TW12 The Six-Gun Solution NEW (29 page)

"God damn . . ." Delaney said. "What the hell . . . ?"

Suddenly, it hit him.

"
Timewave
!"

He checked the readout on his warp disc. It was a little after two o'clock. The date was October 26, 1881. And to his right, just turning the corner of Fourth and Fremont Streets, were Virgil, Wyatt and Morgan Earp, together with Doc Holliday.

Nikolai Drakov appeared in the alley between Fly's Boarding House and the Assay Office. He had a small case in his left hand. He turned right down the short passageway leading to the porch between Fly's Photo Studio and the boarding house.

So far, everything was going according to plan. From the porch, he could look out into the vacant lot between Fly's establishment and the Harwood house. Standing together in the empty lot were Ike Clanton, his brother, Billy, Tom and Frank McLaury and, slightly behind them, their friend. Billy Claiborne. And, just turning the corner of the boarding house were Virgil and Wyatt Earp, followed by Morgan Earp and Doc Holliday. Virgil was carrying a cane in his right hand. Morgan had his gun out. Holliday was carrying a shotgun in one hand and his pistol in the other.

Drakov opened the case and took out a scoped, stainless steel Colt Python with an eight-inch barrel and black neoprene combat grips. Not as sophisticated as a laser or a plasma gun, but just as effective and, in some ways, more reliable.

He kneeled and took a rest position, sighting through the pistol scope. He smiled in anticipation.

Amazing that after everything that happened, it would all come down to just one shot. A mere one hundred and fifty-eight grain, copper-jacketed, hollow-point bullet, no bigger than a dime, would accomplish what even nuclear weapons had failed to do. And he would have his revenge at last The future would cease to be. Just one shot, its report masked by the gunfire that would shortly erupt in what was no more than an insignificant blood feud, and everything would change. Universes would shift, setting off a timewave that would travel down the timestream, building in intensity. altering events . . . and in the course of those events that would be altered, Moses Forrester would never be born. He would never live to meet and fall in love with the Russian gypsy girl named Vanna Drakova. She would be spared the torment she had suffered and he, Nikolai Drakov, would never have lived. Sweet oblivion awaited him.

He wondered what would happen the moment he fired the fatal shot. Would he immediately cease to exist? Would there be pain? Or would he suddenly just be gone . . . because from the moment of his action, he would never have existed in the first place?

He would be gone but his enemies who survived would suffer the knowledge of their failure. They would return to a future that had changed, a time that was unraveling, to find that their commander, Moses Forrester, had never lived. Would they remember? Drakov sincerely hoped so. For if they did, there would be nothing they could do about it. Once the act was done, any attempt on their part to change it would only change the future once again, with consequences that could be even worse in their own time. Further down the timestream, long after they were dead, the cataclysm would occur. They wouldn't be around to see it, nor would he. But it didn't really matter. He would have won. He would have destroyed his father, beaten his enemies, wiped out his own tortured existence and brought about an end to all of time with no more than a slight motion of his finger on the trigger. One shot. The ultimate solution.

He felt an almost sexual thrill of anticipation surge through him. He took a deep breath, trying to steady his nerves. His palms were sweating. He wiped them on his trousers. Just one more moment . . .

Scott came running around the corner of Fourth and Fremont and came to a dead stop. Suddenly, it was daylight. For a moment, he was totally disoriented.

And then, just ahead of him, he saw Wyatt Earp, his brothers, Virgil and Morgan, and Doc Holliday walking down the street, heading for the vacant lot between Fly's Boarding House and Harwood's place. Just beyond them, he could see Ike Clanton, Billy Clanton, and Tom and Frank McLaury lined up in a row and facing them.

The famous shoot-out.

As if mesmerized, he started to move forward.

He heard Virgil Earp call out, "Boys, throw up your hands! I want your guns!"

The two parties were perhaps six feet apart.

Young Billy Clanton yelled out, "Don't shoot me! I don't want to fight!"

Tom McLaury said. "I haven't got anything, boys. I am disarmed." He moved his hands up to his coat and started to open it.

Virgil called out sharply, "Hold on! I don't mean that!"

And as Virgil shouted, Jenny came running around the corner, saw Scott moving toward the men as if hypnotized and . . .

