Summary: Tara Johnson is alone – and running for her life. She finds herself in Medicine Bow, beaten and horseless, and meets two kind cowboys willing to help her. But what will they do when they learn the stakes of getting involved?
Category: The Virginian
Genre: Western
Rated: G
Word Count: 7,338
“Well, that was easy.” Trampas said, the campfire glowing upon his face. The night was dark and the trees were shadows around them.
“It aint over yet,” the Virginian said, pushing his hat back on his head. ‘I’m telling you bossman we should have stopped for a drink in that last town.”
“Not with this,” he replied, patting the envelope in his pocket containing $20,000. “Not until we get it into the Judge’s safe.”
“No reason to worry now,” Trampas said. “We’re only a few hours from Shiloh.”
“Yeah, I know,” the Virginian said. “If the horses didn’t need a rest we’d be there already.” They had ridden hard for several days.
Trampas stretched his arms and legs with a soft groan. “I’m gonna sleep well after this.”
“You’re not the only one.” he said, moving more comfortably against his saddle.
“I wish the Judge would make deals closer to home.”
“He makes ‘em where he can get ‘em.” The Virginian replied.
“Yo,” Trampas said, lifting a cup of coffee to his lips.
“What was that?” the Virginian asked, sitting taut and holding out a hand to silence Trampas.
“What was what?” Trampas whispered.
“Listen.” The two men scanned the surrounding woods. There it was again. A crunch in the brush.
The Virginian sprang to his feet and whipped out his gun, as did Trampas.
“Whoever’s out there, come into the light,” The Virginian commanded. There was no response, no sound. The Virginian pointed his gun to the side, indicating Trampas circle around. In a few moments Trampas called out, then a small figure ran out of the woods.
“Hold on there,” the Virginian said, holstering his gun and grabbing the person. The hat fell off, releasing long, tangled hair. He looked down at the face and saw high cheekbones clouded with fading, purple bruises. Wide, frightened eyes looked up at him.
“Hey, it’s okay.” The Virginian said softly. “We’re not going to hurt you.” She uselessly struggled against his strong grip. “We’re not going to hurt you.”
Trampas walked up and whistled. “What’ve we got here?”
“Please, let me go!” a scratched voice cried out as she feebly hit the Virginian with her travel bag.
“Not so fast,” the Virginian replied. She looked up at his concerned face. His soft green eyes with specks of brown dove into her. Struggle was useless. It was all too much. Her body went limp as dizziness overcame her.
*****
The small fire crackled under the dark, diamond studded sky. Flames threw shadows on the faces of Trampas and the Virginian, pensively watching the young woman sitting across the fire from them. She was wrapped in a blanket and held the coffee cup they gave her so tightly between her hands that her knuckles gleamed white. Her travel bag lay at her feet. She hadn’t spoken a word since she fainted; other than eating the beans they shared, she merely stared into the fire.
“Would you like some more?” Trampas offered solicitously. She jerked, as though suddenly aware of their presence. “Seems to me you haven’t eaten in some time.”
She shook her head no.
“What’s your name?” the Virginian asked gently. She took a long moment to answer, her eyes never leaving the fire.
“Tara.”
“Glad to make your acquaintance, Tara. I’m Trampas, and this here’s the Virginian.”
“What are you doing out here?” the Virginian asked.
“My horse spooked. I don’t know why. He threw me and ran off.” She picked up a stick and absent mindedly poked at the fire. She looked up at him with big, serious eyes tinged with fear, and he felt a pang of sorrow. Judging by her ragged appearance, the Virginian figured she’d been wandering for some time.
“Who are you running from?” he asked softly.
“You have been kind,” her rough voice answered back. “Thank you for the food and coffee.” She stood unsteadily holding her bag and prepared to leave.
The Virginian quickly stood and strode to her side, gripping her arms. “You can’t go like this,” he said. “You’re coming to Shiloh.”
“I can’t.”
“Why?” the Virginian asked. She just shook her head.
He turned to Trampas. “Put out the fire. We’re moving out.”
“Now? Trampas asked. Shaking his head, he poured the remaining coffee on the fire, the hissing sending a cloud of smoke into the air. Then he saddled and packed up the horses.
“No, really, I can’t.”
“We’re not leaving you here,” the Virginian said adamantly. He lifted her onto Joe D, his white appaloosa, and climbed up behind her. The three of them rode quietly through the night, the stars and moon glowing above and a soft undulating wind blowing across the range.
She couldn’t help but lean weakly against him. She had to admit it felt good to relax. For the first time in weeks of running, and fear, she felt safe enough to fall asleep as they rode along.
*****
Before Tara opened her eyes, she wondered where she was. There was a soft bed beneath her and a warm quilt lay upon her limp body. Then it came to her. The two men at the campfire, the ride to…wherever she was.
She thought about Trampas and the Virginian. They were kind and willing to help her without asking for anything in return. At least, they hadn’t yet. They could have taken advantage of her the night before, she realized, but they had been perfect gentlemen. And rather handsome too, she mused. She would still check her bag, to make sure everything was there, but she had a feeling they were trustworthy.
