When Kat's Away [Sequel to Anna Doubles Down] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour)

Sequel to Anna Doubles Down

When Kat’s Away

Kat Evans is on vacation with her best friend when they visit the ghost town of Hamilton, Nevada. When Anna disappears, Kat begins a frantic search.

Something draws her to the old saloon, and when she investigates, she’s pulled through a time portal back to 1899.

David Bennington-Martinson and Win Warrior own the Silver Rush Saloon, and have been secret lovers for years. They both yearn to find a woman they can share, someone that would round out their family.

When they discover Kat in their cellar, they know she’s the woman they’ve been waiting for. Unfortunately, someone else has figured out her secret, and they’ll do anything to travel back to the future.

Kat’s going to have to make a choice. Will she go back to her own time, or stay in the past with David and Win?

Genre:
Ménage a Trois/Quatre, Time Travel, Western/Cowboys

Length:
51,420 words
 

Sequel to Anna Doubles Down

Missy Martine

MENAGE AMOUR

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WHEN KAT’S AWAY

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WHEN KAT’S AWAY

Sequel to Anna Doubles Down

MISSY MARTINE

Copyright © 2012

“Ahhh, get away from me.” Katarina Elizabeth Evans, otherwise known as Kat, swatted at the pesky insects buzzing around her head and wiped the sweat from her brow. “Damn, they’re eating me alive.”

She sighed and glanced down the dirt road toward the little ghost town of Hamilton, wondering for the hundredth time why she’d come on this trip. The heat was sweltering, the sun shining relentlessly.

“I should’ve taken Anna up on her offer for some sunscreen.”

During the past year, Kat had become interested in the writings of Martin Xander, a poet and little-known artist from the American West. In researching his life, she’d discovered he was originally from Hamilton, Nevada.

“I know it was stupid, but after reading about you, I just had to come out here and see this place.” She startled at the loud squawk of a bird and then laughed. “Okay, I’m talking myself. That can’t be a good sign. Where are you when I need you, Anna?”

She’d left her friend to explore what was left of Hamilton while she’d followed the signs down the road to the Belmont Mill.

It hadn’t been easy, talking her best friend, Anna Oakland, into taking the trip with her. Then, she’d found a picture in one of the books on Hamilton’s history. The woman in the picture could have been Anna’s identical twin. It was enough to persuade the reluctant woman to pack her bags.

“Now I’m wishing I was back in the classroom with my sixth graders.” Kat stopped and focused her digital camera to take several shots of a deteriorating building. “You don’t look so bad considering you’re over a hundred years old.” She pulled a book from her backpack and flipped through the pages. “Here it is. The Belmont Mill was founded in 1866 to process the silver from the Seligman and Silver Bell Mines.”

She looked up and studied the former mill. Most of the windows in the two-story building were broken out, and all the entrances on the ground floor were boarded over. She wrinkled her nose.

“I’ll bet all the floors inside have rotted through.”

She moved closer, picking her way carefully through the tall weeds, and peered through a broken window. A huge wooden staircase led to the second level, a thick layer of dust covering each step. The room was covered in bird droppings and had evidence of small rodents inhabiting the place. At one end of the room stood a large ore bucket attached to a cable that led off through the trees, straight up the mountain.

She pulled out her book again. “Okay, let’s see. Says here that cable leads to the Seligman Silver Mine. They used the cars to hoist the ore from the mine to the mill.” She walked to the side of the building to a small enclave that held a large box of rocks. A huge pulley cable attached to the box still kept the cable tight.

“Damn, it’s weird to think it’s been like this for a hundred years or more.”

Shaking her head, she walked toward one of the smaller buildings. The squawk of birds and the leaves and trees rustling in the wind drew her attention to the nearby forest. The area was covered in fallen trees with thickets of berry bushes. Pine cones and needles carpeted the ground. Trees were ripe with moss growing on one side, while shifting patterns of light illuminated bird nests perched in the swaying trees. Insects humming and the soughing of the wind took the place of the city sounds she was accustomed to.

“I can’t imagine living in a time when everything was so quiet.”

She inhaled deeply and grimaced. The smell of rotting wood was strong mixed with the overwhelming scent of pine. She could practically taste the earthy, sweet-smelling air ripe with wild onions and sweet wild berries. She walked from one building to the next, carefully avoiding the knobby roots underfoot. There were two other large buildings, both with multiple chimneys on the roof and all one level.

“I remember reading they had a type of barracks or dormitory for the workers.” She looked up the hill and sighed. “I’d like to go up and see the mine, but I bet Anna’s getting pissed by now.” There wasn’t much of Hamilton left, and Anna had only seemed interested in seeing the saloon. “Well, when Kat’s away, the masses are not supposed to play, so I guess I’d better get back and rescue her. I’m gonna owe her big time for getting her out here.”

Kat hurried down the road toward town. It didn’t take long for the crumbling buildings to come into view. When she got to the end of the main street she stopped.

“Anna!” She listened for a response. After a moment she moved farther down the street. “Anna, where are you?”

She slowly walked through the town, listening for any sounds of life in the few buildings that were still standing. When she reached the end of the street she turned around and peered out over the surrounding area. The grassy weeds were waist-high around the town, and she couldn’t see clearly in any direction.

She shook her head, her breath bursting in and out in shallow pants. “Where could she be? Could something have happened to her?” Walking another few feet she stopped, squeezed her eyes shut, and listened. “I don’t hear anything,” she whispered and headed for one of the buildings.

“Anna, where the hell are you?” Kat ran down the street, calling her friend’s name as loudly as she could. “Where could she be,” she sobbed. She’d been searching the buildings for almost an hour with no luck. “I’ve got to get some help.”

She pulled out her cell phone and dialed 9-1-1.

“9-1-1 operator, what’s your emergency?”

“My friend’s missing. I think something’s happened to her.”

“What’s your name please?”

“Katrina Elizabeth Evans.”

“What’s your location, Ms. Evans?”

“I’m at the Hamilton ghost town in White Pine, Nevada.”

“You say a friend is missing?”

“Yes, her name is Anna Oakland. We’re here on vacation and we were just wandering around. I went to look at the old mill while she stayed to wander around the town. Now I can’t find her.”

“How long has she been missing?”

“I don’t know exactly. I’ve been looking for over an hour. There’s nobody around but me. I haven’t seen any other cars.”

“All right, Ms. Evans. I’m sending some state troopers and park rangers your way. Where are you right now?”

“I’m with my car. It’s parked right beside the Hamilton sign as you drive into town.”

“All right, stay with your automobile so they can find you easily. Does Ms. Oakland have any medical conditions that might be a problem? Diabetes? Epilepsy? Mental disorders?”

“No, of course not.”