TW12 The Six-Gun Solution NEW (23 page)

"You're the one's been spreadin' lies about the Earps, Clanton, and I tell you I won't stand for it," said Holliday, a dangerous edge to his voice. "And I hear it's you been telling people I was the one held up that stage and helped King get away.”

“I don't know nothin' about that," Clanton protested. “And I don't know nothing about no reward for Leonard, Head and Crane, neither. It's your friend Wyatt Earp's been tellin' folks I made a deal with him in secret to double-cross those three for the reward and I ain't never done no such thing!"

"You're a liar, Clanton." Holliday replied. "You'd sell out your own mother for a dollar. I've had about enough of you and your damn mouth Jerk your pistol!"

"I'm not heeled," said Clanton, nervously. "Hell, you know the law."

"Yeah, and it seems like you obey it only when it's convenient for you," Holliday replied.

The door behind Lucas opened and Virgil Earp came in. Apparently, someone had run to fetch him.

"Trouble, Doc?" said Virgil.

"Clanton here's been spreadin' lies about us all over town," said Holliday. "I've had about enough of it. You talk big, Clanton. Let’s see how big you are. You want a fight, you son of a bitch, you can damn well have one!"

"I told him I'm not heeled," Clanton said to Virgil. "I ain't breakin' any laws."

"You're a liar," Holliday said. "If you haven't got a gun, then go and get one! I'll wait right here!"

"I'm not going to have any shooting around here, Doc," said Virgil. "Come on, let’s step outside and talk about this."

"I'm through talkin'! And I'm through listenin' to this lyin' rustler, too!"

“Doc, I'm askin' you as a friend," Virgil said. "Let's go. Let Clanton have his mouth. He's just a blowhard, everybody knows it."

Clanton glared at Virgil, but said nothing.

Doc pointed his finger at Clanton. "I'm not through with you, you bastard. This ain't finished!"

He walked out with Virgil

“You heard him!" Clanton said, to the people in the room. "You heard him threaten me! That's what this town has come to! Outlaws like Doc Holliday can threaten law-abiding citizens just because he's got the Earps there to protect him! Now they're goin’ around throwin’ dirt on my good name! Well, if they want a fight, then Ike Clanton will oblige them!"

Lucas beat a hasty retreat before he got caught in the middle of something.

He knew what this was all about and he knew what it was leading up to. Wells Fargo had offered a reward for the capture of the outlaws who had killed Bud Philpot and tried to rob the stage. Leonard, Head and Crane had managed to elude the posse and Wyatt Earp was still smarting from it. He wanted the glory of capturing the outlaws and he hoped to do it before the next election, when he planned to run for sheriff against Johnny Behan.

According to history, he'd secretly offered a deal to Ike Clanton, Frank McLaury and another rustler named Joe Hill, to trap the outlaws. And rather than manifest the outrage that he claimed to have over being asked to betray his friends, all Ike Clanton had wanted to know was if the reward was good dead or alive. Obviously, if the outlaws were killed, they'd never be around to tell the other rustlers who betrayed them. And the size of the reward was more than a suitable inducement.

Ike was going to set them up for an ambush and then collect the reward, only nothing ever came of it because Leonard and Head were killed in an attempted store robbery in Hatchita, New Mexico and Crane was killed shortly thereafter, rustling cattle with Old Man Clanton, Ike's father. However, word of the deal leaked out and soon spread all over town, primarily because of Canton's vocal protestations to anyone who'd listen. It only added to the bad blood between the Clantons, the McLaurys and the Earps and it would lead to the most famous gunfight in western history—the shoot-out at the O.K. Corral.

The situation in Tombstone was tense enough without agents from the future contributing to temporal instability in the time sector. Lucas only hoped that whatever was supposed to happen would happen soon. Yet, at the same time, he wasn't ready for it. He hurried down the street to the Oriental Saloon.

Delaney wasn't there, either. Cursing to himself. Lucas hurried back to the hotel. He had the terrible feeling that he was running out of time, he hoped Andre had found Delaney. They had to tell him about Scott. Somehow, Lucas was certain, Scott Neilson was the key to the whole thing. Only what, exactly, were they supposed to do? And when? There was still no sign of Darkness. Why was he cutting it so close?

