Jodi Thomas - The Lone Texan

He looked up at Drum. "I'd given up any hope till you got out. You got the doctor out too, and neither of you crossed through Skull Alley." He took a drink of coffee. "I know, 'cause I sat up there for three days waiting to shoot anything that moved in that canyon.”

Captain Harmon drew his attention back. "How'd you know the doc was back in Galveston?"

"We got a man there who sends word on anything he thinks the count might like to know. He sent a note that he'd keep her occupied until we got there

"How'd he know who Sage was?"

Luther shrugged. "He was at the robbery when Charlie and his men took her. He says he's an almost relative, whatever the hell that is”

The captain kept questioning Luther, but Drum had listened to enough. Bonnie had told him there was only one man who was in the room with Sage when the robbery happened: Shelley Lander.

When the captain took a break from questioning, Drum moved beside him. "Cap, I know who the spy in Galveston is”

"So do I, a scum of a gambler named Lander." He put his hand on Drum's shoulder. "I also know what you're thinking. Someone needs to warn Sage. When he sent the note, he must have not known that she'd be leaving with her brother. But if she told Shelley where she was headed, this count is just crazy enough to go after her."

"I'm on my way," Drum said.

Captain Harmon nodded, then added, "Take Daniel Torry with you. A hard ride with a hangover will do him good”

Drum motioned to Daniel. "Saddle up. I'll explain on the way."

Daniel looked confused. "What about killing Luther? I don't want to miss out on that”

As much as he'd like to stay around and beat Luther to death. Drum knew he had to get to Sage before Shelley had time to send word of where she had gone. He'd find out they'd left for Austin, and from there someone would have probably noticed what direction they took. Drum doubted Travis would speak to Shelley, even if he rode all the way to Austin. Travis wasn't friendly with his relatives on most days, much less someone else's, but there were those who knew where the wagons were heading, and Shelley might luck out and talk to one of them.

Captain Harmon waved them off. "We'll try to hold him long enough so he'll be waiting when you get back. If I have any luck, he'll be in the cell next to Lander.”

Like two wild kids dismissed from school, Roak and Daniel took off at a full gallop.

A NOVEMBER ICE STORM. WHICH HAD MELTED INTO miles of mud, slowed Drum's progress.

He'd talked Daniel into riding north of Galveston in hopes of saving a few days, but they were almost three weeks behind Sage. The shortcut helped little.

Drum missed her in Austin by two weeks, as he figured he would. Travis talked them into staying one night. He wanted details about Luther. Drum could see it in his eyes; Travis was making his own list. He might wear a suit and look to all the world like a respected lawyer, but part of him was wild and always would be. Drum wouldn't be surprised if Travis McMurray went after the man. He was probably thinking the same thing Drum was. One lone man could get in and out of the camp, leaving no sign behind, only one dead count.

After everyone went to bed. Drum walked the streets of the capital city. He couldn't sleep without knowing Sage was safe, so he tried to picture asking her to live here with him. Austin was exciting, but he couldn't see either of them being happy to ride their horses around a park. The stores were fun to look into, and there were more places to eat than he could name. He'd never thought about where they'd live or what he'd do to make a living: he'd just wanted to be with her.

When Drum turned Satan toward Elmo's Trading Post the next morning, he was on familiar ground. He'd made the trip many times and knew where all the best roads were and where to stop for the night. Daniel stayed up with him at every turn. He even stopped drinking, claiming it was a waste of time to try to swallow at the speed they rode.

The winds blew from the north, and mud slowed them more than rain. Both had good mounts, but Drum knew not to push them too hard. Satan was a McMurray horse, one of the finest in the state. If he rode Satan to ground getting to Sage, she'd never forgive him. The woman was almost born on a horse and probably loved them far more than she'd ever care about any man.

When they stopped to rest the horses, Daniel slept and Roak paced.

One afternoon. Daniel leaned up from his nap and said, "What's bothering you? You know Sage is safe. They couldn't have gotten to her yet. Even if the count sent another man after Luther, he couldn't be traveling faster than we are. Something else is festering like a burr under your saddle!'

Drum squatted down beside Daniel. "It's that boy of Luther Waddell's. I can't stop thinking about him there in the camp."

