INDEPENDENCE

DRENA HILLS

 

Author’s Note:  This story follows directly after the episodes 5th Victim and Stagecoach No. 7.  I have always thought they fitted well chronologically.  Heyes and Kid are heading to town to take stagecoach at the end of ‘Fifth Victim’ and at the beginning of Stagecoach 7, Heyes is dressed in the same clothes and is sleeping…probably wore out from the painful trip to town!  Then at the end of No. 7 when they leave the stagecoach to buy horses, I just can’t see the men trying to capture them neglecting to mention who they were hanging around for.  The fact that Joe the driver suggested they leave the coach means he was thinking the same thing, that once the sheriff and his men get wind of what caused the delay they will be after them. All of which combined with being forced to fall over in those chairs a half dozen times must have made Heyes’s recovery from that gunshot wound difficult…

 

 

“The world stands aside to let anyone pass who knows where he is going.”

-

David Starr Jackson

 

Medicine Bow, Wyoming

June 26, 1882

 

 

“You think we lost them?” Kid Curry said looking back as they paused under the shade of a tree to survey the sloping countryside beneath them.

 

          “Kid you’ve asked me that four times in the last hour, I don’t know!” Hannibal Heyes yelled back.

 

          Frowning his partner took a closer look at his cousin.

 

          “You feeling all right?” Kid asked bluntly.

         

          “Will you stop asking me that as well?  I told you I’m fine!”

 

          “I know, I know,” Kid found himself yelling now too. “I worry about staying on my horse and you…”

 

          “Exactly,” Heyes said curtly.

 

          “Right,” Kid said rolling his eyes and giving himself a moment to control his temper.  The last thing they needed was to turn on each other; it was just what the posse trailing them would want.

 

          But the truth was the last two days of hard riding had taken their toll on his partner, not completely recovered from a gunshot wound to the head only a week earlier.  Kid himself was dead tired and trail weary and he could just imagine how his friend must be feeling.  The doctor had been adamant about Heyes taking it easy for a few weeks, but since the day they had left the Carlson’s they had been given little chance.

 

          Kid might not have worried as much, if his partner hadn’t been so unusually quiet, a sure sign he was hurting.  Normally Heyes was rather creative about how lousy he felt during a posse ride and waxed on eloquently whenever they stopped to rest their horses.  But this run had been different as if Heyes was attempting to save his energy for just keeping upright and if he were honest not worrying his partner.

 

          “Medicine Bow just up ahead, we can get supplies there and change horses,” Kid said finally.

 

          His partner looked over grateful Kid had decided to avoid an argument.  He hadn’t meant to be so sharp, but the headache he had been nursing since leaving the stage had been growing with each mile of hard riding and he was starting to feel sick to his stomach.

 

          “Good idea,” Heyes said.  “We can ride in separate and see if word has been sent ahead.”

 

          “I’m hoping they are too greedy for that,” Kid said turning his horse towards the town in the distance.

 

          “Kid?” Heyes said stopping him by his tone.  “I’m fine really.”

 

          Looking over Kid considered the reassuring smile his dark eyed partner was flashing at him.

 

          “So you keep saying Heyes,” Kid said kicking his weary animal into a walk.  They were over a mile high here and while the summer temperature was just over 60 the air was dry in the high dessert country and drained a man almost as bad as the heat could.

 

          “So why won’t you believe me?” the older man by two years asked.

 

          Why?  Kid thought silently because you ain’t complaining.  You’ve been shot in the head, knocked to the floor a half dozen times and just out ridden a posse for two days, that’s why cousin, but all he said was.

 

          “Whatever you say Heyes.”

 

 

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          As wagons trains went it bordered on the pitiful.  Just ten wagons in length it was a mere shadow of the mammoth caravans that had crossed the west only 20 years earlier before the arrival of the railroad.

 

          To make matters worse the scouts that had led the trains were now either dead or moved on and the ones that remained were sketchy in their reliability or trustworthiness, as the Landers Group was finding out.

 

          John Landers was a huge strapping man born and bred in Illinois from German immigrants who had arrived in America just some 40 years earlier.  Only bankruptcy in the last depression had made him consider such a radical upheaval as moving west and it was clear his wife, four sons and their families were as unenthusiastic about the idea as he was.

