“Good for you,” Lawrence Fisch said.
Abe Haslett colored. “This pa you keep mentionin’, he was in the South, you say? Right after the war? And he was in business?”
“Your ears work at least,” Lawrence replied.
“That would make him a carpetbagger,” Abe Haslett said. “One of those vultures who preyed on us when we were down, buyin’ land cheap and such so they could fill their pokes.”
“Now, you hold on,” Lawrence bristled. “My father is always fair and honest in his dealings.”
“Sure he is, boy,” Abe said with thick scorn. “He is a stinkin’ Yankee carpetbagger and you are the son of a stinkin’ Yankee carpetbagger.”
Chester thought he should say something. “Please. Let’s not provoke one another. There is no call for this.”
“There is plenty of call,” Abe Haslett said, and motioned at his brothers. “My kin and me hate Yankee carpetbaggers. Our family, our friends, lost land and valuables to the scum.”
“You better not mean my father when you say that,” Lawrence Fisch said.
“If the shoe fits, boy. He is a Yankee and he was a carpetbagger, so that makes him scum the same as the rest.”
“The hell you say, you damn Reb,” Lawrence said angrily, and put his hands on his nickel-plated Remingtons.
“You just made the biggest mistake of your life, pup,” Abe Haslett said, and went for his own hardware.
Minutes earlier, in the bedroom of Chester and Adolphina Luce, Ernestine Frost pried herself from the man she had married and dreamily asked, “Did you just hear a bell?”
“All I hear is my heart pounding in my chest,” Jeeter told her. It had been his idea to come upstairs. They could not see the street from the kitchen and he wanted to keep a close eye on things and note the posse’s comings and goings. Ernestine had refused to stay in the kitchen alone.
“What if this poor woman wakes up? She will be mad as can be and will take it out on me.”
“She won’t wake up for a month of Sundays,” Jeeter had responded. But he let Ernestine come. The bedroom was small but nicely furnished and smelled of pleasant odors. They had not made it to the window, though. Halfway across, Jeeter took her in his arms and kissed her as he had hankered to kiss her ever since they said their I do’s. She had the softest lips, this woman. One kiss was not enough. They had kissed and kissed and kissed some more, until Jeeter thought his chest would explode. “I didn’t hear no bell and I am a better hearer than you.”
“I am sure I did,” Ernestine insisted.
“Maybe it was a wedding bell,” Jeeter joked.
“Oh, you.” Ernestine grinned. “You are superbly wonderful, do you know that?”
Jeeter wished he could stand there forever with his arms around her waist and that loving look in her eyes. “I have been called many things but never wonderful.”
“Any woman would be proud to call you hers.”
Jeeter knew better. “The only female I want is you, so it has worked out right fine.”
Ernestine giggled, then said tenderly, “Each moment with you is a moment of discovery for me.”
“Discovery?” Jeeter repeated.
“I learn truths about myself I never realized,” Ernestine explained. “You bring me out of myself.”
“Is that a good thing?”
“It is a very good thing,” Ernestine assured him, and tilted her face to be kissed yet again.
Jeeter would gladly have obliged her, but at the juncture hooves clomped in the street. “Hold on,” he said, and darted to the window. Cautiously parting the curtains, he peered down on four dark silhouettes and their mounts.
“Who are they?” Ernestine whispered at his elbow.
“Maybe more of the posse showing up late.”
“Oh Lord. There must be a couple of dozen. We can’t let them find us, Jeeter. I will die if anything happens to you.”
Jeeter smiled at her. “I ain’t about to be bucked out in gore now that I have you.”
“But there are so many,” Ernestine fretted. “We should leave. Now. Before we are found out.”
“You worry too much,” Jeeter said. “The safest place to be is right under their nose.”
Ernestine crooked her neck around. “I just heard the bell again.”
Jeeter heard voices. He looked outside. The mayor was talking to the four newcomers. “Did he just come out of the store?”
“That’s what that bell was!” Ernestine exclaimed. “The one over the front door.”
“Then he has seen his wife,” Jeeter guessed, and lowered his hand to his Colt Lightning.
Placing her hand on his, Ernestine pleaded, “No shooting! Please! There are too many of them.”
“He will warn them.”
“Let’s just go,” Ernestine urged. “Let’s sneak out the back and get our horses and leave Coffin Varnish before they find us.”
“You want me to tuck tail and run?”
“It is not running. It is avoiding trouble,” Ernestine answered. “Besides, didn’t you tell me that you left Dodge to avoid the Blight brothers? This is no different.”
“I didn’t have you then.”
Puzzled, Ernestine asked, “How am I a factor?”
“No man likes to show yellow in front of his sweetheart,” Jeeter said. “I would as soon go down with my guns blazing as be a coward in your eyes.”
