artemus Gordon realized that he was coming to new terms with his own ideas about the role of females in the world. Lily was as successful in her field as he was in his. Though she had laughed, stating she was not quite in a position to purchase a private car as she had once sworn she would, she was near the top in the theatrical world, with plum roles being thrown her way in abundance. She could pick and choose, and was doing so. Why should she give it up now to become a dutiful wife, no matter what her feelings were for the man involved? Perhaps she was right.
Artemus had hated leaving Denver, leaving Lily Fortune behind, but also had been buoyed by new orders received via the telegraph. He and Jim West were to travel to San Francisco to look into some counterfeiting. Lily’s next performance date on her current tour was in San Francisco. Could life get any better? More time spent with Lily meant an opportunity to work out their differing perspectives, to find a middle ground.
The special train would reach Missoula this evening, Jim would meet him tomorrow, and they would travel toward the Pacific Ocean… and Lily. Artemus knew he needed to prepare himself for the ribbing Jim would surely deliver. His partner’s support had helped ease the disappointment experienced last year in New Orleans when Lily turned down his proposal… or rather the one made by Jim West on his behalf. Artemus still experienced chagrin when he remembered how he had been unable to get the words out himself.
“It was too sudden, Artie,” Jim had suggested later, which had prompted an annoyed Artemus to ask how many proposals Jim had proffered and had had refused. Yet Jim persisted, and eventually Artie came to realize his partner had been right. In the few days he and Lily had spent together after their reunion, they had kissed and laughed, but had never come close to discussing the future together.
I’m going to do it right this time. We’re going to have all issues out in the open, a complete understanding. Artemus had no doubt that he would be successful using this tactic. The responses Lily gave to his embraces assured him of that. She had also said those magic words several times, including upon their parting: “I love you, Artemus.” That had to mean something. Like himself, Lily Fortune would not use those words loosely.
I just hope Jim isn’t having to rough a time with Madden and Norwood. The information Lily had provided on Loren Norwood had prompted Gordon to seek more. He had sent a couple of telegraph messages, then was somewhat bothered by the responses he received. Even Lily had not known this information, and she usually heard all the gossip about the rich and famous who frequented the theatrical performances, especially the society leaders who liked to invite theater personages to their social affairs.
“Oh,” she had responded when Artemus showed her the telegraph messages, “I hope that does not mean he will pull his support from the San Antonio theater troupe he has been backing!”
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Jim West opened his eyes and peered through the fog that was swirling around his head. No, not fog. What the hell…? Slowly the fuzziness cleared and he found himself staring up toward the beamed ceiling of a large room. The cabin’s roof had been low and flat. What the hell…?
He started to sit up, and just as swiftly fell back down, the vertigo he experienced overwhelming. This was crazy. He tried to remember what happened. The only memory he had was drinking the strong coffee.
“Don’t move too fast, Jimmy,” a man spoke from nearby. “It’ll go away.”
Recognizing the voice, Jim did not look that direction, but concentrated on carefully swinging his legs over the side of the bed and coming erect. Only then did he fasten his gaze on the man in the large overstuffed chair placed against the far wall. The room—a bedroom of some sort—was larger than the interior of the cabin had been.
“Where are we, Matt?” His voice was raspy, his mouth and throat dry.
Matthew West got to his feet to go to a small table near a window, where he picked up a pitcher to fill a tumbler, which he handed to Jim. “We’re at Norwood’s lodge.”
Jim hesitated only an instant before drinking all the water in the glass. The coffee had certainly been drugged; the water was not likely to be. They had done whatever needed to be done. “How far from the cabin?”
Matt shrugged. Jim was unsure if that meant he did not know, or if he did not want to answer. “Just take it easy, kid. This could work out in a good way for both of us.”
His head much clearer now, Jim got to his feet. He was fully clothed, except his gun belt was gone. He touched his cheek, felt the stubble of whiskers, at least one day’s worth. He faced Matt.
“What does that mean? A ‘good way.’ Are we talking money, or just getting out of here alive?”
He thought that Matt flinched slightly. “Jim, listen to me. I did not know that this was what Norwood had in mind. I didn’t know you would be here. Not right off, anyway.”
“Why am I here? What’s Norwood up to?”
“I’ll let him explain it. I’ll just… ask you… beg you… to hear him out. It’s important.”
Jim folded his arms across his chest, eyes icy. “To who? You? Where have you been for twenty years, Matt?” Matthew was definitely nervous about something.
