Texas Blue

chapter 21



LEWT FOUGHT THE URGE TO COVER EM’S EARS SO SHE wouldn’t wake, but it was too late. She was already scrambling to her feet.

“Stay here,” he ordered. “I’ll see who it is and then tell them I’ll go looking for you.” When he glanced back, he noticed that her hair had pulled free of the braid and was flying around her shoulders. “Try to tame that wild, beautiful hair of yours.”

Fighting down a smile, he headed for the door, thinking that when they were alone again he’d curl his fingers in the sunlight gold of her hair.

He couldn’t resist one last look. She was trying to find her boots and tuck in her shirt at the same time. There was little left of the hard woman who’d ordered him around for days.

He walked slowly to the door, making little effort to look like whoever was pounding hadn’t woke him.

“What is it?” he said as he opened the door. “No one must be up to answer the door in this place. I almost killed myself tumbling down the stairs.”

A tall, dust-covered ranger frowned at Lewt. “What are you doing here, Paterson?”

Lewt tried to see past the mud and hair. “Wyatt Platt? Is that you? Hell, you look like you lost a fight with a tornado.”

Wyatt pushed him aside and walked in. “I don’t have time to figure out why you’re opening the McMurray door. I need to speak to Teagen McMurray. It’s urgent. I’ve been traveling two days by train and horse to get here.”

“Teagen’s not here. Where’s Duncan? You rode out with him a week ago, didn’t you?” Lewt hadn’t spent a great deal of time talking to any of the other rangers, but he thought he remembered Wyatt being somewhere in the barn the last time he saw Duncan. The thin man had a way about him. He moved like he was made out of rawhide: easy, bendable, boneless. People didn’t seem to notice that Wyatt Platt was in the room until the fight started. Maybe because he was thin as a board, he had the ability to blend into the woodwork.

Wyatt looked as out of place in the big house as a toad at a banquet. Lewt’s words about Teagen not being home didn’t seem to sink in, because the ranger looked around. Finally he shouted, “I’ll talk to any McMurray. Travis or Tobin will do. I need help fast.”

Em’s slim frame walked from the kitchen, her hair now pulled back into one long thick braid. “I’m Emily McMurray; who are you?”

Wyatt straightened and introduced himself. The ranger actually looked nervous.

Lewt almost growled aloud. Em would probably get in big trouble for passing herself off as a McMurray, but somehow he couldn’t imagine poor injured Emily upstairs standing up to the ranger. For all he knew Emily McMurray had shoved Em out of the kitchen and told her to play like she was the family member at home.

To Lewt’s surprise, Wyatt removed his hat and shifted from foot to foot before he finally continued, “I come from the border hoping I can round up some help, ma’ am. Duncan is in real trouble, may be already dead. I remember him talking about a few men who work on his ranch who know the badlands across into Mexico near Adobes. He said they know that part of the country like the back of their hand and told stories about the people who hid out there.”

“Haven’t men already gone after Duncan?”

The ranger shook his head. “Everyone from the captain of the rangers to the army has orders that no one is to cross over, but Duncan got left behind when we made the raid, and I’m afraid if we don’t go get him he might not be able to make it back alive. I figured I could come here to get a guide. Or, if none is able to ride, I’ ll try to go in alone. Not knowing where anything is, it won’t be easy, but I’m going down there after my friend, orders or no orders. I’ll bring him back, dead or alive, but I’ll bring him back.”

Em motioned for them to follow her to the kitchen.

Lewt noticed Sumner standing in the doorway listening to every word the strange rider had said. He nodded for Sumner to follow, and the old man did.

Lewt made coffee while Em brought out bread and cheese for Wyatt. “Now slow down, Ranger, and tell us everything.”

Wyatt ate a few bites, then forced himself to slow as he began to talk and eat at the same time.

Lewt would have been surprised if the man had had any food in days.

