Kissing in the Dark (42 page)

Chapter 38

Faith crossed the yard by the greenhouse where Adam and Cora were building a snowman. “These will make perfect eyes,” she said, pushing two big black buttons into the snowman’s head, then adding a bulbous red button for a nose.

Cora giggled, the sound a balm to Faith. Her little girl was healing. And so was Faith’s relationship with Duke. With each day and each conversation, he was learning to understand and forgive her. And she was learning how much he loved her and the children.

Even now, he was across the street on their porch talking with her father about Adam.

“Mama, he needs arms,” Cora said, scowling at the snowman. She dug up a handful of snow with her mismatched mittens and stuck it on the snowman.

Faith would knit them warmer sweaters and matching mittens, but Cora didn’t care about her clothes any more than Adam did. Duke said he would buy them boots, and get Adam a gun so they could go hunting, but Adam didn’t need a gun. He just needed to know he could stay here with his family.

“There,” Cora said, eyeing the arm she’d made for the snowman.

Adam laughed. “It looks like a white pickle sticking out of his shoulder.”

Cora giggled, sending little puffs of frosty air from her mouth.

“A couple of small twigs will make fine arms,” Faith suggested.

Cora trudged through the snow to get a small branch that was lying beneath their maple tree. The snow nearly reached her knees, but she merrily plowed through it. Adam could have jogged over and back in the time it took her to reach the branch, but Faith was proud of him for letting Cora get it. She liked doing difficult things on her own; it made her feel grown up.

Instead of picking up the branch, Cora gasped and backed away as if she’d seen a snake. But snakes didn’t come out in winter.

A man stepped from behind the building, his cold gaze spearing Faith’s heart like a blade of ice. She’d known he would come, but thought he’d sneak up like a thief in the night, not waltz into her yard in broad daylight.

Before Faith could yell or lift her skirt to run, Stone grabbed Cora by her blue knit scarf and pulled her against him. Cora’s terrified cry drove Faith forward in panic. She reached for Cora’s arm to pull her free of Stone’s grip, but he raised a revolver and swatted Faith away like an annoying dog.

Lights exploded in her head as the gun struck her, and she felt herself falling.

“Unhand her!” Duke’s fierce command cracked across the yard, and the sound of boots thundered across the road.

Head ringing, forehead bleeding, Faith pushed to her knees and looked into Adam’s terrified eyes. “Get help, Adam.”

A rush of wind hit her as Duke raced past and lunged for the Judge. The loud, echoing crack of a gunshot filled the neighborhood, and Duke stumbled back three steps.

Adam bolted for help.

Duke staggered forward, swinging his fist upward to try and knock the gun from Stone’s hand, accepting this was going to be a bloody, perhaps deadly day.

The judge angled away and pressed the revolver against Cora’s temple.

“I don’t want to hurt her, so stay back,” he said, his voice tense and grating.

Duke’s legs turned to rubber. One careless move by the bastard and that gun could fire. Jesus, he couldn’t even think about the result. Burning with outrage and pain, he clutched his bleeding left shoulder and stared intently into Cora’s eyes.

“Don’t move, princess. Be like your snowman. Be very quiet and very still.”

“You’re b-bleeding, Daddy” Tears streamed from her eyes, and her nose ran.

“It’s only a scratch.”

“That’s your sore sh-shoulder.”

“I’m all right, sweetheart. You just stay real still.” She stared at him, tears streaking her face, but she stood still like he’d asked. “Good girl,” he said gently, praying to God he could get her out of this safely. “Don’t move at all, honey” He met Stone’s ice blue eyes. “Take the gun off her.”

“I underestimated you once, Grayson. I won’t make that mistake again.” Stone kept his eyes on Duke, then spoke to Cuvier, who appeared behind Faith. “Get that woman away from me.”

Cuvier helped Faith to her feet, his lips drawing back in a snarl. “I’ll bury you for this, Franklin.”

“You’ll bury yourself too, Cuvier. Your name is on all those deals you handled for me. Did you really think you could sell that property out from under me?”

“We don’t care about the property,” Faith said, her voice frigid and trembling. “You’re holding a gun to your own . . . you could hurt her, damn it!”

“Shut up, woman!” Stone’s angry voice lashed like a whip crack and made Cora cry. “This is your fault for running off on me.”

“I didn’t have the deed!” she cried. “I had no choice but to run.”