“Canada, mostly.”
Funny, that never occurred to me. I thought maybe Mexico, South America… not Canada. While he had never specifically sought his brother, Jim West had always kept his eyes open, just as he had for Nevin West. He had been more than somewhat surprised that he never heard a whisper regarding Matthew West, even after his own fame increased.
The door to the room opened before anything further could be said. A grinning Pierce Madden stood then. “Hey, Captain, good to see you awake. Old Matt there, he was getting worried about how long you were out. Come on downstairs and get some breakfast.”
“Pierce!”
The one-armed man halted shortly as he started to turn away, looked back. “Captain?”
“What’s your part in this? What’s your payoff?”
The grin returned. “It’s a big one, Captain. For all of us!” He vanished before anything further could be said.
“Let’s go, Jim. You’ll feel better with some food in your stomach.”
Eat something, Jimmy. You gotta eat. Mom would want that. You’ll feel better. I promise.
But Mom’s dead, Matt! What are we gonna do?
Don’t worry about anything, kid. I’m here. I’ll always be here. I swear on Mom’s grave. I’ll always be here to take care of you.[/b]
Jim West followed his brother, stepping out into a broad landing that overlooked the room below. Two sets of stairs were visible, on either side of the lower level, at what appeared to be the front side of the massive structure, and both sets led up to the landing circling the second floor. Probably at least ten doors opened off the landing.
A massive stone fireplace was on the same side of the building as the double doors, with a blaze befitting the size of the hearth roaring in it. Several sofas and chairs faced the hearth, and on the other side of the room was a long table surrounded by chairs. Other pieces of furniture—chairs, tables, low bookcases—were scattered here and there, while thick woven rugs softened the polished wood floor. The walls were adorned with paintings, woven hangings, and the preserved heads of various wild animals indigenous to this region. This was what Jim had expected when he thought of a wealthy man’s hunting lodge.
Loren Norwood rose from one of the chairs near the fire and strolled forward, smiling affably. “Good morning, Mr. West. Hope you had a nice rest. Do you mind if I call you Jim? I’m on a first-name basis with your brother, so it seems a little strange to be formal with you.”
“I prefer Mr. West,” Jim replied coolly.
That elicited a chuckle. “Matt told me you were a feisty one, even as a kid. All right, Mr. West. That’s the way it’ll be, for now. I’m sure you’ll change your mind as we get to know each other better.”
“What do you want with me, Norwood?” Jim saw the man’s eyes narrow slightly with the omission of a polite title.
“In time, Mr. West. In time. Come along and have some breakfast.”
“Where are we and how did I get here?” Jim asked as he and Matt followed Norwood toward the table.
“This is my hunting lodge, as you’ve no doubt ascertained. As to where it is, well, that can come later. Your reputation precedes you, Mr. West. Thus, for reasons of secrecy, I took the precaution of drugging you before bringing you here. Suffice it to say, we are deep within the mountains. If you try to leave, you’ll be soon lost, and die of exposure… if you aren’t attacked by a cougar or a bear first. So just relax, Mr. West. Matthew and Pierce can reassure you, I’m an excellent host.”
A young man who looked to be Mexican or possibly part Indian, or both, brought a tray laden with a plate of eggs, ham, potatoes, warm bread, and aromatic coffee. Only when the aroma reached his nostrils did Jim realize just how hungry he was. They had not stopped for supper last night, plus he had passed out before having an opportunity to sample the stew at the small cabin, so he had not eaten in at least eighteen hours.
Sitting in the chair at the narrow end of the long table, he tucked into the meal without hesitation, again with no fear of further drugs. Norwood had him where he wanted him. Now was the time for talking. Jim was intensely curious about the reasons he was here. Money was involved. Why did any of these men believe he could be bought?
Loren Norwood and Matthew West sat down at the table too, on either side of Jim, who found himself far more conscious of the presence of the latter. What was going on? Why was Matt here? What kind of deal was Norwood offering Matt? Why was his own presence needed, or wanted? The fact that they had virtually kidnapped a federal agent indicated things were not exactly on the up and up. Why would a man like Loren Norwood be involved in the illegal?
Then again, I don’t know anything about Norwood, had only heard of him before now. Called “The Baron of Texas” due to the power he wields in that state, but so far as I know, he’s never been in any difficulty, especially with the federal government. A wealthy man desiring even more money and power isn’t unusual. I’ve met those types before. Even ones who attempt to gain that money in nefarious manners. But not Norwood. Not thus far.
