'Of course” She picked up her doctor bag. 'Bonnie and I have to say good-bye to someone, and I'd just as soon the boys not go with us. Then I need to stop by the alchemist counter and refill a few of my bottles. Would thirty minutes be enough time? I think I can be finished by then”
Harmon nodded. 'If you're not back in half an hour, I'll take them over to the Ranger station and keep them there until you pick them up”
She didn't have to tell him not to let them out of his sight. He'd seen their mother. He knew as much as she did the danger they were in. She'd also noticed several times during the day that a man with the look of a Ranger was close, watching over them. Roak and the captain would probably deny it, but Sage bet there hadn't been a minute that the boys were without a guard today. Even Daniel at the cemetery was probably acting under orders.
Sage met Bonnie halfway down the stairs.
'We in for the night?' Bonnie asked. 'I got a meal coming up directly.”
'One more thing on my list. I have to say that good-bye to Barret's brother. but I could go-'
'Don't even think it,' Bonnie answered. 'I'm going with you. Knowing Shelley Lander, he's living in a snake den. We'll be in and out and back home before sunset. In fact, I suggest that as soon as we catch sight of the man, we both wave and yell our farewells from a distance”
'I'll settle on five minutes.” Sage hurried down the stairs. This was the one errand she didn't want to do, but she owed it to Barret. She'd wrapped her husband's pocket watch in one of his handkerchiefs to give to Shelley. One memory of his brother.
They followed the directions given by the clerk: third boardwalk off the first dock, a green building with Chinese lanterns hanging from each corner.
From the distance of the shoreline the place looked festive. Sage shook the sand out of her shoe and told herself this wouldn't be so bad. Few were on the dock at this time of day. The workers had gone home to their supper, and the gamblers hadn't come out to play yet.
From twenty feet. the building looked neglected, and the boards rattled beneath her step. The lanterns were in shreds, the paint peeling. Someone inside with no skill was banging on a piano. The music pulsed through the late- afternoon air in jerky rhythm. Nothing about the place welcomed them.
Bonnie moved closer as they walked an uneven little bridge to the green house built on stilts. At high tide people used boats to dock on one side. The wind whipped in from the gulf, battering the building, which seemed to squeak and rattle in protest. The tide was rolling in with each wave, and the dock swayed from the force of the water.
Sage noticed a small boat bucking the waves toward the side dock. There were six men inside, all dressed with more the look of wranglers than sailors. All wore guns strapped around their waists, and several rifles poked out of the boat. Maybe they were guards delivering liquor or men from the bank picking up money. She could believe liquor coming in under guard more than that much money going out. Shelley didn't seem flush enough to have to send his deposits in.
'The doorman said it's a gaining house, and we'd better be out of here long before dark” Bonnie shortened her steps as if to slow their progress.
'No problem. I'm beginning to think your idea of sending him a letter was a good plan.'
They reached the porch and knocked twice before the door opened. A thick man little more than Sage's height, with his sleeves rolled up well past his elbows, answered. He looked puzzled then frowned at them as if they were two jellyfish that had flopped in on a wave.
Sage straightened, wishing she'd thought to pull her gun from the folds of her petticoat and put it in her purse. 'We'd like to see Mr. Shelley Lander, please”
The man stood as if he'd replaced the door. 'State your business, and I'll see if he's in”
'I'm Sage McMurray, and my business is private”
He raised a bushy eyebrow. 'Well, I'm Tony, and no one gets to the boss-'
Sage's patience ended. 'I'm Dr. Lander, and my business is none of your concern.” She took a step toward the man as if she fully intended to push him out of her way.
Tony hesitated, then stepped back with a curse. 'It's bad for business having you two standing around out here. You've got five minutes, lady.”
Bonnie passed the man, towering over him by a head. 'That's four more than we'll need” With a smile, she whispered, 'Don't mess with the doc, or you'll be looking up at your own headstone.”
Sage forged ahead. 'What business?' she said under her breath.
Tony had to scramble to keep up with the women.
They all moved inside to a small foyer, which split off into several hallways. Tony took the first one on the right and motioned for them to follow. The entire place smelled of cigar smoke, damp dirt, and whiskey.
The first room they passed had several tables inside, but only three men sat near the back, playing cards. From the look of them, they'd been there for days. Empty bottles littered around their table, and a ring of smoke hung over their heads as thick as a storm cloud.
Sage noticed not one of the gamblers even lifted his eyes to watch their passing.
The second room looked more like a saloon. Here the piano played, but no one seemed to be listening. Several men, sailors mostly, drank and talked while two bored barmaids refilled their glasses. Sage couldn't tell if they were the start of tonight's party or the leftovers from last night.
Bonnie tugged on her arm with a sudden jerk. 'Look,' she whispered, 'there's the guy who ran into me on the walk the day we arrived.' She raised her nose as if looking down into the bottom of her glasses. 'I thought he looked like a nice man; just shows you how looks can be wrong.”
Sage spotted the tall cowboy near the back of the bar. He had a drink next to him, but he wasn't paying it any attention. Instead, he stared out a long, slanted window that looked like it opened into a big room. She couldn't see much, but the sounds of coins being shuffled along with cards drifted from the open window.
'In here, Doctor Miss.' Tony pointed toward an open door that looked like it led to an office.
When Bonnie moved to follow, he stopped her with a muscular arm. 'One at a time. It's the boss's rules.”
Bonnie looked at Sage in near panic.
Sage hesitated. 'I'll leave the door open. Shout if you need me. I'll only be a minute.”
Bonnie nodded once. 'Stand where I can see you”
'I will.” Sage forced herself to step into the office.
At one time the place might have been considered nicely furnished, but it, like the building, hadn't weathered well. The couches were tattered, the drapes so old only dust and mildew kept them up, and the carpet was worn to the boards in several spots. French doors opened behind Shelley's desk, and she saw that he could look out into a large gaming room with tables for cards and dice. The place was almost empty.
Shelley moved from behind his desk, tugging on his coat as he came. 'Welcome.” he said, smiling. 'I'm delighted you've thought about my offer and have decided to change your mind. I’ll be happy to show you my safe, my dear. Several travelers trust their valuables with me.'
Sage didn't move. 'Thank you. Shelley, but I haven't time. I only came to bring you this.” She tugged the handkerchief from her bag and handed him Barret's watch. 'I think your brother would have wanted you to have this.'
He unfolded the cloth and stared down at the gift. Big tears bubbled in his eyes.
Sage fought to keep from moving backward, not wanting the man to hug her, even if he was almost a relative. Barret had loved that watch. He'd said his parents gave it to him when he finished school. It was probably the most valuable thing he owned. She only hoped Shelley would treasure it also. Her husband had never mentioned what he wanted her to do with it, but since it bore the Lander name engraved on the back, she thought Shelley should have it.
The clank of a bell sounded from somewhere deep in the house, and shouts of alarm came from the dealers in the main room. The rush of men scrambling seemed to rattle through the house like giant mice running in the attic.
Pocketing the watch, he rushed toward the French doors, trying to see any sign of trouble through the thin lace curtains. 'Tony!' he yelled in the direction of the hallway, 'get down there and settle everyone down. Tell the newcomers docking that they'll have to come through the front door if they want to get in.'
Shelley watched the room below, forgetting that Sage was even in the room as he muttered through the house rules. 'No entry in the back, only an exit. Don't want the prospective suckers bumping into the broke drunks
