Texas Rose TH2 (32 page)

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"I can't find Manuel anywhere." Carmen stood by the open front door, staring into the night, a worried frown crossing her brow.

"He's probably following Evie. He and Jose were whispering together over supper." Daniel glanced covertly at the girl in the doorway and went back to bending his injured leg up and down as the doctor had told him. It hurt like hell, and his muscles felt like they were on fire, but he was determined to walk again, and walk straight.

Carmen turned asked curiously, "Why do you call her Evie? I thought her name was Maryellen."

Daniel blushed, but in the dim light the color wasn't noticeable. "Evie is her other name. She prefers Maryellen," he answered with a touch of curtness.

Before Carmen could respond, Manuel came barreling down the alley, swinging up on the front porch, nearly colliding with his sister as he slid into the house. "They're over at the church hall, dancing. Do you think she'll marry Mr. Harding?"

Daniel reached for his glasses to hide his expression. "I doubt it. She just likes to dance."

"But Mr. Harding is rich. He has horses. Maybe he would let us ride them if they got married." Manuel grabbed the crust end of a loaf of bread from the stove and sat cross-legged in front of the empty fireplace munching, building dreams of his own.

Evie could already be rich, but she hadn't come back here after seeing the lawyer, so Daniel didn't know. He shrugged. "She's more likely to tan your hide if she knew you were spying on her."

Manuel dug a coin out of his pocket and flourished it. "Mr. Monteigne gave me this to follow after them, but he's there with her now, and I didn't see why there should be two of us."

"Besides, you were hungry." Daniel gave the disappearing bread a knowing look while hiding a chuckle. Evie would be up in the rafters if she knew Tyler had been paying Manuel to spy on her. His hopes soared. Evie needed someone like Tyler to look after her, and after all, they were married. It was time they started acting like married people.

"Did you find Mr. Logan's money?" Carmen asked anxiously, closing the front door and peering into the bedrooms to be certain the two youngest children were asleep.

Manuel looked uneasy. "There wasn't any sign of it. You reckon he made up that story?"

Daniel noted that both sets of dark eyes were worried. He wanted to take away the worry, but he was stuck here like a useless lump of lead. There was something odd about the way Manuel had been behaving lately. "Was there anyone else near the livery while he was gone?"

The question made Manuel even more nervous. The boy fidgeted, finished his bread, and hopped up, heading for the door again. "I better go see if the dance is over yet. Do you think Mr. Monteigne will pay me more if I catch Mrs. Peyton smooching with Mr. Harding?"

"Manuel!" Carmen caught her brother's shirt and jerked him away from the door. "Answer Mr. Mulloney."

Mr. Mulloney. Daniel wanted to crawl in a hole and hide at the same time he swelled with pride. She thought of him as a "mister." Evie's decision to call herself "Mrs." had at least given him back his name, but their deceptions made him feel lower than a snake.

The boy shrugged and looked at the floor. "I'm not supposed to say."

A knot formed in Daniel's stomach. "Manuel, if you know someone stole that money, you're an accomplice if you hide that information from the sheriff."

Manuel looked defiant. "I didn't see anybody do anything. And you can't tell me what to do. You're not my father."

He ran out the door before anyone could stop him, leaving Daniel and Carmen to look at each other. There was something wrong, but who could they tell and what could they say?

"I'll talk to Evie. Maybe she'll know what to do." Even as he said it, Daniel knew it was a lie. Evie was too caught up in a dozen different things to think anything of Manuel's minor rebellion. It could mean nothing. It was just something in the pit of his stomach that felt wrong, and maybe something in Carmen's expression.

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"Jailbreak! Them stage-robbing bastards done broke out!" A voice shouted from the front of the church hall.

The music skidded to a halt.

The dancers stopped where they were, and Evie found herself on the arm of one of the Double H cowboys. The man had brown-stained front teeth and a distinctive odor of tobacco. He spat a wad at the call for a posse. Without taking another look at her, he stalked off to join the other men rushing out.

Evie recognized Tyler's embrace as he caught her waist and led her to the edge of the crowd. He was different from any man in here. He didn't lift or shove her but steered her firmly out of the crush of people. She didn't spare time to be angry for his presumption. She was worried about the children.

"I need to get back to the house, Tyler. What if those men make a break for the livery?"

Tyler's thoughts were plunging along those lines, too, but it was Evie's safety that concerned him. He wanted to keep her from running smack into the arms of desperadoes. Looking a the fear in her face now, he knew the trouble was multiplied by the children.

Kyle Harding plowed through the crowd to meet them. "I'll have to join the sheriff, Mrs. Peyton. Are you staying here, Monteigne?"

"I brought the bastards in once; somebody else can have the pleasure now. Those kids are back at the house alone. Somebody needs to check on them."

It was obvious that Kyle was struggling to remember what kids and why anyone should care, and Tyler felt a surge of impatience. "You go on, I'll take care of it." He turned to Evie. "Let me take you over to Miss Horton. You can stay with her while I look in on the kids. I'll be back shortly."

Relieved of any further responsibility, Kyle made a bow and hurried after the others. Evie clutched Tyler's arm before he could escape.

"I'm going with you."

"You're not leaving until it's safe. Be sensible, Evie." Tyler steered her in the direction of Claudine Horton. Even from here he could see the other woman's fury, but he wasn't much inclined toward soothing ruffled feathers at the moment.

