«Huh. Guess I’m gonna have to order some femi-nine frippery. Gets mighty wearisome for a man to see his gal tricked out like hisself.»
Shannon’s lips thinned, but she said not one word while Murphy totaled her bill. The amount made her eyes widen.
«May I see the bill, please?» she asked, holding out her hand.
«What fer?»
«To check your sums.»
Murphy handed the bill over and watched nervously while Shannon checked his addition.
«You are thirty-one dollars and twelve cents over,» she said after a few minutes.
Muttering, Murphy subtracted thirty-one dollars from the total. Shannon handed over a fat poke of gold.
«I have Silent John’s gold scales at the cabin,» Shannon said. «I know precisely how much gold is in that poke. When I return home, I will weigh what is left.»
Murphy shot Shannon a look that was part irritation and part admiration.
«Whip sure put steel in yer spine,» Murphy said.
Shannon smiled thinly.
Murphy took the poke, opened it, and poured. A mixture of dust, nuggets, and flakes spilled onto one of the scale’s small dishes.
«Well, I be go to hell,» Murphy said, surprised. «Whip found some new strikes, eh?»
«What do you mean?»
«None of this gold come from Silent John’s old claims.»
Shannon looked startled. «I beg your pardon?»
«The color and shape is all wrong,» Murphy said impatiently. «Silent John’s claims don’t give no coppery-colored flakes. No pale gold dust, neither. And as for these …»
Deftly Murphy sorted out some heavy, ragged nuggets of a rich golden hue. He pressed his thumbnail hard against one nugget. When he lifted his thumb again, a crease showed on the surface of the gold.
«These pretty gals be too jagged for river nuggets, but too blessed pure for anything else,» Murphy said reverently, «Ain’t seen their like since a fast-talking city boy tried to sell me a Colorado claim salted with pure Dakota bullion. That was reddish gold. But this here nugget puts me to mind of some I saw once on a poker table down to Las Cruces. The gold come from the Abajos. Spanish gold, pure as a baby’s dreams.»
A chill crawled beneath Shannon’s skin as she remembered Reno and Whip talking about bars of pure Spanish gold.
No, she told herself quickly. Whip wouldn’t have done that to me! Murphy must be mistaken.
The storekeeper glanced away from the gold and saw the shocked look on Shannon’s face.
«Don’t s’pose you be wanting to tell me where Whip found this here gold?»
Shannon swallowed and said firmly, «Silent John’s claims.»
Murphy laughed. «Don’t blame you none for playin’ close to the vest. If’n I had me any claims rich as these, I sure to God wouldn’t tell no one neither.»
«Whip told me the gold came from Silent John’s claims,» Shannon said, her voice toneless.
«Smart man, that Whip. What you don’t know, you can’t spill to strangers. But I seen all kinds of Echo Basin gold, missy, and you can take this direct to God’s ear — not one speck of this here gold come from here.»
Reno’s words echoed in Shannon’s mind, shaking her.
Way up in the Abajos, in a crumbling old mine… bars of pure gold so heavy Eve could hardly lift more than one at a time.
Shannon wanted to scream her denial that Whip could treat her so shabbily, but she didn’t let herself make a single sound. She had too much to do to waste energy yelling at a yondering man who couldn’t even hear her.
In icy silence, Shannon ticked off what had to be done. First she had to get Cherokee’s supplies to her. Then she had to track down Clementine and Betsy. And after that, Shannon had to ride to the Black ranch and back home before the first heavy snows came, closing the passes for the winter.
For the first time, Shannon was grateful for the two racing mules she had reluctantly inherited from the Culpeppers. Both Cully and Pepper would get a hard workout in the next few days.
JUST over a day later, riding one mule and leading the other, Shannon reined to a stop in front of Caleb and Willow’s ranch house. Caleb rode in from the direction of the north pasture just as Willow stepped onto the porch.
«Shannon?» Willow asked, shading her eyes against the sun shining out from behind a thunderhead. «Is that really you?»
«It’s me,» Shannon said, dismounting.
«What a lovely surprise! Come in, I’ll have tea on in a minute.»
«No, thank you. Prettyface, if you snarl again, I’m going to feed you to the crows.»
Prettyface stopped making savage noises and stood quietly by Shannon’s side as Caleb rode up.
«Trouble?» he asked.
«Nothing that can’t be cured,» Shannon said, her voice clipped. «Would you remove the saddlebags for me?»
Caleb gave her a long look. Then he dismounted, went to the mules, and made an admiring sound.
«Nice pair of mules,» he said. «Virginia bred, from the look of them.»
«The Culpeppers favored Virginia mules,» Shannon said, her voice remote.
«Good stamina,» Caleb said.
«They’ll need it,» was Shannon’s only reply.
Caleb started to ask a question, then gave a grunt of surprise as he lifted the saddlebags.
«Judas Priest,» he muttered. «What’s in these? Lead?»
«Whip’s gold,» Shannon said savagely, yanking free the cinch strap on Cully’s saddle.
Willow and Caleb exchanged a swift look.
«It was my understanding,» Caleb said carefully, «that Whip was working for wages rather than for a share ofyourgold.»
«That was my understanding, too,» Shannon said.
She yanked off the saddle with one hand and the blanket with the other. With a few quick motions she saddled the second mule.
«But I was wrong,» Shannon said, mounting the mule. «Murphy told me the gold was wrong, too.»
«You want to chase that by me again?» Caleb asked, puzzled.
Shannon turned and looked at Caleb, making no attempt to hide the cold fury she had felt ever since she realized how little Whip had truly thought of her.
«This gold never was dug in Echo Basin,» Shannon said savagely. «Whip paid me off with his own Spanish gold and then lit out for the far side of the horizon. But he made a little miscalculation.»
«Did he?» Caleb asked warily.
«Once I figured out what had happened, I suspected Whip had paid me too much, but I didn’t know the going rate, so I tracked down Clementine and Betsy and asked.»
Caleb measured the flat rage in Shannon’s eyes and decided not to ask who Clementine and Betsy were, and what they had to do with any of it.
«I was right,» Shannon continued. «Whip paid far too much for what he got from me. So I brought his change. Every damned speck of it.»
«Wait!» Willow called as Shannon picked up the reins. «You’ve had a long ride. At least come in and rest a while before you set out.»
«Thank you, no,» Shannon said. «The passes could close at any moment.»
«But —» Willow began.
«In any case,» Shannon continued with icy pride, «I respect you too much to bring your brother’s whore into your home.»
With that, Shannon spun the mule and kicked it into a long, ground-eating lope. The other mule and Prettyface followed at a rapid clip.
For a time neither Willow nor Caleb spoke. Then Willow let out a long, harsh breath.
«I wish I knew where my dear brother was,» she said. «I would like to see him again.»
«So would Shannon,» Caleb said dryly. «Preferably skinned out and nailed to her cabin wall.»
IT was an icy dusk when Whip rode up to Willow and Caleb’s home, his collar turned up against the wind. Snow flurries gleamed and swirled around him.
«Hello, stranger,» Caleb said, stepping down off the porch. «We thought you were headed for San Francisco and the high seas. I didn’t expect to see you for a year or two.»
There was a question buried beneath Caleb’s words, but Whip didn’t know how to answer it. He was as puzzled as anyone else to find himself on this side of the sunrise.