“Sorry, Calhoun, but like I said, I don’t plan to make this easy for you.”
Curious as to why Kofax wasn’t more nervous, Falcon glanced up and saw a man standing at the top of the stairs. The man was aiming a pistol at the sheriff’s back. That was what Kofax had seen when he cut his eyes upward, and that was what was giving him such supreme confidence.
“Sheriff, look out!” Falcon shouted.
“Stay out of this, you son of a bitch!” the man at the top of the stairs shouted. He turned his pistol toward Falcon.
Falcon dropped his beer and pulled his own pistol, firing just as the man at the top of the stairs fired. The shooter’s bullet missed Falcon and hit a whiskey bottle that was sitting on the bar. The impact sent a shower of whiskey and splinters of glass.
Falcon’s shot caught the shooter in the chest, and he dropped his pistol and clasped his hand over the entry wound, then looked down at himself as blood began to spill between his fingers. The shooter’s eyes rolled up in his head and he tumbled forward, sliding down the stairs, following his clattering pistol all the way down. He lay motionless at the bottom, his head and shoulders on the floor, his legs still on the steps.
Although the sound of the two gunshots had riveted everyone’s attention, the situation between Kofax and the sheriff had continued to play out, and almost before the sound of the first two gunshots had faded, two more shots rang out. The sheriff’s bullet struck Kofax in the neck forcing him back against the cold, wood-burning stove, causing him to hit it with such impact that he knocked it over, pulling down half the flue pipe.
As the smoke from four gunshots drifted through the saloon, only the sheriff and Falcon of the four original participants were still standing. Both were holding smoking pistols in their hands, and they looked at each other warily.
“I thank you for taking a hand in this, mister,” the sheriff said. “Most folks would have stayed on the sidelines.”
“How’d you wind up in Higbee?” Falcon asked.
“My brothers brought me here,” Calhoun said. “We bought a restaurant together. With the railroad and all, seems to us like the only thing this town can do is grow.”
“They own the Vermillion,” Corey said. “The one we were telling you about.”
“Good for you,” Falcon said. “I hope it goes very well for you.”
“We’re working at it,” Calhoun said. “Right now, my brothers are wearing two hats. They run the restaurant, and they are acting as my deputies when I need them.”
“That must keep them busy.”
“Only when the Clintons are in town,” Calhoun said. “Ray and Cletus are bad enough by themselves. But somehow, they seem to attract the very dregs of society to ride for them.”
“We’re coming to your restaurant for dinner tonight,” Corey said.
“Are you now? Well, in that case, I’ll tell Travis to give you the best treatment. And the meal will be on me.”
“Marshal, you don’t have to do that,” Corey said. “Prentiss and I will be happy to pay.”
Calhoun shook his head. “You don’t understand, Corey,” he said. “Falcon saved my life once. I figure that’s worth a meal.”
Chapter Ten
All through dinner, Rachael wore an enigmatic smile. Finally, Falcon could take it no longer and picking up the bottle of wine, he refilled Rachael’s glass and looked pointedly at her.
“Miss Kirby, would I be out of line to ask you what amuses you so?” Falcon asked.
“I would have known who you are, Mr. MacCallister,” Rachael said, “Even if we had not been introduced. You are just as Rosanna and Andrew described you.”
“You know my brother and sister?” Falcon asked in surprise. Falcon’s siblings, Rosanna and Andrew, were twins and quite famous show personalities in New York.
“Oh, yes, I know them quite well. We did a show together last year,” Rachael said. “I was very honored to appear with them. They are exceptionally talented.”
“They are,” Falcon said. Smiling, he shook his head. “But I have no idea where that talent came from. None of the rest of us has any talent.”
“Alas, I should have listened to them,” Rachael said. “When I told them I was going to tour the West with the J. Garon Troupe, they cautioned me about him. It turns out that they were right, Mr. Garon ran away with all the funds.”
“Then I say we toast Mr. J. Garon,” Falcon said, lifting his glass.
“What?” Rachael asked, surprised by his response.
Falcon smiled. “Had Garon not abandoned you here, we would not have met.”
“Rosanna said you were a silver-tongued devil,” Rachael observed as she lifted her glass to Falcon’s.
“Don’t you two mind us,” Corey said. “Prentiss and I will just sit here quietly.”
“Why, Corey,” Rachael said flirtatiously. “If I didn’t know better, I’d think you were feeling left out.”
“Left out? No, not at all. I think it is great sitting here watching the two of you ignore us. Don’t you, Prentiss?”
