Knightly looked silently at Darcy, who shook his head. “No, that’s all right, Elton,” said Knightly, “you can go home now. Gabriel and I will be working late. We’ll lock up. See you in the morning.” After the clerk shut the door, the gentlemen’s attention returned to the map.

“See?” Knightly ran a finger along a line drawn on it. “My advance team chose this route about a year ago. We looked at it several more times. As you can see, it runs along the north bank of the Long Branch River through the town before crossing here and onto your land.”

Darcy’s stomach turned as his blood ran cold. “I have to ask you—are you certain no one has seen this?”

Knightly was affronted but tried to hide it. “Absolutely. We have shown these, the only maps of the project, to no one before tonight. These are the only copies, and they are kept in that safe. Only my brother and I have the combination.”

“I beg your pardon, Mr. Knightly, but I had to ask.”

“Is something wrong?”

Darcy struggled with how to answer. He had only suspicions, not proof. “I don’t know. Is it possible that your advance team was questioned?”

“No. You see, Mr. Darcy, my surveyors are instructed most carefully on what to say if approached. I have worked with them on other projects, and they have never violated our trust. To what do these questions pertain?”

Darcy sighed. “There’ve been some… incidents over this area.” He pointed to the new settlements.

“Hmm. That’s problematic. If we run into any difficulties, we can always go a bit farther north. I’d hate to put an unnecessary curve in the line, but that’s better than extortion.”

“That won’t help. All the land north of the river is owned by the same landowner now.”

Knightly looked up. “Really? I understand your questions, then. Perhaps the team was observed and a lucky guess was made. It’s never happened before, but there’s always the first time. I suppose you know the owner.”

Darcy wanted to be sick. “Yes, I do.”

“Do you think there will be a problem securing the right-of-way?”

“I’m not sure.” Darcy ran other possible motivations for seeking control of the bottomland through his head and came up with only one reason. To sell. “Probably not.”

Knightly sat back. “Well, if there gets to be a problem—if the price is driven up too high—we can always go to our alternative route. Actually, that’s better for you, as we’d be buying more rights from your Pemberley.”

“Perhaps. But no stop on that route, correct?”

“True. We’ll only put in a station if we go through the Town of Rosings.”

Darcy’s stomach clenched again. “The station would be of greater overall value to me and everyone else. I have to ask you to try to use the original route.”

“That’s our opinion as well. If you decide to invest in this project, can we count on you to help calm any rough waters?”

Darcy swallowed thickly. “You have my assurances. I’m in. I’ll be happy to invest in your company.”

“Wonderful!” Knightly cried, taking the rancher by the hand. “We’ve just about raised all the capital we’ll need to get started.”

“I’ll be by tomorrow to finalize the papers and arrange for delivery of the funds.” The two chatted for a few more minutes before Darcy took his leave. As he walked out of the office building, José Estrada, who had accompanied his employer to Fort Worth, fell in step beside him.

“So, we get the dinner now, boss?” José asked as the two walked the sidewalks of the city towards their hotel.

Darcy couldn’t answer—he just nodded his head. He was too busy reevaluating his cousin, Catherine Burroughs. He always knew she was a hard-nosed businesswoman, but he never dreamed she was capable of murder.

Until now.

TO G WHITEHEAD—stop—HARVEST IS IN—stop—SILO IS FULL—stop—READY TO START ON NEW BARN—stop—SUGGEST YOU PREPARE BACK FORTY—stop—MOTHER MISSES YOU—stop—E—end

“What the hell does that mean?” cried Denny.

Whitehead laughed. “It’s a coded message from Elton, my man inside the Knightly syndicate. Allow me to enlighten you. ‘Harvest is in’—that means that the investor meetings are completed. ‘Silo is full’ and ‘ready to start on the new barn’ means that the Knightlys have all the funds they need to move forward with the railroad and that construction will start soon. The words ‘back forty’ means that we better have all our affairs in order, because the syndicate will start acquiring rights-of-way.” He tossed the telegram on the desk. “See? I told you all we had to do was wait and the riches would come to us!”

“Yeah? When?”

“Soon.”

“What’s that about your mother? I thought you said you was an orphan.”

“That means Elton’s available for a meeting.”

“So, you goin’?”

Whitehead nodded, his face studying Denny’s countenance. A sudden idea came to him. “Why don’t you come with me? That way you can talk to Elton yourself—see how things are going. What about it?”

Collins perked up. “All of us?”

“No, you need to stay here to help keep Burroughs and Phillips happy. It’ll just be Denny and me with a couple of riders.”

“What about… her?” Pyke asked, pointing a finger upstairs.

“That’s your job,” Whitehead said easily, betraying the tension he felt when talking about the girl. “Keep her out of sight. You can do that, can’t you?”

“Yeah,” sneered Denny, “keep my property well looked after. Just don’t look too close, partner,” he added, patting his holstered gun.

Collins started to open his mouth, but whatever he was going to say, he thought better of it. Whitehead didn’t need to hear it, anyway, for the banker was only going to voice what had been running through his own mind. The girl had become a distraction and a threat. Things were too important; the money and the power that would come with it were too damn close to chance that she would be discovered.

Denny walked to the window. “When do you wanna leave? Been raining hard for two days. Roads will be muddy for sure.”

“As soon as it stops. We’ll go on horseback rather than the carriage. Be faster.”

Yes, Whitehead thought, the faster I get to Fort Worth to get my update from Elton, the faster I can get back here and tie up all loose ends. And that includes the girl. Denny will just have to find another toy. Lily Bennet needs to disappear for good.

It didn’t stop raining until after Darcy returned to Pemberley. The next evening he learned from his spies in town that Whitehead, Denny, and a couple of riders had left that morning for Fort Worth.

Ironic, he thought. Another day and we might have met on the road. I wonder what would have happened. Would Whitehead and his party have just passed by, or would we have settled this thing out there in the wilderness once and for all? Darcy knew he wouldn’t have started anything, but he also knew he was prepared to end it.

He forced himself to stop thinking of Whitehead; he had more pressing issues on his mind. The storms had scattered his cattle all over the range. Every hand was needed for the roundup. He knew he had days in the saddle before him.