Rocky Mountain Oasis (25 page)

“That’s awful. Poor Jenny. Did you have to arrest Lee?”

Sky nodded. “I’m afraid so.”

“But you don’t think he did it?” Her mind went once again to Percival slinking down the alley. Why had he been so adamant that no one know he’d been in town on the night of the murder? Was he the murderer himself?

Brooke’s conscience gripped her. Eight men had been arrested. What if they were all innocent, but were convicted because she was too scared to speak up and tell the truth? Could she live with that on her conscience for the rest of her life? What part did Percival have in this? She hadn’t actually seen him commit any crime, but she knew he had been up to no good or he wouldn’t care who knew he’d been in the alley that night. Her mind jerked back to what Sky was saying.

“That’s just it. I think Chang had something to do with it, but there’s more to the story than we are seeing at the moment. I simply can’t figure out what it is. And none of the men think there is any validity in what I am saying.”

“What about that man I saw in the alley? Do you think he had something to do with this?”

His penetrating eyes swung to her face and he looked at her long and hard. She brought her hands to her lap and began rubbing them together, then clenched them there, suddenly wishing she hadn’t brought up the subject. His eyes held a knowing look. Again, she wished she could tell him the truth. Again, she reminded herself that his safety depended on her keeping her silence. She looked away.

Finally, he shrugged. “Could be, but at this point nothing seems to fit together.” Sky’s gaze dropped to the table; his shoulders slumped in weariness.

He picked up a spoon and began playing with it on the table top. “I still can’t believe he’s gone.” His voice was tight and tired.

Brooke reached across the table and rested one of her hands on the back of his. She patted his hand. “I’m sorry, Sky,” was all she said, but she hoped he would be encouraged by her understanding. If anyone knew what it meant to have lost a loved one, it was her. She wished she could think of something more to say but instead she got up and went across the room to finish reading the passage she had started.

When Sky finished eating, she expected him to go straight out to the barn as he had every night recently, but he surprised her by asking, “Do you know how to handle a gun?”

“What?” Surely, she hadn’t heard him right. She sat up straighter and laid the Bible on the quilt by her side, her bare feet peeking out from under the hem of her dark blue skirt. Where had that question come from?

Sky’s expression softened as he crossed the room to sit on the end of the bed. “You’re reading my Bible?”

She nodded, looking down at the book. Then a thought flashed through her mind. “That’s all right, isn’t it?”

“Of course. Have you come across anything interesting?”

“I like the stories about Jesus the best. He is a very interesting man.”

“Your eyes change color,” Sky said, suddenly changing the subject. “Did anyone ever tell you that?”

Brooke blinked at him. He had gone from talking about guns, to talking about the Bible, to talking about the color of her eyes. She shook her head in confusion.

“When you are wearing green, your eyes are green, and when you wear blue, your eyes turn blue. I noticed that first day when you came out of the cabin and had changed into your green dress. I had been sure your eyes were a beautiful blue, but then, there I was, looking into a pair of the prettiest green eyes I had ever seen.” He winked at her.

Brooke blushed and looked away.

He eyed her appreciatively before saying, “There are going to be a whole bunch of men here tomorrow to ‘help’ conduct this trial. A whole lot more than we will need. I want to be able to concentrate and not be worrying about whether or not you’re all right. So...do you know how to handle a gun?”

“N-no, I don’t think so. I mean, I’ve never tried before.” Brooke couldn’t believe they were having this conversation. Uncle Jackson and Hank would never... Well, Sky Jordan was nothing like them.

Sky reached down and tweaked one of the bare toes poking out from under her skirt. “Put some shoes on and meet me in the barn.”

Jason Jordan lay on his bed at the boarding house in town with his ankles crossed. He couldn’t believe his luck. Here he had been trying for years to figure out a way to pay Lee Chang back for the death of his mother, and now the man languished in jail, about to go on trial for murder, his life at stake.

Jason reached under his mattress, pulled out a small flask, un-corked it, and lifted it to his lips. He took only a small swig. He wanted to be alert for the proceedings that would take place tomorrow. He needed to be able to think. What if Chang was exonerated? There had to be a way he could exact his revenge without the evidence pointing back to him. Surely, in a party the size of the one that was bound to show up tomorrow for the trial, there would be a few who would be angry enough to form a lynch mob if the Chinamen were absolved. What happened to the other men who had been arrested did not concern him. He only cared what happened to one; to finally avenge his mother’s death. Determination hardened his features.