A soft knock on the door interrupted her thoughts.
“Good morning,” a young woman said as the door opened. Her brown hair was pulled back and she had a smile on her face. “How are you feeling?”
She came to the bedside and put a tray on the table. Tara struggled to sit up as the young woman poured a cup of coffee.
“We were so worried about you,” the woman continued.” You slept half the day.” Sunlight poured in through the open window, the flowered curtains pulled back.
“I brought coffee, eggs and toast. You must be starved.”
“I am a little hungry.”
“It’s no wonder. I’m Betsy. My father owns Shiloh.”
“Shiloh?”
“The ranch you’re on. Trampas and the Virginian brought you in last night. Don’t you remember?”
“Oh, yes.” Tara replied, reaching for the cup and taking a tentative sip of the steaming liquid.
“I’m so glad you’re here. It’ll be nice to have another girl to talk to. But you’re to rest until you get your strength back. You’re skin and bones.”
“Thank you, Betsy.”
“After you’ve eaten, I’ll set up a bath for you. Your clothes were worn to the hoof. I have plenty you can wear. Fortunately, we look to be the same size.”
Tara felt tears welling up in her eyes. Betsy sat on the bed next to her and took her hand. “Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you cry.”
Tara shook her head. “I’m…so thankful for your kindness.”
“You eat up and I’ll be back in a little while.”
Just then there was a knock and the door opened. The Virginian filled he doorway. He made a striking figure in black jeans and vest, red shirt and black hat. But it was the way he stood, relaxed, strong, and confident, that impressed Tara.
“How’s our guest today?” he asked, thumbs tucked into his gun belt. He smiled wide and his eyes were friendly.
“I’m fine,” Tara replied. “Thank you for your help last night.”
“We couldn’t leave you out there all alone in the wilderness.”
“She needs some quiet time,” Betsy said authoritatively. “And then a bath. You can talk to her later.”
“You’re the boss,” he smiled and they departed the room.
As Betsy closed the door behind her, she looked up seriously at the Virginian.
“What is it?” he asked.
“She has bruises all over her arms and body as well. I can’t imagine who would so such a thing.”
“She’s running from someone. She needs a good rest.”
*****
After a bath, Tara checked her traveling bag. Everything was there, her Bible and Works of Literature, her wallet and money, brush, and a few articles of clothing. And a picture of her with her father. Her heart ached at how happy they were. She quickly stashed it away and put on the lovely dress Betsy left on the bed for her. It felt good to wear something clean and pretty again. As she descended the stairs, she heard voices and followed them to a dining room. The Virginian and Betsy were sitting at the table finishing dinner.
“Come on in!” the Virginian said upon seeing her. He rose from his chair and pulled on out for her. She tentatively walked to the table and slid into the offered seat. He was amazed at her transformation. It wasn’t just the flowered dress of Betsy’s she wore. Her auburn hair was full and rich, her delicate oval face beautiful despite the faded bruises.
“Are you hungry?” Betsy asked, spooning mashed potatoes and a slice of beef onto her plate.
“How’re you feeling?” the Virginian asked.
“Better, thank you.” She replied.
“We’ve already eaten, but please, don’t let that stop you.” Betsy said kindly. Tara took her fork and scooped up mashed potatoes into her mouth. They were warm and creamy.
“Where are you from?” Betsy asked. Tara’s heart ached as she thought about home.
“Lincoln, Nebraska.” She answered, focused on cutting her steak. “My father owned a bank there. We had a lovely home, and people liked him.”
“Sounds like a nice man.”
Betsy said. “He was.”
“Was?” the Virginian asked softly.
Tara nodded. “A few weeks ago, he was…murdered.” Her throat tightened, and she fought to control her emotions.
“Oh, I’m so sorry.” Betsy sympathized.
“Would you like to talk about it?” the Virginian asked softly.
Tara had barely managed to get by so far by not thinking about it. Putting it in words and saying it out loud would bring it all back, make it real. She couldn’t talk about it. Not yet.
She just shook her head.
For the next few days, Tara did little but eat and sleep. Betsy was a blessing, bringing her food and lightly chatting with her between naps. Tara was dismayed at how exhausted she was and how badly she needed the rest. Running had certainly taken its toll. She couldn’t believe her good fortune falling in with Shiloh. The Virginian and Trampas came to visit her more than once. Betsy was kind and friendly. She felt safe, and almost distracted from what led her to this place.
“Would you like to see Shiloh?” The Virginian asked one morning after breakfast. “I’d be pleased to show you around.”
Tara smiled. “I think I can manage it.”
“Do you know how to ride?” the Virginian asked.
“Yes. I learned to ride when I was a child.”
“I don’t think she’s strong enough yet to ride,” Betsy said.
“Then I’ll bring the surrey around.”