Nothing was said until Jim mopped up the last of the egg yolk on his plate with the buttered bread. He drained his coffee cup, and put it down. “Shall we talk, Norwood?”
“As good a time as any, Mr. West. It’s like this. I need your help, and I’ll pay well for that help. You, your brother, and Madden stand to profit greatly for your cooperation.”
Jim glanced at Matt. He saw his brother drop his gaze. Well, at least he doesn’t seem to be too proud of his participation, to whatever extent he’s involved. Interesting that Norwood used Madden rather than Matt to lure me here. Jim did not speak. He waited, his eyes resting on Loren Norwood’s face.
After a moment, Norwood cleared his throat. “Mr. West, you may know me by reputation. I have extensive holdings, primarily in Texas, but in other parts of the country as well, and also in Mexico, Canada, and a couple of South American countries. I am, by all appearances, a wealthy man. However…” He cleared his throat again. Clearly this was not something he wanted to say, nor found easy to say.
“However, over the last several years I had some ill luck. My properties are heavily mortgaged. Without some intervention, I stand to lose most of it. I have a plan, a very good plan, one I feel is foolproof, to regain some capital. The plan needs the assistance of a man such as yourself.”
“I have no influence with banks or any other mortgage holders,” Jim replied softly. He knew this was not what Norwood inferred.
“But you are held in high esteem by a number of powerful Indian chiefs,” Norwood stated flatly.
Jim stared at him. He had not expected such a remark. “What the devil does that have to do with anything?”
“You’ll receive more details later, after you agree to participate. But the gist of the matter is this, Mr. West. I am aware of particular landholdings of certain tribes that are not being used to their fullest potential. I need to obtain the rights to those lands, either as an owner, or even a leaseholder. Chiefs like American Knife and Ho-Tami do not know me from Adam, would have no reason to trust me. But they trust James West.”
Once more Jim looked at his brother, this time a longer stare. Matt lifted his gaze briefly, then dropped his eyes down at his coffee cup again. He knew what this was about. “Norwood,” Jim West said evenly, “I am not about to get involved in coercing my friends to be cheated by a man like you.”
“Cheated? Who said anything about cheating? You are jumping the gun.”
“I don't think so. If this was a legitimate deal, you would have come to me openly to ask my advice and assistance. By tricking me, you revealed yourself. You might as well let me go, or kill me, whatever the alternative is, because I am not going to participate.”
“You are a rash young man,” Norwood said calmly. “I do not intend to be so precipitate. I’m going to give you time and opportunity to consider the situation, especially once you know all the details.”
“No,” Jim West stated flatly. “That won’t make any difference. My mind will not be changed. I don't know why you thought having my brother here would influence me. Obviously Matt has not told you the truth of our relationship.”
“On the contrary, I think I know quite a bit about the two of you. I also believe that once Matt talks to you, you will indeed change your mind. Matthew, why don’t you take Jim over by the fire and tell him the facts of life. I need to talk to the others, and I’ll do it outside.”
Norwood nodded amiably, rose to his feet, and exited through the door the servant had used. Almost instantaneously, that young man emerged with the coffee pot and silently refilled the cups of the West brothers. Jim looked up and caught the youth’s glance. He prevented himself from reacting to the plea he saw in those dark eyes.
Matt stood up now, picking up his cup. “Jimmy, come on. We need to talk.”
“I can’t imagine what about,” Jim growled, rising as well. He knew even as he said it that he was lying to himself. He did need to talk to his brother. He just was not sure he could and keep his emotions, his temper, in check. Taking his own cup, he followed Matt across the wide floor, and took a soft chair that faced the one Matt settled in.
“How the hell did you get mixed up in this, Matt?”
“Well… it’s… I didn’t… I need the money, Jim.” He finally blurted, placing his cup on a small nearby table, and leaning forward slightly. “Jimmy, I’m married. I have a wife and three kids up in Montreal. I can’t… I haven’t been a very good provider. This is my chance to make a life for them. A real life.”
“You never heard of getting a job and holding it?” Jim knew instinctively that his brother was holding something back, perhaps even lying about some portion of the tale.
A flush crept over the elder brother’s features. “I’ve tried. I have tried, Jim. Honest to God, I’ve tried. I’m just… I was never like you. Mom used to say I was too much like my mother.”
