“Mayor, I am a professional musician,” Edwin said. “Indeed, we are all professional musicians.” He took in the others with a wave of his hand. “Do you think for one minute that providing music for a dance isn’t performing?”
“I—I suppose if you put it that way,” Mayor Coburn said.
“Good, then we are in agreement.”
“Yes, yes, I suppose we are,” he said. “Well, come with me then, and I’ll show you the ballroom.”
Edwin and the other musicians followed the mayor into the hotel, where they were greeted by the concierge and the desk clerk as well as several others.
“I must tell you, Mr. Mathias, this annual dance is the highlight of our social life.”
“Social life,” Edwin repeated, and though he didn’t slur the words, there was an implied degree of condescension in the tone of his voice.
“Yes, sir, social life,” the mayor repeated. “Oh, I’ll admit, Higbee doesn’t look like much now, but we’ll be havin’ our own railroad through here soon. And once that happens, we’ll grow like weeds. I’ve seen it happen time and time again.”
“Yes, of course,” Edwin said. “Please forgive me, Mayor, I didn’t mean to be patronizing.”
“That’s all right. I know people who see Higbee for the first time, and who don’t know ’bout the railroad, don’t really understand. But you might be interested in knowing that we already have a famous musician living right here among us. I’ll admit, she hasn’t been here very long, but she’s here now, and that’s all that counts.”
“Oh? And who would that be?”
“Rachael Kirby,” Mayor Coburn said.
Edwin had turned away from the mayor to walk over and examine more closely the platform upon which they would be performing that night. He had asked the question without any real curiosity, because he was certain that the “famous” musician the mayor was about to name would be of no interest to him.
But when he heard the name Rachael Kirby, he stopped and turned back toward the mayor.
“Who did you say?” he asked.
“Rachael Kirby. She plays piano in the Golden Nugget Saloon.”
“Are you sure it is
“Aha!” the mayor said with a broad smile spreading across his face. “So you have heard of her?”
“If she is the person I’m thinking of, yes, I have heard of her,” Edwin said. “But I don’t understand. What is Rachael Kirby doing in a place like this?”
“I told you, she’s playin’ the piano.”
“What I mean, my good man, is, how did the likes of Rachael Kirby wind up in a—a—” He searched for a word, then shook his head. “Place as small as this,” he concluded.
“The way I heard it, she was with a group of players, some acting company called J. Garon or something like that. Well, sir, this fella Garon took all the money and ran away, leaving all his actors stranded.”
“But, Rachael isn’t an actor,” Edwin said. “She is a pianist.”
The mayor laughed and pointed at Edwin. “You know, that’s a funny thing,” he said. “That’s exactly what she calls herself. She says she’s a pianist, not a piano player. Can you believe that?”
“Yes, Mayor,” Edwin said. “I can believe it.”
Edwin’s knees felt weak and his stomach turned. He’d had no idea he would ever run into Rachael Kirby again. Especially not in a tiny town like Higbee, Colorado.
Rachael was playing the Fantasie in C Minor by Mozart. Falcon was seated at one of the tables, enjoying the music while eating a ham sandwich and drinking a beer. There was a spattering of applause when she was finished. Then, after acknowledging the applause, Rachael walked over to Falcon’s table.
“Do you mind if I join you?” she asked.
Falcon stood quickly and pulled out a chair for her. “It would be my pleasure,” he said.
“When did you last hear from Andrew and Rosana?” Rachael asked.
“It hasn’t been that long,” Falcon said. “In fact, they came out to Colorado to give a performance at the Broadmoor for Count James Pourtales.”
“Well, I’ll bet they enjoyed that,” Rachael said. “Seeing you again, and returning to the West they both love so.”
Falcon chuckled.
“What is it? What is so funny?”
“I’m not sure they ‘love’ the West all that much. They have spent their entire adult life in New York. Plus, there was another little factor involved.”
“Another factor?”
“They were taken hostage and held for ransom,” Falcon said.
“Oh, heavens! How awful that must have been for them!”
“You would think so, wouldn’t you?” Falcon said. “But apparently, they took it as one grand adventure. I wouldn’t be surprised if by now they were reenacting the entire experience in daily matinees.”