“I’ll help pick out something for you to wear,” Betsy said as the Virginian strode from the dining room and left the house.
“I hope I didn’t take too long,” Tara said as she approached the Virginian waiting by the surrey.
“Not at all,” he responded, assisting her aboard and climbing in beside her. Self-conscious of his closeness, she inched away. How she felt near him was unsettling.
The Virginian gave a running narrative as they rode along, pointing out particular sights, adding interesting anecdotes. When they came to a small waterfall and pond surrounded by trees, the Virginian suggested they give the horse a rest.
“It’s so beautiful here,” Tara remarked, watching the sun sparkle on the water.
“Yes, it is,” The Virginian agreed, coming to stand beside her.
“Have you always worked at Shiloh?” Tara asked, taking a step away. His close presence made her aware of his maleness.
“Quite a few years,” he replied.
“You must like your job.”
“I do or I’d leave.”
She smiled, thinking how true it must be. It seemed to fit him.
“And what about you?” the Virginian asked, closing the gap between them. “Do you like it here?”
“I do.” She smiled. “I’m grateful you found me.”
“So am I.” Their eyes met. She turned away.
“What’s troubling you, Tara?” The Virginian asked softly.
She felt her resolve buckle. She didn’t want to talk about it. But his gentle, inviting tone and the comfort she experienced the last few days won her over. She took a deep breath and began. “My father was killed in a bank robbery. He was working late, no one could have known he was there. His partner, Michael Strutford, expected me to marry him. I declined. My father left me quite a bit of money, and I wanted nothing to do with him. His presence always … disturbed me.” She took another deep breath to fortify herself before continuing.
“He said there were business documents my father took from him before he died, and he needed them back. I didn’t believe him. My father wasn’t a thief. I told him if I found any documents, I would let him know.” Her voice grew hard.
“When I returned home from the funeral, the house was in complete disarray. Furniture ripped, paintings torn off the walls, papers scattered all over and books pulled from the shelves. Even my father’s safe was emptied. Michael demanded I give him the papers.” A sob escaped from deep within her.
“He beat me and told me he wouldn’t let me go until he got them.” She began to cry, burying her face in her hands.
The Virginian took her in his arms and held her close. He could feel her shudders as she tried to gain control of her emotions. “Is that who you’re running from?” he asked softly.
Tara nodded.
“You don’t have to run anymore,” he said. “I’ll make sure you’re safe.”
Tara pushed away and faced him. “Why?” Tara asked. “Why would you get involved in my trouble?”
“No trouble at all,” the Virginian assured her.
“But you don’t know Strutford. He’s mean and relentless.”
“I’ve run into his kind before.”
Tara shook her head in wonder. . “I…I don’t know what to say.”
“You don’t have to say anything,” the Virginian said, pulling her close, then leaned down and gave her a gentle kiss.
*****
“So, when do we get to meet this mystery girl?” Steve asked the Virginian that night in the bunkhouse.
“When she’s ready,” he answered, not taking his eyes off his cards.
“What’s her story anyway?” Belden asked.
“She was in pretty bad shape when we found her,” Trampas said.
“How many cards?” Steve asked.
“She’s better now,” the Virginian said. “I’ll take two.”
Steve slid them across the table. “Trampas?”
“You find out who gave her those bruises?” Trampas asked. Three for me.”
“Um hmm.” The Virginian answered. “He’s probably out there right now looking for her.”
“Two,” Belden said. “Poor girl.”
“How long are we going to keep her?” Trampas asked. “There’s a social next Saturday night. Wouldn’t mind taking her. I’ll bet she looks real nice dressed up.”
“She sure does,” the Virginian agreed. The ante was called, and he laid down his cards. A full house.
“I wouldn’t mind a dance with her myself,” Steve said as the Virginian scooped up his winnings.
“I’m taking her to the dance,” the Virginian said. “And if you’re real nice, I might just share.”
*****
The next morning The Virginian brought Tara to the sheriff’s office.
“Well, uh, why didn’t you just give him what he wanted?” Ryker asked her.
“I would have gladly if I had it!” She looked questioningly at Ryker, who wore an unreadable expression. “You don’t believe me?”
“Of course he does,” the Virginian reassured her.
“Did you go to the law?” Ryker asked.
“I couldn’t. Michael refused to leave my house until they were found. I escaped through the back window to get away from him.”
“You can’t run forever,” the Virginian said.
“I know.” She lowered her head. “He’s following me.”
“How do you know that?” Ryker asked.
“I took the stage to Denver, then a few days later saw him there. I don’t think he saw me. I bought a horse and rode away. Then I met the Virginian and Trampas.”
“And, uh, that was just a few days ago, right?” Ryker asked.
“Yes.”
“So, what do we do?” the Virginian asked his friend.
“Not much. Until he, uh, actually does something and we catch him at it, there’s nothing we can make stick.”
“She’s telling ya that he’s after her.” The Virginian said.
“And you have no idea what he’s looking for, or where it is?” Ryker asked.
Tara shook her head.