Suddenly, Bible verses sprang into his mind unbidden—ones he had memorized as a boy around Grandma’s kitchen table:

My son, do not forget My teaching, but let your heart keep My commandments; for length of days and years of life and abundant welfare will they give you. Let not loyalty and faithfulness forsake you; bind them about your neck, write them on the tablet of your heart. So you will find favor and good repute in the sight of God and man. Trust in the Lord with all your heart, and do not rely on your own insight. In all your ways acknowledge Him, and He will make straight your paths. Be not wise in your own eyes; fear the Lord, and turn away from evil. It will be healing to your flesh and refreshment to your bones. Proverbs 3:1-8.

Agitated, Jason sat up and threw the flask against the wall. Why did those verses have to haunt him so? He was just about to see his desires fulfilled. Just about to see the end of the man who had caused him so much pain. Just about to be the happiest he had been in a long time.
So why do I feel so empty?

Deep inside, he knew the answer. His desires were not right. His desires were irrefutably wrong. Life was God’s to give and God’s to take away. He had no right to take the life of another human being, no matter how terrible a person they might be.
Love your enemies
, the Bible said.
Do good to those who persecute you
. Where would that get him? Nowhere, that’s where. That’s why he had set all his childhood teaching aside and decided to do things
his
way. If God would not do anything to punish Lee Chang for all his barbarity, then Jason would take matters into his own hands and do something about it.

The issue resolved in his mind, he got up and walked over to retrieve the now empty flask. All the amber liquid had drained out onto the floor.
Probably best anyway. I might have been tempted to drink the whole thing. When this is all over, I need to get a grip on this drinking thing
.

He shoved the empty flask back under his mattress and lay back down, one hand tucked behind his head, to form a plan.

Ping paced back and forth anxiously, no longer alone in his cell. Seven other men now shared the two jail cells with him.

Rubbing his hands across his face he tried to erase the terrible images of that murderous night from his mind. But the harder he tried not to picture what had happened, the more he seemed to think of it.

Their orders had been to go in, shoot Fraser once during a volley of fire crackers, and then leave. However, Liam, one of his accomplices that night, had started to have a hallucination just as they walked into the back room where Fraser slept and had pulled a knife, stabbing him instead.

Ping rubbed his eyes again. As long as he lived, he would never be able to escape the memory of the horrible events that had followed.

Ping glanced at his three companions from the night of the murder. The moment that they had been brought into the jail he had known that they could all lose their lives. If the investigators had enough information to catch all four of them, surely they had enough to convict them as well.

Besides, he knew how the system worked. They were Chinamen, and the people who would conduct the trial would be white men. They didn’t stand a chance.

He wracked his brain, trying to come up with a way out of this. His hallucinations had become fewer now because Chang had not made good on his promise. He grimaced at the irony. He had savagely murdered in order to obtain a few ounces of opium. Opium that he never received. Now he hadn’t had any of the drug for almost two whole weeks. What a fool he had been to take Lee Chang at his word.

Then a sudden thought entered his mind and his knees went weak as he recognized its truth. There was no way out of this thing he had done. He was going to die. Whether at the hands of a lynch mob or at the hands of a judge, he would be sentenced to death.

Fresh on the heels of the first thought came a second. Lee Chang would get away with this. Ping glanced over at the obese man who leaned against the wall of his cell, rubbing his trembling hands together. Chang himself was now inflicted with hallucinations due to his missing pipe. Why Chang had wanted Fraser dead, Ping did not know. But Fraser was dead now, and no evidence could be traced to Lee Chang. Chang had made sure of that.

Well, Lee wouldn’t walk if Ping could help it. The man had manipulated him into doing a terrible thing, and Ping would use his last breath telling everyone all the details. Chang would pay if he had anything to say about it— and he would have plenty to say.

Ping called out to the man sitting at the front desk.

Snow fell softly as Brooke made her way across the yard minutes later. The barn door groaned as she opened it and stepped into the warm interior. Leaning back against the doorjamb with her hands tucked behind her, she noticed a lantern hanging from a beam in the ceiling. It cast a warm yellow glow across the room, leaving only the corners in shadow. The musty smell of hay, horse sweat, and other not-so-pleasant horsy smells greeted her, causing her nose to wrinkle momentarily. Sky’s chuckle brought her eyes to one corner, where he sat on a wooden crate.

“You find the smell of my barn objectionable?” he asked as he rose and walked toward the light.

She smiled lightly. “Only at first. When I’ve been in here awhile I won’t even notice the smell.”

He did not reply, only watched her, a gentle smile playing on his lips. A straw of hay dangled from the corner of his mouth. His dark eyes never wavered as he looked at her. Only when she tore her gaze away did he come out of his reverie.

Throwing the piece of straw on the ground he gestured toward the back of the barn where she now noticed a small, square piece of paper attached to a mound of hay. “Your target, ma’am,” he said with exaggerated fanfare as he gave a deep bow from the waist, sweeping his hat from his head.

She giggled at his foolishness but raised an eyebrow in his direction. “You expect me to be able to hit
that?”