Jim sipped his coffee. He remembered overhearing Mom talking to Aunt Sybil, saying something like that. “I just don’t know about Matthew, Sybil. He’s bright. He’s got good intentions. But he’s so much like Catherine. She could never settle down to anything, not even one man.”
Even at his young age, Jim had had a good idea of what his mother meant. He had heard the gossip. Later, he realized more completely what had happened. Catherine West, Nevin West’s first wife and Matt’s mother, had run off with another man before Matt was even conceived, had returned to her forgiving husband, borne him a son… and fled again. The second time, she did not return, but perhaps only because of the hotel fire in which she and her lover died. No one would ever know whether Nevin would have taken her back a second time. Instead, a few years later he married Louise Templeton, who became James’s mother.
“So now you’re after easy money, gained by cheating Indians out of their due.”
Matt leaned back again. “You don’t even know what the deal is.”
“No, and I don't think I want to. Those people are my friends, Matt. American Knife saved my life. I am not going to participate in a scheme to defraud them. If that means I die, so be it.” He gazed at Matt a long moment. “Did you make Norwood believe that I might be amenable to such a deal? Is that why you’re here?”
“No! Jim, I swear, I did not know you were to be involved. Not right away. It was Madden.”
Jim stiffened. “Pierce Madden? What do you mean?”
“I don't know. I don't know the whole story.”
“Then how the hell are you involved, Matt?”
Matthew rubbed a hand over his face. “Norwood owns a company in Montreal, where I’ve been living, one that builds railroad cars. I got a job there a couple months back. Not a great job. I hate it, actually. But… it’s money coming in, and I’ve tried to stick it out. Didn’t even know who Norwood was, other than I was aware an American was the majority stockholder. About six weeks ago, Norwood showed up at the plant, and he sent word he wanted to talk to me. I was amazed, I can tell you that. I had no idea what he could want.
“All he did that time was say he’d heard I was doing a good job, and wanted to give me a raise, and a bonus. Believe me, that was damn welcome. My youngest, Matthew junior, had just had an operation for appendicitis, and we were more strapped than usual for funds after the medical bills. Anyway, I accepted it, went back to the job, figuring that maybe, for once, things were going my way.”
Matt paused, shook his head ruefully, picked up his coffee cup and took a deep swallow before continuing. Jim noticed he looked everywhere but directly at his brother.
“Two weeks later, the house burned down. Thank the Lord, Therese and the kids weren’t home. I was at the job. But we lost everything. Everything. One of the fireman said the blaze could have been caused by a lamp that had been left burning. Therese could not swear that she had not gone off and left one lit. She had departed in a hurry when she received word that Emilie, our older daughter, had been injured in a trolley accident. Turned out to be a false alarm. A small collision had occurred, but Emilie was not even on that car. Both she and Genevieve were already in school.”
Again Matthew West halted his words, and as he had at the table, he stared down into the shiny liquid in his cup, almost as if seeing pictures there. Jim waited. He already had suspicions forming, and the wonder was whether or not Matt had also experienced those suspicions. Or if he had, had he simply overlooked them, because it was the easier way? What was the remainder of the story?
“Things were bad, Jim. I didn’t have any insurance. Even with the raise and the bonus…. It wasn’t enough to rebuild or buy a house. Barely enough to keep the family in a hotel for a few weeks, what with having to buy new clothes, eat at restaurants…. I was at my wit’s end. Even looked for a second job, but didn’t have any luck.”
“And then the benevolent Loren Norwood reappeared.” Jim could not remain silent, and his tone crackled with anger and scorn.
Now Matt glared at him. “What do you know about it, Jimmy? You always had everything easy!”
“Easy!” Jim West slammed his cup down on the table next to his chair, ignoring the liquid that sloshed out onto his hand and the tabletop. “Easy? I was alone, Matthew! I was ten years old, and alone! I had to fight them all myself.” And you promised to be there!
Where’s Matthew, Aunt Sybil? If he doesn’t come have his breakfast, he won’t have time to walk me to school.
Just eat, Jimmy. You’ll have to go alone today.
Why? Is Matt sick?
Jimmy… Matthew is gone. He left sometime in the night, took all his clothes.
But he promised! He wouldn’t go away and leave me! He promised!