“Well maybe he won’t come to Medicine Bow.” Ryker said.
“And maybe he will,” the Virginian said roughly.
“You tell me what he looks like,” Ryker said. “I’ll watch out for him. In the meantime,” he turned to the Virginian, “she should be safe at Shiloh.”
“You bet she will.” The Virginian said vehemently.
Strutford was a tall, broad-shouldered man with short dark hair and a square, chiseled face. He considered himself a ladies’ man, but Tara found him cold. When he was agitated, he pulled at his ear or tapped his fingers. She wasn’t sure how good he was with a gun, never saw him drink much. He did play poker, though she didn’t think he was very good. Her father had remarked once that he was a bad loser. There wasn’t much more she could tell Ryker. Then she and the Virginian left his office to return to Shiloh.
“How long do you expect me to stay?” Tara asked as the Virginian guided the surrey back to the house.
“As long as it takes.” He replied.
She looked out over the beautiful countryside. “As much as I would like to, I can’t live here forever.”
“Why not?” the Virginian smiled. “Betsy would like it.”
“Seriously. I can’t keep living off you,” Tara said. “I have to do something.”
“What would you like to do?” “Well, I tutored back home. And I did readings.”
“Reading what?”
“Shakespeare, Oscar Wilde, Wordsworth.” Tara answered. “I studied literature in college.”
“You went to college?” the Virginian asked.
“Don’t sound too surprised. There are quite a few women’s colleges springing up. And my father wanted me to have an education. He was forward thinking.”
“Maybe you can help Miss Davis, our schoolteacher. I’ll let her know you do readings, and she might arrange them for you.”
“I’d like that,” Tara smiled. The Virginian reached an arm around her, and she didn’t resist as he pulled her close.
*****
Betsy put Tara’s hair up in a curled pompadour for the dance, with a blue ribbon that matched the blue of the party dress she was to wear. Tara was almost feeling herself again, and she was reminded of good times when her father hosted parties at home.
The Virginian and Trampas watched as she and Betsy descended the stairs. Tara felt her cheeks grow warm as she saw the Virginian watching her.
Trampas whistled. “Don’t you look pretty.” He said to her.
“What about me?” Betsy asked.
“Oh, well, you’re looking pretty too.”
“Well thank you Trampas.” Betsy replied.
“May I?” the Virginian held out his arm for Tara. They left the house and ascended the surrey.
On the ride to town the conversation was light, and Tara found herself laughing more than once. She was relaxed and happy when they reached the hotel. She felt like the queen of the ball. After a first dance with the Virginian, she didn’t have time to rest before Trampas, Steve, and Belden partnered with her. Another dance with the Virginian and she had to surrender.
“Can we go out for some fresh air?” she asked.
“Of course,” The Virginian said, taking her arm and escorting her through the lobby and out the door. It was a cool evening, with clear skies and bright stars.
“Are you enjoying yourself?” the Virginian asked.
“It’s been a long time since I’ve had such fun,” she smiled up at him. “And I don’t think I’ve ever danced so much.”
“You are the prettiest girl at the social,” he smiled. She laughed.
“I hardly believe that.”
“Believe it,” he said, then pulled her close and gave her a kiss.
“I can’t thank you enough for everything you have done,” she said. “It’s like I have a new life here.”
“I hope you stay.” The Virginian said softly. “I spoke with Miss Davis. She’s excited about your reading.”
“Oh, that’s wonderful!” Tara exclaimed. “I can’t wait to start.”
“There’s plenty of time,” The Virginian smiled, then leaned down and kissed her again.
The sound of footsteps made them look up to see Ryker approaching. He didn’t appear happy.
“What’s the matter?” the Virginian asked.
“I sent a message to the sheriff in Lincoln,” Ryker said. “Got the answer.”
“What does he say?” the Virginian asked.
“Apparently she’s, uh, being pursued by the law.”
“For what?” the Virginian demanded.
“Theft. Ten thousand dollars.”
“That’s not true!” Tara cried. “But I can guess who made the complaint.”
“That’s right. Michael Strutford.”
“He’s lying.”
“Maybe so, but the sheriff is sending a deputy,” Ryker pointed at Tara. “And I’m to keep you company until he arrives.”
“And what about Strutford’s assault on her?”
“We’ll discuss that when the deputy gets here.”
“You can’t put her in jail.” The Virginian said vehemently.
“I’m sorry. I got no choice.”
“You do now. I’ll be responsible for her.”
“There’s a criminal charge against her,” Ryker said. “I gotta do it.”
The Virginian frowned at his friend. He looked at Tara, she seemed to suddenly crumble as her head hung down. “I’ll bring her in tomorrow morning,” the Virginian said. “You can’t put her in a cell dressed like that.”
Ryker looked Tara over with a hint of a smile. “Well, if you promise to bring her in first thing.”
“I will.” The Virginian snapped.
“All right,” Ryker said. “I’ll see you then.” He walked away and melted into the darkness.