From the corner of his eye, Duke saw Iris run into the yard wide-eyed and out of breath. “What’s going on?” she called, then her gaze fell on Stone. “Dear God!” She whirled away and rushed down the street.

Her appearance riled Stone, but he remained vigilant and focused on Duke, as if he knew who was his biggest threat. “I want the deed to the brothel property,” he snarled.

“I’ll get it for you right now. Just let her go.” Duke would do whatever it took to get the man to release Cora. Cuvier was about to expose the corrupt bastard anyhow, and they would take the judge down before his peers.

Stone’s eyes narrowed. “A man like you doesn’t give in so easily.”

“A man whose daughter has a loaded gun to her head does. Cuvier brought the deed to us. Let’s go in the house and I’ll sign it over to you,” Duke said.

Stone’s laugh made his hand twitch, and Duke’s breath locked in his chest. “We’ll just go inside like two old friends, eh, Grayson? I suppose you’ll want to seal the deal with a whiskey in your parlor afterward,” the man taunted.

A curl of hair from beneath Cora’s pink hat twisted around the steel barrel of the revolver, causing a volcanic fury to rise up in Duke. His hands shook, and he curled them into fists to keep from lunging for Stone’s throat. One opening, just one—that’s all he needed. Just one distraction and he would jump the bastard.

“I’ll give you what you want, Stone. I swear it.” Christ, he’d get on his knees right here in the blood-covered snow and beg the man if it would free Cora.

“I have a better plan,” Stone said. “I’ll take this little girl back to Syracuse with me, since I have a legal right to do so and—”

“No!” Faith tried to wrench her arms free, but Cuvier kept his arms strapped around her waist. “Judge, please, she’s a little girl. She doesn’t understand this. I’ll go with you. Duke will sign the deed. You can have the damn property, just let her go!” Duke sensed Faith’s growing panic and was afraid she’d break completely or push Stone too far.

But Stone ignored her. “Have Faith take the morning train to Syracuse. Alone. When I receive the signed deed, I’ll leave Cora with my mistress. You already know the address, apparently, so you can retrieve her there.”

“No.” Duke shook his head. “Leave Cora here, and we’ll take care of this matter now. No tricks. No trouble. You have my word.”

“Your word means nothing to me, Grayson. We do this my way, not yours.”

“You’ll get what you want, damn it. Right now. Just take that damn gun away from her head.”

A slick smile lifted the judge’s chapped lips. “I won’t hurt this precious little girl unless you do something stupid.”

That precious little girl was
his
little girl, and that deranged bastard was playing with her life. Molten fury rose up in Duke, bubbling and surging, seeking a way out. He longed to slam his fists into Stone’s face and pummel the man to death, but he checked his rage for Cora’s sake.

From the corner of his eye, he saw Radford sprint into the yard with a rifle. What the hell? Had Adam run for his brothers instead of the sheriff? His chest cramped and pain ravaged his shoulder. He didn’t want his brothers in danger, too. Damn it all, Radford had a gun but couldn’t shoot; not only was his position bad, but he hadn’t used a gun since the war. Did he think he could simply use the weapon to negotiate the situation? It wouldn’t work. The gun would increase Stone’s desperation. Duke wanted to wave Radford away before the situation got worse, but his brother stopped on his own, crouched beside the greenhouse, observing and waiting, ready to step in if needed.

Faith was seething, her expression outraged as she edged closer to Stone despite Cuvier’s grip on her shoulder. “You’re a judge, for God’s sake! You’re supposed to uphold the law and help people, not rob and threaten them.”

Stone ignored her, tightened his hold on Cora’s scarf and nudged her forward.

Duke’s desperation almost choked him, and he sidestepped to block Stone’s way. “Is it money you want?”

“Stand aside.”

“I’ll give you money. I’ll sign the deed. Anything you want.” He widened his stance, trying to keep his legs from quaking and to counter the woozy feeling that was creeping over him. He was losing too much blood. He had to force Stone to shift that gun away from Cora’s head.

Stone smirked. “It always amazes me what a desperate man will do when his back is to the wall.”

“Me too,” Cuvier said, his lip curled in disgust. “And I’m thinking your brother’s new position as senator is making you a little desperate.”

“Shut up, Cuvier! You’re nothing but a weak, stupid man.”

Cora started crying again.