He ran into the hotel and hurried up the stairs to their room. Andre was already there. There was no sign of Finn Delaney.

“You didn't find him?" she asked, anxiously.

Lucas shook his head. "I looked everywhere. I can't imagine where he could have gone."

“He hasn't been in at the boarding house all day." she said. “And he hasn't been seen in any of the other places that I checked. Hell, they didn't even know who the hell he was. You'd think they'd remember a guy built like a gorilla with red hair and a beard."

"Something may have happened to him," Lucas said. "Maybe he pushed Stone too close. Christ. Where haven't we checked?"

Neither Lucas nor Andre were registered at the Grand Hotel. Delaney stared at the desk clerk with astonishment. "Are you sure?" he asked.

"We don't have anyone by the name of Priest registered here, mister,” said the desk clerk. "You must have made a mistake."

"Finn," said Neilson, from behind him.

"Excuse me." Delaney said to the desk clerk and went over to join Scott and Jenny.

"They're not at this hotel." said Scott. "They're at the other Grand Hotel, in the other timeline. It's me. Somehow, you've been crossing over from one timeline to the other, but you can't do it now because of me. There's another Scott Neilson over there and if I crossed over, it would be a temporal anomaly."

Delaney frowned. "That doesn't make sense." he said. "Lucas had a double in the other universe and he was able to cross over. Why should I be prevented from crossing over because of you? And why should you be prevented from crossing over?"

"Come on, Finn. you must have figured it out by now," said Scott. "There's only one explanation that makes any sort of sense. It's not the Network, it's not the S.O.G., it isn't Drakov, it's me, the focal point of the disruption. Whatever's going to happen here, I'm at the center of the instability and when it reaches the breaking point, I'm the one who's going to trigger it somehow. Jenny, excuse us for a moment."

He drew Delaney aside and spoke to him in a low voice, so she couldn't hear.

“She turned on Drakov because of me," he said, "and I don't want her to hear this but you've got to promise me one thing. When all of this is over, you'll take her back with you. She needs help, Finn. Drakov had her thinking she wasn't even human."

"What are you talking about, Scott? You know we can't possibly—“

"She doesn't belong here, Finn. Look, let's be honest with each other. Ever since Jenny told me what was going on, I’ve been wracking my brain over it, trying to figure all the angles. Drakov, the Network, the S.O.G., they're all here contributing to the instability, but they're not the real threat, are they? It's me. Somehow, in the other universe, I was the Montana Kid. I lived in another time, in another place, and I didn't know anything about the T.I.A. or temporal disruptions. You know, it's a funny thing, but I've always felt that I was born too late. That I didn't belong in my own time, that I really belonged here. And in the other timeline, that's how it was! I don't even pretend to understand the metaphysics involved, but somehow, I was fated to be here. Only I'm not supposed to be here. Whatever's going to happen to bring about the disaster up ahead, maybe the Network's going to start it. or maybe the S.0.G. or Drakov or maybe even all of them. but I'm the one who's going to finish it. Don't ask me how I know. I can just feel it. And I also have a feeling that to stop whatever's going to happen, you may have to kill me."

"Scott, you don't know what you're saying You've been under a lot of strain and—"

"Damn it, Finn, don't patronize me! You've thought about it, haven't you? “Tell me the truth!"

Delaney took a deep breath and nodded. "Yeah, I've thought about it."

"Suppose that's what Darkness wants you to do." said Scott. “Suppose you're going to have to kill me. You are going to go through with it, aren't you?"

“Scott. . ."

"Damn it, Finn, if that's how it turns out, you'll have to do it! You know you'll have to! I just want you to know I understand. Whatever happens now, if I'm really at the focal point of all this. I'm simply going to have to assume that there's nothing I can do about it. If I'm the one, then whatever it is I'm going to do, we know from Darkness that I've already done it and chances are the only way to stop me is to kill me. But only at a certain time, apparently."

"Scott, this is all conjecture," said Delaney. "You don't really know that--"

"No, I don't really know, but if that's how it's going to be, I want you to know that I understand and I want you to do what you have to do. I've only got one last request. Take Jenny with you.”