“I’ll never escape him,” Tara said quietly. “Don’t worry,” The Virginian said with more confidence than he felt. “We’ll settle this.”
“Can we go home now?” Tara said. “I don’t think I can face the dancing and music.”
*****
The next morning, as promised, the Virginian brought Tara to Ryker. She carried her bag with her two books, brush, and the picture of her father. Her money she put in the Virginian’s care.
Ryker searched through her bag then led her into the cell and locked the door behind her.
“I’ve never been in jail,” Tara said shakily.
“It won’t be for long.” The Virginian promised, standing outside the cell. “We’ll get to the bottom of this and you’ll be out before you know it.”
Tara shook her head. “I can’t believe he’d go this far.”
“He’s going to be sorry he did,” the Virginian said. With a final nod he left her.
*****
The Virginian headed straight for Mr. Simpson’s office. He needed help. He found the lawyer behind his desk and explained the situation. Both men returned to the sheriff’s office, where The Virginian was able to get Tara out on bail using the money she gave him.
“You better keep a close eye on her,” Ryker said. “We’re gonna need her when the deputy arrives.”
“I’m not leaving her side.” The Virginian said, leading Tara out of the office.
“It seems I’m always thanking you,” Tara smiled up at him as they boarded the surrey. Once they started down the main street, Tara cried out.
“What is it?”
“It’s him!” She said, hiding behind the Virginian. “He’s here! He’s found me!”
“Where is he?”
“There, on the paint,” she pointed. The Virginian looked down the street and saw him. He rode like a city man, dressed in a grey suit, tall in the saddle and a cold smile on his face.
“So that’s him.”
“What do we do?” Tara asked.
“I’m taking you back to jail,” The Virginian said. “It’ll be the safest place for you right now.” He guided the horse to the sheriff’s office.
“Back already?” Ryker said as they returned. “Did ya miss me?”
“He’s here,” the Virginian said. “Strutford.”
“Where?” “Pulling up to the saloon.” The Virginian said. “She’ll be safer here for the time being.”
“You’re probably right,” Ryker agreed. He grabbed the keys and locked her back in a cell, the Virginian close behind.
“What will you do?” Tara asked.
“Meet Strutford,” the Virginian said in a hard voice.
Tara sunk into the cot as he strode away.
“Want me to come along?” Ryker asked.
“Not together,” the Virginian said.
“All right. I’ll see you in a few minutes.”
The Virginian adjusted his gun belt, then swiftly left the office for the saloon. He stood by the swinging doors, viewing the space within. Strutford was standing alone at the bar. He wasn’t wearing a gun.
“Hey bossman.” He turned and watched Trampus approach him.
“What’re you doing in town?” the Virginian asked.
“Get the mail.” Trampus said.
“We got it yesterday.”
“I thought something else might’ve come in.”
“And you thought you’d see me and Tara.” The Virginian said.
“I kinda had an idea.” Trampas grinned.
“I got her out on bail, but she’s staying there for now.” The Virginian nodded towards the bar. “That’s Strutford.”
“He don’t look so tough.”
“Don’t need to be tough to beat on a woman. Let’s see what he does with men.”
“Yo,” Trampas said as they pushed into the saloon.
The Virginian nodded to Trampas to go to the other end of the bar. He strode up and stood next to Strutford. His suit looked expensive, and he wore a gold watch.
“Virginian,” the bartender said. “What’ll it be.”
“A beer, Mike.”
“Coming up.” The Virginian turned sideways and took a long look at Strutford nursing a beer.
“You’re new in town,” he said in a friendly tone.
Strutford slowly turned and eyed the Virginian. His smile was cold and his eyes were sharp. “I most certainly am.” he answered. “And what’s that to you?”
“Nothing at all.”
Strutford eyed him a moment more, trying to read him. He turned back to his beer. The Virginian’s beer was placed before him, and he took a sip, his eyes never leaving Strutford.
“Something I can do for you?” Strutford asked, not looking at him.
“You play poker?” In the corner of his eye, Virginian saw Ryker enter the saloon and head for the bar.
“I’ve played a game or two.”
“Hey Mike, can we get some cards.” The bartender slapped a deck on the bar, which the Virginian took with his beer and sat at a nearby table. As he shuffled, Trampas strolled over to him.
“This game open?” he asked.
“Sure,” the Virginian answered, aware that Strutford was watching. “Five card?”
“Works for me.”
Strutford brought his beer to the table and sat.
The Virginian dealt the cards and placed the deck on the table. Swooping his cards tight in his hands, he looked over the top of them at Strutford. He wore the same cold smile. The bidding was light for the first hand, and the Virginian let his three nines die to let Strutford take the pot with a pair of Kings.
The Virginian and Trampas watched Strutford as they played, alert to any clue he might give. Strutford took the second hand with three fives.
“You sure are lucky,” Trampas grumbled as the Virginian dealt the next hand. Strutford raised twice, then laid down two tens.