Matt could not hold his younger brother’s hard stare, dropping his eyes. “You had Aunt Sybil…”
“Aunt Sybil fed me, put clothes on my back. That’s about all. She couldn’t walk me to school and back, couldn’t scare off the taunting bullies.” Killer’s kid! Killer’s kid!
Matt West heaved a big sigh. “I’m sorry, Jim. Of everything I’ve ever done, I’ve regretted that the most. It was a girl, you know.”
Jim frowned. “A girl? What do you mean?”
“Her name was Annie Cutter. She worked at the tavern. She was blonde and beautiful, with big blue eyes. I was… I thought I was in love with her, and that she loved me. She wanted to leave the small town, go to New York City, to live the high life. I agreed to take her, afraid I would lose her if I didn’t. I was too cowardly to tell you, or anyone else. We just left. I figured I would come back for you later. I promised Annie the moon, Jim, and when I couldn’t produce it, she left me for someone who could. Then I was too ashamed to return home.”
James West remained silent for a long moment. He had never known the true reason his brother vanished overnight from the small town in upstate New York where they had lived. No one had appeared to know, at least none who could or would tell a ten-year-old boy. All he had known was that the elder brother he adored and idolized had betrayed him. After twenty years, the pain was still raw.
“You still haven’t come to the explanation of why you are here, and part of Norwood’s scheme,” he said then. “I presume you agreed to the part where if I didn’t cooperate I’d be killed.”
“God, no! Jim, I swear, I didn’t know anything about you being involved when Norwood first approached me. He… he knew I was American, and that I’d lived in this area of Montana for awhile… before I moved further north. He didn’t mention your name once. He said that I… that if I… he said he could use my knowledge of the area. Jim, he gave me an advance that allowed me to buy a little house for Therese and the children, to leave them enough money to get by on. Norwood promised a payoff that would make the world of difference for our future.”
“What are you going to do with the blood money?” Again, Jim was certain more remained to be told.
Matt winced, but shook it off. “I might buy a store or something. A way to be my own boss. That’ll make all the difference in the world. I never did like to take orders.”
The front door opened and Pierce Madden strolled in. “Hey, Captain,” he greeted jovially. “Matt giving you all the details? Quite a setup, huh? We’re going to be rich men!”
Jim stared at him. “Not if you’re planning on my cooperation for that to happen.”
The shock was evident. “Captain! You don’t mean that!” He hurried toward the fireplace, sitting on the edge of a sofa, his useless arm pulled close to his chest. “You have to! You owe me!” His left hand clasped over the withered right arm.
Jim West experienced the reaction he usually had when Madden used his injury in an attempt to persuade him: irritation and guilt. Corporal Pierce Madden had lost his livelihood when he saved Captain James West’s life. The action had been heroic and self-sacrificing. Pierce had not given any thought to his own safety. Beyond that, however, during the long war, James West had had occasion to save other men’s lives, and his own had been protected by the actions of others. Neither he nor those others had clung to the incidents as Pierce did. Then again, Jim realized, none of the others to his knowledge, nor himself, had suffered an injury such as Pierce’s, one that altered their entire lives. Irritation and guilt.
“Pierce, I cannot betray my Indian friends. They trust me.”
“Good God, Captain,” Madden scoffed. “They’re only Indians!”
Now Loren Norwood appeared through the rear door. Jim had to wonder if he had been lingering there, waiting for the opportune moment to return, perhaps eavesdropping, though the distance might have precluded hearing much. He strolled across the room to the three men, a lit cigar in his hand now. “Well, Matthew. Have you explained the situation to your little brother?”
Matt got to his feet. “I’ve been trying, Mr. Norwood.”
Jim wondered if he heard fear in his brother’s voice. If all Matt said was true, what did he have to fear? He gazed up at the stocky man. “I’m assuming you chose Matthew because you realized his kinship to me, and for no other reason.”
Norwood smiled. “It figured into the matter, certainly. I am not a man who usually enters into a transaction rashly. I try to investigate all the angles. I have friends in the military as well as in government departments, and I’ve often heard that when ticklish problems arise, James West is summoned. You seem to have a particular affinity toward the redskins.”
“I respect them and their lifestyle,” Jim replied quietly. He always had. As a boy, one place of refuge he always found had been with a small tribe of surviving Seneca who resided in the area. They never cared about who his father had been or what he had done. Especially after Matthew deserted him, he would spend hours with the tribe. Before he left New York, they had initiated him into the tribe as a blood brother, a ritual that had been repeated among various tribes he encountered in later years.
