The Anonymous Bride (34 page)

“I can cook and sew better than the both of you put together, that’s why.”

“Aye, ’tis true. I can’t cook a’tall.” Miss O’Neil backed toward her bedroom door. “But you can’t know who the marshal will choose.”

“That’s right. I noticed he didn’t pick your shirt.” Carly glared at the blond, wondering why she was siding with the Irish girl. “Maybe the marshal don’t even like blonds.”

“Well, we shall see. I’m just giving y’all fair warning. I do not intend to lose this competition.” Miss Bennett’s countenance changed swiftly, and it looked as if a wave of uncertainty washed over her face. “I simply can’t lose.” She spun around, skirts swishing, enveloping Carly and Miss O’Neil in the scent of lilacs. She hurried into her room and slammed the door.

Miss O’Neil jumped. The paleness of her face matched the white wall trim. Her green eyes looked as big as the buttons on Bertha Boyd’s dresses. Carly felt an uncharacteristic desire to comfort the girl. Though they were both competitors for the same prize, she felt an odd kinship to the other brides in spite of Miss Bennett’s outburst. “Don’t pay her no mind. We got ever’ bit as good a chance at winnin’ as her.”

Miss O’Neil nodded, but the look of concern didn’t leave her eyes. “Good evening.”

The bedroom door shut quietly, and Carly continued down the wide hall to her room. Mrs. Hamilton had done a nice job decorating the boardinghouse, giving the place a homey feel. A hurricane lamp sat on top of a lacy tablecloth, bathing the dim hall in a soft light. The scents of the delicious meal still lingered, even upstairs, reminding her she’d eaten too much. This was the nicest home she’d ever been in. If only she never had to leave this place.

She reached for her door and paused, knowing her thoughts were foolish. This was a temporary stop. But she’d grown to like the little town and its people. If only she could somehow find a job, maybe she could stay here awhile. Grinning at the thought, she stepped into the room, and a whiff of something odd hit her in the face. Smoke?

Her gaze dashed around the room for the source. The door slammed shut behind her, and she whirled around, her heart jumping into her throat.

“Howdy, sis. You’re a hard gal to track down.”

She glared at her brother. How in the world had he found her? She tried to look relaxed though she felt anything but that. “What are you doing here, Ty?”

He sucked in a puff of his cigarette and then leaned casually against the wall and blew smoke rings. “Lookin’ for my sister. I
am
responsible for ya.”

“Not anymore. You left me for dead after that stage robbery.”

He shrugged. “What was I s’posed to do if you were dead? Didn’t see no reason to get caught tryin’ to fetch your body.”

She huffed out an angry sigh. “I can see how much I mean to you. I ain’t even worth a decent burial.”

Tyson gave her the charming grin that made many a naive woman swoon, but it was wasted on her. “Now, what’cha gettin’ your petticoats in a twist for? You ain’t dead.”

She narrowed her eyes. “I’ll thank you not to mention my unmentionables. And what if I had been lyin’ in that stage, bleeding and in need of a doctor? You didn’t bother to check.”

He pushed away from the wall with a menacing glare and flicked the cigarette onto the carpet. “You ain’t dead, so just hush up all this chatter before someone hears.” A twisted grin pulled at his mouth. “And don’t you look purty all gussied up like some schoolmarm.”

Carly stomped on the cigarette butt before it could burn the carpeting that covered the center of the floor. She picked up the stub, stalked to the window, and flicked the butt outside. Marshal Davis stood on the street beside the bank, talking to two women. If only she could get his attention—but then what? She may not like her brother, but she didn’t want him shot, and if the marshal jailed him, Ty would for sure rat on her. On the other hand, her brother was a keen shooter, and if the marshal got mortally wounded, it would ruin all her plans. How was she going to get rid of Ty before he spoiled everything?

“The marshal has a wanted poster with your likeness on it.” She crossed her arms and pivoted back to face him. “You cain’t stay here, you know.”