"Scott. . ."

"Please, Finn. Is it really asking all that much?"

Delaney nodded. "No. No. I don't suppose it is.”

"Then you promise?"

"Okay, I promise."

"All right, we're getting out of here, so you can find Lucas and Andre. We'll be over the Oriental. Tell the others good luck for me.”

"I will.”

“And tell them . . . just tell them that I understand."

Delaney watched as they walked out the door. He sighed heavily. "Damn it."

"Finn! Where were you?"

He turned to see Lucas and Andre coming down the stairs.

"Where were you?" he asked, astonished.

"We've been all over town looking for you! Where -- “

"Did you just come down from your room?"

Lucas stared at him. “Of course we just came down from our room! Where did you think we were?"

"In another universe." said Delaney. "I'll be damned He was right."

"Who was right?"

“Incredible. Nothing changed. I didn't notice or feel a thing."

"Finn, what the hell are you talking about?"

Delaney exhaled heavily. “We'd better go back up to your room." he said He shook his head. "You're not going to believe this."

Zaber came back into the saloon and sat down at the table with the others.

'They're registered at the Grand Hotel, as Mr. & Mrs. Priest." he said. "And Delaney's got a room over the Aztec."

"Are they there right now?" O'Fallon asked.

"Priest and Cross are. I don't know where Delaney is. And I haven't seen the Kid. . . "

"He just walked in." O’Fallon said, looking toward the door.

"What's the plan?"

“We wait. We act nice and polite–like Clanton said, we don't want any trouble. We stay right here, in front of witnesses. And when he leaves, Curly Bill plugs him."

"What about the others?"

"I've got six of the boys waiting for Delaney at his rooming house. I made it clear to them that he's extremely dangerous and if they screw up, it could mean their lives. The moment they spot him, they'll open up. As for Priest and Cross, I've got four of our best riflemen stationed on the roof of Hafford's Saloon, across from their hotel. As soon as Delaney gets it, someone's going to run inside and tell them he's been shot. The minute they step outside, the snipers will open fire with their Winchesters. Meanwhile, we'll all be
sitting right here, having a nice, friendly game of cards and establishing our alibis."

"How are you going to prove to the organization that we got them?" Zaber asked.

O'Fallon smiled, "We won't have to, Paul. Forrester is going to do that for us. We'll be able to collect on that contract as soon as their names appear on the First Division's Wall of Honor.

Zaber smiled and nodded. "Nice.”

"Minimum risk, maximum profit.," said O'Fallon. "That's the way to run things. Then as soon as it's over, we fold the operation and pull out, before any of their backup can arrive."

"What happens if anything goes wrong?"

"Relax and have a drink. Nothing will go wrong." He pushed a pack of cards toward him. "Shuffle the deck and deal."

Scott stood at the bar with Jenny, watching the Network men out of the corner of his eye. He was torn with indecision. He felt certain, somehow, that he was at the center of this whole temporal scenario. What should he do? Would he have to think twice about every single action he was going to take from now until . . . whenever? Or should he simply attempt to do nothing? Maybe he should just hole up in his room and not come out until the time for whatever was supposed to happen had passed. Only how was he to know when that would be?

What troubled him the most was Drakov. Drakov troubled the others, too. Not only because of who and what he was, but because somehow he had found out about everything that was going on in this scenario. What Scott knew, he knew only from what Jenny had told him, and
from what he had
deduced from that, but clearly Jenny did not know everything. Drakov had told her only as much as he felt she needed to know to do her job for him. Obviously, he himself knew a great deal more.

Only
how?

He knew about the Network and who they were. He knew about Ben Stone being S.O.G. and if there were others—and it would seem there had to be—he probably knew about them. too. He knew about Zeke Bailey.
How could he know all that?
How could he know about all the forces at work in this scenario without any of them knowing about him?

"Scott?"

He looked at Jenny.

"You look so worried."

He took her hand and gave it a gentle squeeze. "Everything's going to be all right. Jen.”

"What did you and Finn talk about before?"

"Oh, we were discussing what our plans should be,” he lied. “What we should do about Drakov and the others."

"I watched Finn's face while you two were talking," she said. "He didn't look as if he thought everything would be all right."