The ranger told them all that had happened. The raid led by Captain McNelly and all that had happened the first night. Wyatt said he talked to Duncan the next morning before the cattle were released and every man was fighting to get in the saddle before he was caught in the stampede. He explained that when they reached the Texas side of the river, Duncan wasn’t with them, but his horse remained tied at the bank on the other side. Wyatt told how he swam the river and untied the horse. He tried to get someone to go back with him to look but everyone had orders not to cross.

He downed half a cup of hot coffee before adding, “I waited a day, hoping to see some sign of Duncan. If I’d seen him crawling toward the water I would have gone after him no matter how many guards had been placed to shoot any man stepping foot in Mexico.”

Wyatt took another drink. “The next night I was still waiting. I got lucky and saw a gambler crossing far down the river from where we’d run the cattle over. He wasn’t too interested in talking to me, but I got him to tell me what he knew. He said he heard there was a wounded ranger being held at a way station of a ranch that sold supplies, guns, and whiskey to whoever needed them. He wasn’t sure, but he thought the place was called Three Forks. He claimed the old woman who owns it bragged that she planned to auction the Texas Ranger off like he was a prize pig. Said there were so many outlaws who hated rangers, the bidding could go pretty high and the show it would make would be good for business.”

Sumner shook his head. “If that was two days ago, he’s already dead.”

Wyatt nodded at the old man in respect. “Maybe, maybe not. The gambler said the old lady was patching him up. She seemed to think a standing ranger might go for more than a wounded, near-dead one. The gambler laughed and told me the old woman was good, she’d draw it out as long as she could.”

“Did the gambler see Duncan?” Lewt asked.

Wyatt shook his head. “No, but he did mention that several around the poker game that night laughed about how they’d like to kill a Texas Ranger real slow.”

Lewt paced the kitchen. “You believe this gambler?” he asked.

Wyatt gave him an odd look. “Much as I believe any gambler. By the way, what are you doing here? This is the last place I would have expected to find the likes of you.”

“You know each other?” Em asked.

Wyatt nodded. “Duncan always has been one to have all level of friends. I didn’t think he sent them home to visit, though.”

Lewt stared at him for a moment. Right now it didn’t matter much if the ranger gave him away. Lewt had far more important things to worry about. “I’m going after Duncan with you. I’ve heard of high-stakes games down there at a place called Three Forks. If they’ll let one gambler in, they’ll let me.”

Wyatt shook his head. “You have no idea where this ranch is that houses both gamblers and outlaws. You’d just get yourself killed, and if Duncan does manage to get out he’d blame me for letting you go down there.”

Lewt’s gaze hardened. “I don’t believe I’m your problem, Wyatt.”

Sumner raised his head. “I know where Three Forks is, though when I was down there, it was more a trading post and whorehouse than a ranch. Twenty years ago it was a place wild as any outlaw holdup ever born. Near as I remember it was run by a woman named Toledo. Heard someone say once that she’d been a beauty until her brother burned off half of her face. I saw her once. She wore a veil.”

Em frowned. “Why would a brother do that?”

Sumner shrugged. “Folks said she got pregnant without being married and embarrassed the whole family. Heard they made her drink something that caused her to lose the baby. From what I could see the scars had twisted more inside of her than the skin outside. She was as cruel a woman as I’ve ever met. If she has Duncan, there’s no telling what she’ll do.”

Wyatt almost jumped out of his chair. “That’s it. I heard the gambler say the witch who auctioned off secrets and people alike was named Toledo. We’ve got to go get him out of there.”

Lewt and Sumner agreed and stood.

Em looked from one man to another as if all three had gone mad. “This is crazy. Sumner, you’re too old to ride across the border, and Lewt, you’ll never pass for a gambler. This sounds like a mission that would get you all killed.”

Wyatt smiled. “Oh, believe me, Miss Emily, this guy will pass for a gambler, and Sumner was a legend in his day. If he’s half the man he was, I’d ride with him any day.”

“Great!” Em stood. “Then I’m going with you. He’s my cousin.”

All three men shouted no at the same time, but she’d already started packing supplies.