He strode past her and flopped on her bed, making it creak under his weight. He didn’t bother to remove his dirty boots from the quilt that Mrs. Hamilton had probably spent months making. “I can do anything I want.”

Carly bit the inside of her cheek, battling both anger and desperation. “You’re not concerned about the poster?”

He shrugged. “Those drawings ain’t too good.”

“How did you find me?”

“Pretty slick move of yours, pretending to be that other gal on that stage.”

Carly tensed. If Ty knew she was impersonating Ellie Blackstone, who else did? “How do you know about that?”

“Read the story in the Joplin newspaper. It said Ellie Blackstone had survived and was traveling on to Lookout, Texas, to be a mail-order bride, but another unknown woman was near death. I ’membered that name from when I put you on the stage, so I snuck in the doctor’s office one night to get you.” A smirk tugged at his lips. “Imagine my surprise when it weren’t you but that other gal. I put two and two together, and here I am.”

Carly’s heart jumped like a horse clearing a creek. How had the paper known where she was going? She didn’t remember telling the lawman anything but her name. Then she realized what her brother had said and felt the skin on her face tighten. “Ellie Blackstone is alive?”

Ty shrugged. “Don’t know. She was wounded bad. I imagine she’s dead by now.”

Sinking down on the vanity stool, she considered what it would mean to her if the woman wasn’t dead. She could show up here any day.

“I don’t know what your game is here, but I noticed this little town has a nice-sized bank—and only one lawman. We could make off with a haul.”

So Ty had been scoping out the town. That didn’t surprise her. He might not be the sharpest knife in the drawer, but she couldn’t fault his thorough planning before a robbery. “I’m not helpin’ you rob that bank.”

He sat up and stared at her, brows lifted. “Don’t sass me. You know I don’t like it.”

Carly’s gaze drifted toward the door. She could probably get there before him, but then what? Ty wasn’t beyond hurting anyone to get what he wanted—and that included her. He might act the caring brother, but he only had one goal: to take what he wanted. She couldn’t stand the thought of something happening to Mrs. Hamilton. The woman had been kind, and Carly had begun to actually like her.

“Don’t even think about crossing me, Carly. I don’t like hurtin’ ya, but I will if ’n ya force me to.”

She squeezed her eyes shut, trying to form a plan.

“Tell me what your scam is. I want in on it.”

“My plan hasn’t exactly succeeded.” Otherwise she would have been long gone, and he’d never have found her.

Ty grinned and leaned back against her pillow with his hands behind his head. “That’s because I’m the brains of the Payton gang. You need me.”

“We’re not a gang. At least I’m no longer part of it.”

Ty pursed his lips and stared at the ceiling as if something was on his mind.

Carly walked over to the bed and leaned on the bedpost. “Did something happen to Emmett and Floyd?”

Ty sat up cross-legged on the bed. “Emmett got himself killed in that stage robbery, and Floyd found out his ma was dying and went home.”

“You let him go?” Carly found that hard to believe, knowing all that Floyd knew about her brother’s shenanigans.

Ty shrugged. “I thought about shooting ’im for leavin’ me, but he’s the only man I trust. I reckon once his ma dies he’ll come back. What else could he do? He ain’t done an honest day’s work his whole life.”

“Well, he’ll never think to look for you down here in Texas.”

“Neither will them lawmen what’s after me.” He chuckled. “Gotta hand it to you, I never expected you was smart enough to take care of yourself.”

Carly scowled at him. No, she could cook and do his gang’s wash and even help in a robbery, but she wasn’t smart enough to fend for herself. She’d forgotten how much she disliked being with her brother. How he continually belittled her as if she were nothing more than a maggot.

She strode to the window again and saw Jack outside, throwing a stick for that ugly yellow dog to fetch. If she could just get her attention—

“Whatever you’re thinkin’, don’t. I’ve seen all the pretty gals what live here and that lady and her kid. I’d hate for any of ’em to get hurt because ya did something stupid.”

“What is it you want?”

“I want to know what you had planned when ya came here.”