Daniel sat up. "I didn't see any kids while I was there. My guess is the women who have them keep them out of harm's way. As many years as the hideout has been there, you know a few kids are there somewhere. I saw clothes on the lines near the little houses along the pasture line. Maybe that's where the wives stay. There wouldn't be many. The kind of man who lives that life picks his mates by the hour."

Drum agreed, then added, "Do you think if I showed Luther the back way, he could go in and get them all out before the firing starts?"

"There's a chance he'd turn on you and warn Hanover we were coming. Or, just as likely, one of the wives would tell her man and blow the plan.”

Drum nodded. "Maybe, but I don't think so. He looked real sad when he talked about his family. Surely he'd know who to trust."

Daniel stood. "We could ask the captain when we get back. I'm kind of hoping the count dies of the fever before then, but in camps like that, there is always someone else to take the big snake's place."

"Time to ride.”

Daniel stepped into the saddle. "I was afraid you were going to say that.”

They crossed through open country and reached Elmo's Trading Post by mid-afternoon the next day.

Daniel pulled his horse. "Holy smokes, Roak, I thought we'd be riding into a little cluster of buildings around a trading post, not a town”

Roak stared. "I don't know what happened. The place looks like it's doubled." There was a regular main street with stores and a church next to the bank. A block away was a dance hall and a couple of saloons as well as homes lined up in rows.

They walked their horses down the dirt street, noticing construction happening all around them.

"Folks are moving to Texas faster than sugar ants move into a molasses pantry.” Daniel pointed at a café. "You think we could stop for some food? I've been eating your cooking for so long, my teeth are thinking about falling out in protest."

Drum shook his head. "Between you and Sage I'm starting to question my skills as a cook."

"What skills?" Daniel grumbled.

He made no move to turn in at the café. "Come on. I want to see Sage before we eat. Then I'll buy you the biggest steak we can find.”

Daniel took a deep draw on the air as they passed a bakery. "I figured that. How about we take her some hot rolls? Women like it if you bring them something.”

"Rolls?"

Daniel grinned. "Works better than flowers, I'm told. It would on me anyway.”

Roak pointed to an old building with a crooked porch wrapped around it. "I'll check with Elmo, the old trading post owner. He'll know if Sage is staying in town. I'll meet you back here in five minutes. You get the rolls.”

Roak walked across the street as Daniel hurried into the bakery.

The trading post looked about the same as it always had. The area where Elmo stored mail was gone, replaced with shelves of dry goods. Roak stood in the doorway and watched an old man, withered on one side, move toward him.

"Can I help you, mister?" Elmo Anderson said with gravel in his voice.

"I hope so. I'm looking for Sage McMurray.”

Elmo glanced up and smiled. "Drummond Roak." He let the name roll around in his mouth a little before he got it out. "It's good to see you again. I hear some mighty fine things about you, son”

Elmo had always been nice to Roak. He'd given him small hauling jobs when he was a kid.

"It's good to see you too, old man. How'd you let this town get so big?"

"You sound just like Teagen McMurray." Ehno shook his head. "I don't know how it happened. Let a few people in, and before you know it, things get out of hand." He laughed. "They want to name it after me. Can you imagine?"

"No offense, but Elmo don't sound like much of a name for a town”

He agreed. "And Anderson don't sound like nothing special, so I'm thinking they should name it Anderson's Glen." Drum frowned. "There's no glen."

"I know," Elmo snickered, "but my mother was Irish, and I think she'd like the sound of it”

"I agree. Now about Sage?" He asked before Elmo got started on something else.

"They're settling in at a house north of town. It's off by itself. I heard Teagen say he wanted Sage to be able to see the hills so she'd know she wasn't that far from home. It's a pretty whitewash with trim on it as dainty as lace. Teagen got the place built for her just like she told him, but I don't think they're open for business yet. You'd better hurry if you want to catch her. She rides home ever' night to the ranch." He laughed. "And you know Sage; if she'd riding, no one's going to catch her"

Roak said a hurried good-bye and rushed out the door just as a tribe of school-aged boys bombarded the place.

Daniel was waiting by the horses when Drum crossed the street. "I thought you were going to buy some rolls?" "I did, a dozen, but I ate them while I was waiting."