Evie jerked her arm away, caught up her skirt, and started for the door on her own. When Tyler tried to catch up with her, she started to run.

Tyler gave up trying to halt her. He wasn't about to be charged with assault, and that was more than likely what it would take to bring Evie down now that she was in full flight. He simply caught her upper arm, slowed her down slightly, and hoped for a graceful exit.

Outside, men were running for horses, checking ammunition, and unfastening rifles as they swarmed through the town's main thoroughfare. Shouts and yells could be heard up and down the street, but the search party hadn't reached a stage of organization yet. Torches flared, and Tyler grabbed one from someone's hand as they ran by.

Hurrying down the street, he released Evie's arm to unhook his holster flap. The alley would be black. He needed more hands and more guns. He whistled in relief at a dark shadow stepping out of the hotel doorway.

"Where the hell have you been?" Tyler shoved the torch into Ben's hand.

"Around. I'll tell you later. One of the kids just ran down the alley. I ain't seen anyone else." Ben glanced down at Evie. "You'd better get inside the lobby, Miss Evie. Tyler's gonna need both his hands."

She gave the rifle in Ben's hands a nervous look. "I can hold the torch."

"Then you stand right here and hold it, 'cause we don't need it yet. You just stand here and holler if you see anything." Ben passed the torch to her, primed his rifle, and started down the alley.

Tyler followed without a backward look. Evie wondered how she had been hoodwinked into this position. It seemed much safer if the alley were lighted as they walked down it, but then, it also seemed wisest if someone guarded their backs. She hesitated, and before she could make any decision, she could see Tyler running up to her front porch and Ben disappearing down the side to the back.

No one followed. No one interfered with their progress. She could see the shadow of Tyler pressed against the front wall as he looked through the lighted window. When he threw open the door, she breathed a sigh of relief and started down the alley after them. The posse was already forming, and she refused to be left standing here alone on the street.

She had forgotten about the side door of the hotel. As she hurried down the alley, the door opened and a dark figure stepped out. Evie screamed in surprise, but it wasn't a loud scream, not more than a squeak after the man's gloved hand closed over her mouth. The torch fell to the ground.

Chapter 25

Daniel and Carmen looked up in surprise as both the front and back doors simultaneously burst open. They were huddled together on the pallet that served as Daniel's couch in the front room, their heads bent over a book. They jumped apart with guilty looks when Ben and Tyler rushed into the room.

Tyler wiped the back of his forehead with his sleeve and regarded the two with amusement. "Lord, when I didn't see anyone in here, I thought we were all in trouble. First thing tomorrow, I'm buying you proper furniture. That way I'll at least be able to see what you're up to from the window."

Daniel grimaced and regarded the pulled guns with interest. "Were you planning on shooting us if we were up to no good?"

Ben laughed and shouldered his rifle while Tyler tucked away his gun. "No, but your sister might. We'd better go round her up."

Tyler started for the door. "Are all the others in their beds?"

Carmen nodded. "Manuel just came in and went straight to bed. The others are asleep."

A cry echoed down the alley, a slight cry, but magnified in Tyler's imagination. He started, and hand on his gun, threw open the door. The torch at the end of the alley was gone.

His curse sent Ben running after him. Daniel grabbed for his walking stick and struggled to his feet with Carmen's assistance. Behind them, Manuel crept into the front room, still fully dressed.

Evie wasn't where he'd left her. Tyler knew she wasn't there. He cursed every word he knew and some he hadn't known he knew as he stumbled over the torch in the alley. He grabbed it and held it like a cudgel as he glanced around.

The darkness was against him, but the light scrap of material that was Evie's hat stood out in the pitch-black of night. He and Ben both saw it at the same time, and Ben grabbed for the door above it. Silently, he swung it open and slipped in, gesturing at Tyler to go around.

If Evie was inside that door, Tyler wanted to be there, and he cursed Ben for taking the part of older brother as usual. The damned man had never known how to be a servant. Still cursing, Tyler ran to the front of the hotel and entered through the lobby.

Phil was at the front desk counting the night's receipts. He glanced up with disinterest at Tyler's entrance, then jumped when Tyler slammed the torch across the desk.

"Who's come through here in the last five minutes?"

Phil stared at him as if he were crazed. Nervously, he shrugged. "Just Hale going up to talk to a client. Tom from the livery was here a bit ago. There's a drummer out of Houston came in drunk as a skunk." Realization suddenly dawned. "If you're looking for those jailbreakers, they didn't come through here. The posse's already tracking them."

The side door apparently went up the back steps. Phil couldn't see it from the lobby. Tyler glanced toward the wide staircase leading to the upper rooms. All evidence of the flood had been carefully polished away but boards that had been too warped to repair had recently been replaced. The new treads were a different color. There was an outline of mud on one of the lighter treads. Mud, in a town as dry as dust. He started for the stairs.

A crash and a thud echoed from overhead, and Tyler took the stairs two at a time, with Phil following close behind.

Ben was already there, ramming the door with his shoulder. Tyler could hear Evie's irate screams as she ranted at someone, but she didn't sound hurt. He almost grinned as the words "you demented son of a female dog" floated from the room. And then the door abruptly opened before Ben could hit it, and he fell through, sprawling at Evie's feet.

Choking on laughter, Tyler stepped over his friend's long form, blocking Evie from the sight of the curious crowd beginning to form in the hallway. The room was empty of anyone but Evie. With a few curt words, he ordered Phil to close the door and go find what remained of the law in this town.