Lucas and Andre rounded the corner where the Capitol Saloon stood and suddenly everything seemed to shift into slow motion. It felt as if they were moving against some sort of invisible resistance, the current of the timeflow itself pushing against them. They saw Jenny running just ahead of them and it looked as if she were running underwater, bounding in slow motion, her hair gently rising and falling behind her as she ran toward the men ahead of her, Wyatt, Virgil and Morgan Earp, Doc Holliday and Scott, all standing abreast and facing the Clanton and the McLaury brothers. They heard her call out, as if from the bottom of a well, and her words sounded slow and drawn out, like a record being played at the wrong speed as she shouted. "Scoooot . . . . . . . noooooooo!"

With agonizing slowness. Scott and Wyatt both turned around and, at the same time, three shots cracked out, their reports sounding like echoes in a cave. Like feathers floating on the wind, both Wyatt and Scott started to crumple to the ground. . .

In the next instant, with the suddenness of an earthquake, everything speeded up to normal and Lucas and Andre, straining against the invisible force that seemed to be holding them back, were thrown violently forward, as if shoved hard from behind. They both fell sprawling to the ground, hitting hard, stunned.

Lucas raised his head and saw Jenny running just ahead of them, moving with normal speed, and beyond her, moving toward the Earps and Holliday as if he were spellbound, was Scott. It was almost an exact replay of the scene they had just witnessed a split second earlier. A short distance past the Harwood place, standing in the middle of the street across from the Aztec Rooming House, they saw Finn Delaney. The Earps, Holliday, the Clantons and the McLaurys were already standing in the vacant lot. Scott was a short distance behind them, almost to the corner of Fly's Boarding House and well out of the center of the street. And there was nothing standing in between Jenny, running toward the combatants, and Finn Delaney, standing in the middle of the street, on the far side of Third. And, as he watched, Lucas suddenly saw Dr. Darkness appear out of nowhere, standing at Finn Delaney's side.

Andre started to get up, and Lucas saw it all in a flash of realization.

"
No! Stay down
!" He threw, himself on top of her.

Delaney watched the men turn into the vacant lot between Fly's and Harwood's and then he saw Scott come running around the corner. As he passed the Capitol Saloon, Scott stopped and simply stood there for a moment, looking disoriented, then he started moving with a sort of odd gait, heading off to the side of the street, past Bauer's Meat Market and the Assay Office, moving toward Fly's Boarding House. . .

Delaney caught his breath. "Oh. no...." he said. “No, kid, don't do it. . ."

Jenny came running around the corner, as fast as she could, hard on Scott's heels. Then, just behind her, Lucas and Andre appeared as if out of nowhere, tumbling forward into the street. Christ, this is it, thought Delaney, raising his disruptor. He couldn't wait for Darkness. He'd have to kill Neilson before he interfered. . . .

"The girl, Delaney!" said Darkness, suddenly materializing at his side. "Shoot the girl!”

Without pausing to think. Finn shifted his aim and fired the disruptor on tight beam. As Jenny opened her mouth to call out, she was suddenly wreathed in the bright blue glow of Cherenkov radiation. An instant later, she was gone, her atoms disintegrated.

And so was Darkness.

Two shots cracked out. And then all hell broke loose.

Simultaneously, Finn Delaney, Lucas Priest, Andre Cross and Scott Neilson all seemed to hear a deafening roaring in their ears, as if an entire ocean were being sucked away, and then there was nothing but the sound of gunfire from the lot, an entire fusillade of shots, one right after the other, and the street became filled with gunsmoke.

Drakov had Finn Delaney square in the crosshairs of his pistol scope. He thumbed back the hammer, put his finger on the trigger and . . . a blackthorn walking stick came down on the gun and knocked it aside. The shot went wild.

Startled, Drakov looked up to see a gaunt man in an Inverness tweed coat looming over him, stick raised for another blow. Before he could throw up his arm to ward it off, the stick came down and Drakov collapsed to the floor, unconscious.

Darkness exhaled heavily. "I'll be damned." he said. "It worked."

They all sat in Moses Forrester's private quarters in the TAC-HQ building, thinking twelve-year-old Scotch. Andre, Finn and Lucas sat together on the couch, their drinks on the coffee table in front of them. Forrester sat across from them, in his favorite chair, smoking one of his deep-bowled pipes. Scott Neilson stood by the window, silently staring out at the glittering lights below.