“You raised on a pair?” Trampas said. “I shouldn’t have folded.” Trampas and the Virginian met eyes, then the Virginian nodded almost imperceptibly.
The next hand Strutford raised twice again, and laid down two pair, five high.
“Sorry.” The Virginian said, putting down three Queens.
The next hand Trampas raised. “What’s taking you so long?” he complained to Strutford. “Afraid to call my bet?”
He wasn’t, but Trampas’ full house took the hand. “You shoulda folded,” Trampas laughed, taking a sip of his whiskey.
“Would you shut up,” Strutford snapped. He tugged at his ear, a sign Tara said revealed his agitation. Great, the Virginian thought, Trampas is getting to him. With each hand, Trampus continued his verbal assault on Strutford, whose bankroll dwindled.
“My three jacks beat your nines!” Trampas crowed, sweeping the winnings towards him. “I thought you knew how to play poker.”
Strutford jumped up, freezing Trampas and the Virginian. The tableau remained for a few seconds, then Strutford swept up the last of his money.
“I’m done playing with you.”
“Sore loser,” Trampas said under his breath, then grinned at the Virginian. Strutford approached Ryker at the bar.
“You’re the sheriff?” Strutford asked him.
“I’m the deputy.” Strutford lowered his voice and nodded towards The Virginian and Trampas. “They play a fair game?”
“Far as I know. You lose a bit?”
He shook his head. “Do you know a woman called Tara Carlson?”
The Virginian stood and left the saloon.
“As a matter of fact, I do.” Ryker replied. “Why?”
“She stole money from me.”
“So, you’re the one. The Sheriff in Lincoln told me about it. She’s in my jail.”
“Can I see her?”
“Sure.”
Ryker led Strutford to the cell that held Tara, then returned to the office. She sat on the cot looking up at him. In the next cell a man under a blanket snored softly.
“You know I didn’t steal any money.” Tara said.
“Until I get those documents, you’re a thief. When I get what I need, I’ll let them know I made a mistake.”
“I don’t know what you’re looking for!” Tara cried.
“You have to have it. I’ve looked everywhere else. Your father must have given it to you. Give me your bag.”
Tara obeyed. Strutford grabbed it. He pulled one book out at a time, flipping through the pages and throwing them on the floor. Then he upended it, took a knife, and ripped the inner lining to feel around inside. Then he ruthlessly threw the bag down.
“I told you I don’t have it.” “You better find it. Because I’m going to be your shadow. And you’ll get worse than your father did.”
“What do you mean by that?” Tara demanded.
“He wouldn’t give me the list either. Look what happened to him.”
“Did you…kill him?” Tara asked, staring at him. The door to the office swung open.
“Times up,” Ryker said, coming to a stop next to Strutford.
“What happened here?” he asked, spotting the books and the bag on the floor.
“Nothing.” Strutford said. He shot Tara a deadly look, then strode from the cells and out of the office.
“So, did you learn anything?” Ryker asked as the sleeping man threw off the blanket and the Virginian was revealed.
“More than I hoped,” he said. “He admitted Tara was innocent, said he’d clear her once she gave him what he wanted. He said it was a list.”
“A list of what?” Ryker asked.
“No idea.” Ryker opened the cell door, and the Virginian bent to pick up Tara’s books. “But he may have had something to do with her father’s death.”
“Looks like we’ll have something to tell that Deputy then when he gets here.” Ryker said.
“Look what he did to my literature book,” Tara sighed, the front cover nearly torn off. She put her books and other items back in her bag.
“Let’s get back to Shiloh,” the Virginian said.
*****
“So, how’s Tara doing?” Ryker asked a few days later, leaning his chair back on the rear two legs.
“She’s doing just fine,” Trampas answered, glancing along the boardwalk outside the sheriff’s office. “A little nervous, ya know, with that man after her.”
“I’m sure the Virginian’s keeping her safe.”
“And spending all his free time with her,” Trampas said. “Strutford been behaving himself?”
“Yup. Says he’s just waiting on the deputy.” The two friends turned their attention to the end of the street where three men were riding up to the saloon.
“See them before?” Trampas asked.
“No, can’t say that I have.” Ryker answered.
One of the men, in the lead, wore a black long coat and black hat. The two men with him looked like hardcases, men you wouldn’t turn your back on.
“Think I’ll mosey over and have a drink.” Ryker said, rising out of his chair.
“You know I got a powerful thirst too,” Trampas added.
They crossed the street and pushed through the swinging doors. The three men were standing at the bar, speaking with Strutford.
“Deputy,” Strutford called out, waving him over.
“Hello Strutford,” Ryker said. “Who’re your friends.”
“This is Deputy Johnson from Lincoln,” Strutford indicated the man in the black long coat.
“And two men deputized,” Johnson said, nodding at his companions. They were rough men, judging by their hard eyes and time worn faces. “You know why we’re here.”
“Sure, sure,” Ryker said. “You want Tara Carlson.”