A neighbor across the street stuck his head out the door and looked in their direction. He’d likely heard the shot, but all he would see was a cluster of people outside. From his distance, he’d likely assume they were visiting, helping a little girl build a snowman.

“Oh, God . . .” Faith’s head was bleeding and she was starting to break down. The situation was escalating out of control, and if Duke didn’t move soon, he wouldn’t have the strength to wrestle the revolver away from Stone.

“I’m c-cold, Daddy,” Cora said.

“I’m going with you, Stone.” Duke would push a confrontation. He would force the son of a bitch to turn the gun on him, and give Faith or Cuvier an opening to grab Cora. “I’ll get the deed and see you safely back to Syracuse.”

“Forget it.” Stone started forward again, but the sound of thundering horse hooves made him pause. The horse raced up the street, then into the yard, and stopped abruptly twenty feet away.

Boyd leapt off Evelyn’s mare, and Duke groaned. Adam
had
gone for Radford instead of the sheriff, and likely Evelyn had raced to the mill on her horse to get Boyd and Kyle.

“Hey, fellas, why didn’t you tell me you were having a party?” Boyd asked, swaggering toward them as if they were all old friends.

Stone’s shoulders tensed. “Stay back or I’ll pull this trigger,” he snarled, making Cora sob harder. Her little mouth was wide open, her desperate eyes fixed on Duke, tearing him apart that he couldn’t save and comfort her.

And Boyd was walking into the situation blind. Duke’s heart thundered in his chest.

Boyd froze when he spotted the gun against Cora’s temple, and the look in his eyes turned deadly. “I guess this is invitation only.” He raised his palms as if fending off Stone’s glare, but Duke knew his brother. Boyd understood the situation now and was telling Kyle, who was climbing the creek bank, and Radford, who was still crouched by the greenhouse, that they were all defenseless against Stone’s position. “No need to get cranky over a small breach of etiquette,” he said, taking another casual step toward the judge.

A nauseated, drained feeling washed through Duke, and he knew a bone-deep fear he’d never experienced. If Stone realized he was surrounded and had a gun trained on his back, he’d know things were as bad as they could get. Without Cora to get him out of Fredonia, he was a dead man. And Cora might lose either way.

“What’s a man got to do to get an invitation to the party?” Boyd continued.

“Just take one more step,” Stone growled.

Boyd took the step, and Duke realized what his brother was after. The damn fool was trying to provoke Stone into shooting at him, because the man would have to shift the revolver away from Cora to do it. He was willing to risk a bullet to turn the situation to their advantage. And Duke had to let him do it.

Duke watched Stone’s gun hand, searching for a twitch or tick or shift in his protruding veins that would reveal his intentions. If Stone pulled that trigger and harmed Cora or Boyd, he was a dead man. Duke would use his last breath to rip the man’s heart out.

Stone narrowed his eyes at Boyd. “Either you’re an incredibly stupid man, or a very intelligent one.”

“What a coincidence,” Boyd said. “I was thinking the same about you.”

Stone’s lips lifted in a snarl. “Don’t push me. Get on your horse and leave or I’ll make you wish you had.”

“Your argument is with me,” Cuvier called, his voice echoing across the yard. “I’m the one who used your connections to get an offer on the brothel.”

Boyd grinned. “You got hoodwinked?” he asked, blocking Stone’s attempt to move forward. “You let this two-bit lawyer get one over on you?” Boyd’s laughter boomed across the yard. “Not too smart of you, eh, Judge? Talk about stupid.”

It worked; Stone growled and swung the revolver toward Boyd’s chest.

Duke leapt forward, arms extended, hands open. With his right hand, he palmed Cora’s tear-stained face and shoved her backwards. In the same instant, he hooked the bloody half- numb fingers of his left hand over the gun and pulled the revolver down and back, risking a bullet in his legs.

The blast echoed through the neighborhood, followed by another loud, deadly crack that sent Duke reeling backward.

Screams filled the yard, and Duke fell. He tried to twist his body and gain an advantage, but he didn’t have the strength to outmuscle Stone. They hit the ground together, Stone on top.

Duke gripped the man’s neck with his good arm and held him, refusing to let the bastard fire another shot, even if it meant his own death. Everything was turning gray, but Duke held on, praying he’d been fast enough to shove his daughter out of harm’s way, and that his brothers would hurry up and pull Stone off his shoulder that was screaming with pain.