"We all thought it was Scott," Lucas was saying. "We believed he was the key. And, in a way, he was. In the other universe, he . . . or his twin . . lived about eight hundred years ago and he really was the Montana Kid, a famous gunfighter. In the other timeline, the Montana Kid was at the shoot-out at the O.K. Corral, which did not, in fact, take place at the O.K. Corral, but in the vacant lot a short distance from the alley that led to its back entrance. I guess 'The Shoot-out in the Vacant Lot Between Fly's and Harwood's' didn't sound as glamorous as 'The Shoot-out at the O.K. Corral.' It didn't really happen there, but it became part of the myth."

"And in the other timeline, both Wyatt Earp and the Montana Kid died in the shootout?" asked Forrester.

Lucas nodded. "That's what we saw. Jenny had a twin in the other universe, as well. Actually, there never was a Jenny Reilly in our universe. Not until Drakov put her there, in an effort to match what happened in the other timeline. What we first saw, as near as I can figure it, were the events that happened in the parallel timeline, only we'd been caught in a concentrated area of temporal instability, hallway between the two, in the act of crossing over. It was at that exact point that temporal inertia in both timelines reached its strongest surge, creating a sort of temporal whirlpool in which we became caught briefly. What we were seeing were the events that were happening in the other timeline, at the same exact instant as they were happening in our timeline, only we were caught in a sort of temporal lag."

"So when you finally broke free and crossed over, you saw those same events replayed an instant later, in our timeline," said Forrester.

"That's right," said Lucas, "In the other timeline. Jenny came running up to Scott and called out his name, because she was afraid he was going to get shot. Both Scott and Wyatt turned around and, in that instant, the shooting started. There were three shots. I'm not sure who fired them—"

"Doc Holliday fired first," said Scott, still standing by the window. He had a faraway look in his eyes. "Virgil didn't want a fight, but Doc wanted it all along. And so did Morgan. There was a lot of bad blood between the two parties and Doc was still angry over the attempt to frame him for that stagecoach robbery and King's escape from jail. Morgan was as hot-blooded as Holliday and they were both close friends. They wanted to finish it right then and there. A lot of people thought that when Virgil yelled out. 'Hold on. I don't mean that!' he was shouting at Billy Clanton and Frank McLaury, who supposedly went for their guns. Only he was really calling out to Doc and Morgan, because be heard them both cocking their weapons. Maybe Tom McLaury opening his coat to show he was unarmed was what set it off. Maybe Doc just had enough and felt like finishing it. Either way. Doc fired first, shooting Frank McLaury in the stomach, and Morgan fired a split second later, at Billy Clanton. But there were only two shots right at the beginning, not three."

“In the other universe, there were three," said Lucas. “There was somebody firing from cover on the porch between Fly's Boarding House and the Photo Studio. It could have been Johnny Behan. But when Jenny called out, Wyatt and the Montana Kid both turned around. Somebody fired first, maybe Holliday, and then the next two bullets got Wyatt and Scott. So, in the other universe, both Wyatt and the Kid died in the shoot-out."

“Drakov was trying to match the events in our universe to what happened in the parallel timeline,” Andre said. "As Darkness explained it to us later, the temporal confluence at that point was so strong that it could have gone one way or the other. The instability had reached the breaking point. If the exact same thing happened in each timeline at the exact same space and time, with the powerful confluence effect focused on that specific point, both timelines would have come together and the force of the temporal inertia in both timelines would have created a massive timewave that would have traveled down the timestream, building in intensity, disrupting history all the way down the line, until . ."

"Until what?" asked Forrester.

"Who knows?" said Lucas, with a shrug. "Darkness wouldn't tell us. A massive timestream split? A chain reaction? Ultimate entropy?" He sighed. “Frankly. I'm not even sure I want to know."

"So then Jenny Reilly was the key,” said Forester.

"In a way, she was," said Lucas, “but in another way, it was Scott. If she hadn't fallen in love with him . . . but then, that was probably what she'd been programmed to do by Drakov, who kept manipulating her, keeping her off-balance and never letting her know what her real purpose was. He needed her emotions to be in turmoil, so she'd be driven to do what he meant for her to do. After she pulled a gun on Wyatt Earn and rescued Scott, Wyatt had to figure Scott had crossed over the line and had chosen to become an outlaw. When, in our timeline. Jenny saw Scott moving toward the scene of the gunfight, she was going to call out his name, just as the other Jenny had in the parallel universe. Wyatt would have heard it and, maybe thinking Scott was about to shoot him, he would have turned around just as Doc and Morgan fired and then Billy Clanton would have shot him in the back.”