“That’s right,” Johnson said. “The sooner the better.” He downed the last of his whiskey and turned to leave.
“Well, now, she’s not here.”
“What do you mean?” Strutford snapped.
“Where is she?” Johnson demanded.
Ryker looked at both men a long moment before answering.
“She’s out on bail.”
“What business did you have letting her out on bail?” Johnson growled. “She’s a criminal.”
“Actually, innocent before proven guilty,” Ryker pointed out.
“She’s guilty,” Strutford said. “Where is she?”
“You’re interfering with the law, Deputy,” Johnson said, fingering his gun butt. The two men with him also stood alert with their hands resting on their guns. “Hate to see you get hurt over this.”
“Would you now. Glad to hear it. I can take you to her,” Ryker said. “Just let me get my horse and I’ll meet you out front.”
Trampas followed Ryker out of the saloon. “I don’t trust them,” Trampas said.
“Neither do I,” Ryker agreed.
“Why don’t you hurry out to Shiloh and warn the Virginian I’m bringing them. I’ll try to delay as long as I can.”
“Yo,” Trampas said and quickly mounted his buckskin horse and galloped out of town.
*****
Tara’s body swayed gently as her fingers danced upon the piano keys. Bach’s Prelude in C Major seemed to match her mood, gently sad with a touch of hope. When the last note echoed away, the Virginian and Betsy applauded their appreciation.
“That was beautiful!” Betsy said enthusiastically. “I wish I could play like that.”
“It’s rather an easy song to learn,” Tara said.
“Says you!” Betsy laughed.
“I’m sure you can do it with a bit of effort,” the Virginian told Betsy. “And every time she plays it,” he smiled at Tara, “I’ll be thinking of you.”
Tara was about to respond when they heard rushing footsteps and a pounding on the door. Tara rose from the piano and the Virginian and Betsy hurried to the door and swung it open. Trampas pushed into the house.
“What’s your hurry?” the Virginian grinned at Trampas’s exerted state.
“Strutford is coming,” Trampas said, immediately turning the Virginian serious. Tara came to stand beside him. “He’s coming here?” she asked fearfully.
“Yeah, there’s a Deputy Johnson with him, and two men.” Trampas said. “Don’t like the look of them, they’re trouble.”
“Round up whatever men are here,” the Virginian said, pushing Trampas towards the door. “Tell Belden to come in.”
Trampas nodded and strode out the door towards the bunkhouse.
“Why is he coming here?” Betsy asked.
“To get me,” Tara answered nervously.
“I want you both in Betsy’s room,” The Virginian commanded. “And stay there.” He gave Tara’s hand a squeeze, and they scuttled up the stairs. Once he heard Betsy’s door shut, he opened the front door and almost collided with Belden. “I want you to stay in Betsy’s room with Tara,” the Virginian said. “Keep her safe.”
“I’m on it,” Belden said and jogged up the stairs. Outside several men were gathered. The Virginian quickly explained the situation and directed them to strategic positions around the house and to keep a close watch on them if they came into the house. It was then they heard horses approaching and looked up to the Shiloh gate to see five men galloping towards them. The Virginian, Trampas and Steve stood at the front porch and watched as the men rode up and dismounted, securing their horses. Ryker was the first to approach with the others behind him.
“Hi ya, Virginian,” he said, nodding to Trampas and Steve. “The deputy is here from Lincoln,” he continued, indicating Johnson.
“What can we do for you?” the Virginian asked.
“We want Tara Carlson,” Strutford demanded. “Is she here?”
“She is,” the Virginian answered smoothly. “What do you with want with her?”
“You know what we want with her,” Johnson growled. “She’s going back to Lincoln for trial.” The Virginian looked over the faces of the men, then turned his back on them and proceeded to the door. He led them into the Judge’s office, where they were invited to sit down. The Virginian did not offer refreshments.
“Bring us Tara. Now.” Deputy Johnson ordered.
*****
“Do you think there’ll be trouble?” Tara asked nervously, pacing beside the bed.
“If there is, we’re ready for it,” Belden said, standing by the door. “Don’t you ladies fret, I’m gonna make sure you’re safe.”
“Oh, don’t worry,” Betsy said to Tara. “Whatever the Virginian has planned, I’m sure it will turn out all right.”
“I just don’t want anyone to get hurt on my account,” Tara said, thinking about the Virginian. He was so good to her, and she was quite fond of him. She didn’t know what she would do if anything happened to him.
“I know,” Betsy said. “Why don’t you read something from your literature book?” Tara sighed and picked up her book, tattered from Strutford’s rough handling, and sat on the bed next to Betsy. As she turned to the contents page, the front cover hung loosely from the spine.
“We can fix that,” Betsy said, taking hold of the cover. “Hey, what’s that?” she asked, reaching for something tucked inside the cover. “I don’t know,” Tara said, watching as Betsy pulled away at the crumpled inside paper on the cover. She took hold of what was behind it, and Tara put the book on the bed next to her.