“Now look, West, it’s not as though I plan to steal everything they have. You’ve got to realize, these ignorant savages do not know how to take advantage of the situation. In some instances, they have neither the knowledge nor the finances. I can provide both. I will share the wealth.”
“I’m sure,” Jim replied sarcastically. “Ninety percent for you, ten percent for the tribes.” He pushed himself to his feet. “You might as well release me or kill me, Norwood. I am not going to be persuaded to your way of thinking.”
Norwood appeared unperturbed. “That remains to be seen. Maybe I haven’t played all my cards yet.” He looked toward Matthew, who quickly dropped his gaze.
“Mr. Norwood, the captain isn’t stupid,” Pierce Madden said, pleasantly. “He’ll come around. This is just kind of sudden for him, right, Captain?” Jim fixed the former corporal with an icy stare. Unlike Matt, Madden simply grinned. “Captain West always pays his debts, Mr. Norwood. He owes me big time. He knows that. He’s an honorable man.”
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Artemus Gordon paced around the small confines of the varnish car, his frustrations and anxieties boiling over. Where are you, James? I have no clue where to look. These mountains are too extensive! I’ve never felt more helpless in my life! All I know is that you are somewhere in these mountains, between here and Hamilton… a vast, rugged area.
James West should have met him here at the siding yesterday. Ordinarily, a delay of twenty-four hours might not have bothered Artie that much. This one did, however. He had never felt easy about the whole situation, he knew now. The joy of being with Lily had overshadowed the unsettled sensations for awhile. Almost as soon as he had reached Missoula, the fretfulness had returned, even before the appointed meeting time. Somehow he had known that James was not going to show up. Pierce Madden was not to be trusted.
Gordon had contacted the authorities in Missoula. When they stated they had had not seen nor heard from James West, he had asked them to contact the law in towns on this side and the opposite side of the mountains into which Jim and Madden had ventured. Thus far, every answer received had been the same. Neither man had been seen since they left Hamilton nearly a week ago now.
Because Jim had not known exactly where Madden was going to take him, the location of this “lodge,” Artemus had no notion of where to start looking. The sheriff in Missoula had frowned and shaken his head when asked about a hunting lodge belonging to Loren Norwood. He had no knowledge of its existence, let alone its location. The question had been posed in the wires to the other towns, with similar answers, although one sheriff acknowledged he had met Norwood several years previous.
“What do I do, James? Where do I start?” Artemus threw his hands in the air, then expelled a long breath. First, Artemus, you start thinking rationally. You find a guide. The sheriff should be able to recommend a good one. You get a guide, supplies, maps of the area… then head out. Wherever Jim West is, he’s waiting for you. Relying on you. He never let you down, Artemus. You can’t let him down.
The little talking-to, aloud and in his head, helped calm him down some. The weather was still good at least. Although clouds and chilly temperatures had been lingering over the area, no snow had fallen except at the very summit of the highest peaks. That was a plus. With any luck, they would be able to find a trail, some sign of the men’s presence…
Why would Pierce Madden want to do any harm to Jim West? Jim was his meal-ticket. When Madden got into any difficulty, financial or otherwise, he knew all he had to do was call on James West. Artemus shook his head. The pair must have gotten into some sort of trouble. An accident maybe, with one or both injured. All the more reason to get going. He…
Hearing the sound on the platform outside the car, Artemus turned expectantly, hoping the door would open to reveal the smiling face of his missing friend. Instead, a knock sounded. Could be someone with some news, he told himself, swiftly crossing to pull the door open. He stared at the tall, handsome man standing there.
“American Knife!”
The Cheyenne medicine man grinned. “Surprise, Gordon. Are you going to ask me in?”
“Of course, of course. Come on in. I apologize. I am a bit distracted, and your appearance startled me.”
The Indian stepped inside. He was garbed in leather breeches, a feather in his long dark hair, but wore a heavy plaid woolen jacket. “I spoke to the sheriff. I know that West is missing. I have come to help.”
“You have? That’s wonderful! How?” Artemus stared at the man. “Do you know where Norwood’s lodge is?”
“No. This is not my territory. I was visiting some kin up near the Canadian border, with six of my men. We were on our way home. But one of my braves once lived in this area, working as a hunting guide. May I bring him in?”
“Please do!” Suddenly Artemus Gordon felt as if the weight of the world had been lifted from his shoulders. He was no longer alone.
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