Carly sighed. What did it matter now? Her plan had failed. “I came here pretending to be Ellie Blackstone. She told me on the stage she was comin’ here to marry the town marshal. I thought if I took her place, I might weasel up close to the marshal and find out about payroll shipments.”

A glimmer sparked in Ty’s blue eyes. “And?”

She shrugged. “And nothin’. I even searched his office once when he was gone. Nothing. No payroll shipment information of any kind.”

“That sounds a bit odd with him being the only protection in this town.”

“Either he doesn’t know about any, or there aren’t any in this area, or...” She wasn’t sure if she wanted to share this thought.

“Or what?” He slid off the bed and crossed the room, standing off to the side of the window.

She shrugged. “It’s just a guess, but maybe he keeps them in his pocket or at his house.”

“Hmm. Could be.” Ty leaned against the wall and crossed his boot over his ankle. “Reckon it wouldn’t be any trouble to search his house. Where’s it at?”

Carly pinched her mouth shut. Hadn’t she told him enough? If Ty didn’t find the information in the house, he might shoot Luke to get it—and she didn’t want that to happen. Sometime, somehow, she’d started liking the people of Lookout. She knew Luke was suspicious of her, but he was so kind to Jack and that dumb dog. She never should have let her defenses down, because now her brother could use them against her.

Ty suddenly grabbed her shoulders and shook her. “Where’s the marshal’s house?”

She glanced out the window, hoping someone had seen him. Ty must have realized the same thing, because he let go and stepped back, but his hand slid to his gun handle, letting her know he meant business.

“It’s next door. That little house just west of the boardinghouse.”

“I’ll scout it out tomorrow.” Ty pulled his gun and waved it in Carly’s face. “You just keep quiet about me. If word gets out I’m here, someone’s gonna get hurt. Maybe that cute little kid.”

Carly glanced out the window again, and her heart jolted. Jack was staring up at her.

CHAPTER 27

Jack threw the stick and stared up at Miss Blackstone’s window again. She was sure she’d seen someone in the room—a man to be exact.

But having a man in a woman’s room was against her ma’s rules.

Max trotted back with the stick in his mouth, looking happy. She took it from him, tossed it away again, and wiped the dog slobber on her skirt. Peering over her shoulder, she saw that Luke was still talking to Polly and Dolly Dykstra.

Max grabbed the stick and hurried back to her. He dropped it at her feet then stared up at her, looking as if he were grinning. He waited, wagging his tail, ears alert. She backed up a few feet so she could get a better look at the window and tossed the stick. A person stepped up close to Miss Blackstone and then quickly jumped back into the shadows. There
was
someone in her room, and that person wore a man’s plaid shirt. That left only one possible solution—there really was a man in that room.

And currently, they didn’t have any male boarders.

The front door opened, and her ma stepped out. “Time to come in, Jacqueline.”

This time, Jack didn’t argue. She had to find out what was going on. Max walked back, head drooping. The stick fell from his mouth, and his tail wagged. She bent down to scratch his ears. “Gotta go, boy. There’s something strange goin’ on at home.”

The dog whined as Jack jogged toward her mother. How could she get upstairs without making her ma suspicious?

“Go wash up and get ready for bed, sweetie.” Her mother stood in the doorway, looking down the street.

Jack gazed back over her shoulder. Was her ma looking at Luke? As much as she hoped so, she had a problem that needed investigating. “Don’t you need me to take some fresh water upstairs to the boarders?”

Her ma’s brows lifted. “Uh ... thank you, but no. I did that before I fixed supper.”

Jack searched her mind for another excuse. “Well, maybe they need some clean towels.”

“What’s going on?” Her mother glanced up the stairs.

Jack leaned forward to close the space between them. Maybe confessing was the best alternative. “I saw a man in Miss Blackstone’s room, Ma.”

“What? When?” She placed her hand over her heart like she often did when she was worried.

“Just now when I was playing fetch with Max. I saw him twice through the window. Honest, Ma.”