“It looks like some kind of list,” Betsy said, looking over the names and columns.
“It must be what Strutford is looking for!” Tara exclaimed, taking it from Betsy.
“What’s that?” Belden asked, coming to stand beside them. “This must be it! There are names here, dates, and dollar amounts.” Tara said.
“Let me see that,” Belden said, taking the list. He scanned the names and whistled. “Well, whaddya know. Deputy Johnson’s name is here too. Looks like he gets good pay, too.” He looked down at Tara and Betsy.
“I gotta get this to the Virginian.” He handed Betsy his gun. “Just in case.”
*****
“Well, why don’t we save time and hold the trial here?” The Virginian asked. “We could do that, Ryker, couldn’t we?”
“Sure, we could.” Ryker nodded. “Probably get a fairer trial here too.”
“She’s not being tried here,” Strutford snapped.
“I thought you were the lawman,” Ryker said to Johnson, who threw Strutford a warning look.
“I am. But Strutford’s right. We ain’t holding the trial here.”
“Well maybe I’ll just ride along and watch the trial,” the Virginian said.
“We don’t need you tagging along,” the deputy said roughly.
“It’s no bother at all,” the Virginian smiled.
Johnson pulled his gun. “I don’t know what your game is, mister, but we’re here to take her back now. If you don’t get her we’ll tear the house apart until we find her.”
At that point, there was a knock on the door, and it opened slightly. “Hey boss, can I talk to you a minute?” Belden asked, peering into the room. The Virginian looked slightly annoyed but nodded.
“That won’t be necessary,” he said in a cool voice to Johnson then went to the door.
“You better be getting Tara,” Strutford grumbled. The Virginian closed the door behind him and bore into Belden. “What’s the interruption for?” he snapped.
“Was he pulling his gun on you?” Belden asked.
“Yes, he did. Now tell me what’s so important.”
“This,” Belden said proudly, smiling, handing over the paper. The Virginian looked over the document and grinned at Belden. “The list!”
“That’s right. And look there,” Belden pointed. “Deputy Johnson.”
“Well, I’ll be…where was it?”
“Inside the cover of Tara’s literature book. Good thing it was torn or we wouldn’t have found it.” “Great. I want you to bring the hands in to stay by the door in case there’s trouble. Then go and watch over Tara and Betsy.”
“You got it boss.” Feeling greatly encouraged, the Virginian stepped back into the Judge’s study. The men in the room were aware of the Virginian’s changed stature. He slowly walked to the desk with a slight smile on his face. “You know, gentlemen, I don’t think there’s going to be a trial at all,” he said, handing the paper to Ryker.
“What’s that?” demanded Strutford. Ryker perused the list and whistled. The Virginian gave Trampas and Steve a look that put them on alert, their hands resting easily on their gun butts.
“Seems, Deputy Johnson, you’ve been paid a mighty sum by Strutford here,” Ryker said.
“Give me that list!” Strutford demanded, lunging towards Ryker. Instantly Trampas, Steve and the Virginian had their guns out. Ryker took a step back and drew as well.
“Looks like I had the wrong person in jail,” Ryker continued. “There’s a cell waiting for you boys.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Johnson growled.
“Just drop your gun belts,” Ryker said. As they each reached down to loosen the leg tie, Strutford, who wore no gun, picked up a heavy book from the Judge’s desk and threw it at Ryker. Deputy Johnson and the two men reached for their guns, but the Virginian shot the deputy in the arm. Simultaneously, Steve and Trampas fired, killing one of the men with him and inuring the other.
The door slammed open and the Shiloh hands rushed into the room with their guns drawn. “It’s all over!” the Virginian shouted, holding out a hand to stop any action.
Ryker led the four men out with the help of the Shiloh hands, leaving Trampas, Steve and the Virginian alone in the office.
“Glad that’s over,” Trampas sighed.
“Can’t imagine how the judge is going to take the condition of his desk,” the Virginian said, looking at a gun hole from one of the deputy’s men.
“He’ll probably take it out of our pay,” Steve grimaced.
*****
“I wish you weren’t leaving,” the Virginian said to Tara as they waited at the station for the train’s arrival.
“You said this was a new life for you.”
“It is,” Tara smiled. “I don’t want to leave, but there are things I need to take care of back home.” She brushed the back of her hand against the Virginian’s cheek. “I want to come back. Everyone has been so good to me. Especially you,” she smiled.
He leaned in and gave her a gentle kiss. “I want you to come back. This is a fine town to settle in.” They heard the train whistle further down the track.
“I’ve never met anyone like you,” she said. “You’ve been so kind to me, and you’ll always have a piece of my heart.”
He pulled her close and kissed her again as the train pulled into the station. Tara felt like crying, but there was nothing to be done about it.
He handed her her travel bag and assisted her up the train steps. Looking into his beautiful green eyes, she knew she would one day return. For now, she couldn’t bear to look away from him, standing at the station, growing smaller as the train pulled away until she could see him no longer.
***The End***
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