 

          They had arrived in Medicine Bow, the farthest the railroad could take them to their destination in Montana, and immediately set about buying wagons and supplies.  The gold camps up there were providing an enterprising merchant a chance to make a new life and the Landers kin and their neighbors intended to be in on the start of the new communities springing up around the hard won prosperity. 

 

But the shock of ‘the real west’ was taking its toll on them to the point that many in their group were considering turning back.  The rough cattle town where every other building was a saloon was a rowdy mix of drunken cowboys and preying gamblers and the staid emigrants were hard pressed to find anything to get excited about in the muddy streets of what the west considered ‘civilization’.  These doubts, fueled by the jarring reality of what still lay ahead grew stronger with the delay and had forced John Landers to call a private meeting to reassure his party and perhaps maybe even himself.

 

          “Look I know Hartwell is a rough looking fella, but we haven’t got much choice,” Landers barked to the wagon train’s families gathered together nervously outside of town and the earshot of strangers. “Now I made it real clear to those friends of his that we just needed him and they were content that the best man had won.”

 

          “I don’t know Pa,” his youngest son Dirk said shaking his head at the memory of Avis Hartwell who had applied for the job with two other dangerous looking trail bums named Dolph Luther and Dixon Serle.  “I don’t like the way he looks at Maggie,” he continued mentioning his wife, who blushed beside him embarrassed.

 

          “Maggie is a good looking woman,” his father said bluntly as if the leers from their new guide had been her fault.  “Man needs to understand that will cause a few stares.  Besides we’ll just use him till we can find someone better,” Landers bluffed.  “We’ve lost nearly two weeks here trying to find someone and time is not on our side,” he said forbiddingly to convince them. Truth was the hard drinking well armed frontiersman was not his first pick to lead his family and the others either, but he had the experience and he had been willing to work for a good price.

 

          “Why can’t we just do it ourselves?” Sam Veldhuizan, one of the younger men called weary of waiting.

 

          “Because we don’t know where water and grass is and a guide does,” Landers argued knowing full well the job would fall to him and in this strange new world he felt uncomfortably out of his element.

 

          “What about those China men and those ex-slaves, we letting them tag along?” Marla, Sam’s wife said hands on her hips defying him to give the wrong answer.  Truth be told she had never even seen an Oriental until they crossed the Mississippi and she could not understand how the west tolerated such people just walking around like…well people.

 

“I also am not comfortable with their kind,” Hattie Vanderheide agreed.  She had given up a job as school teacher to come west with her brother in law John Landers and so far was starting to think staying single might not be the worse fate.

 

          “No, no place for them with us,” Landers assured her.

 

          “What about the Gallaghers?” another voice called out and everyone was surprised to see it was the bookish Ted Perkins who had surprised everyone by packing up his family and joining the exodus.  “Dan’s wife ain’t looking so good and you just said we need to move out.”

 

          Landers had been waiting for that question.  Dan Gallagher had been a good friend for many years, but he was a practical man.  “Have to think about the good of the group,” Landers said firmly.

 

          “You mean we just leave them?” Perkins gasped not sure he had heard correct and a little worried about such a precedent.

 

          “Pioneering isn’t for the weak,” Deke. John’s eldest son said bored.  “Which is why were gonna leave them blackies and chinks behind too.”

 

          “How you gonna do that, they’ll just follow,” Veldhuizan commented suddenly not so sure it was a good idea to turn down a couple of extra wagons and their men considering the country that lay ahead.

 

          “Can’t follow if they are in jail,” Landers boomed. 

 

          “And how they gonna land in jail, ain’t no crime for following a wagon train,” Perkins persisted now clearly worried for other reasons.

 

“You leave that to my pa,” Deke laughed. 

 

 

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          “Where you think they’re all going?” Wil Nishan frowned looking up from the wagon axle he was repairing. The ex-slave was just reaching his late twenties and all ready had a wealth of experience as a blacksmith and a carpenter.  If it had just been him he might have taken on the town’s only smithy and tried to carve out a life for him there, as it was he was all ready getting business on the sly from town’s folk looking for a bargain.

 

          But he knew the local businessman would not stand this for long and his only chance at a real lively hood for him and his little brother was a place where he was the only choice.

 

          The Chinese man beside him watching and trying to learn shook his head, but his expression was worried.  He was maybe ten years older than Wil, with dark sharp clever eyes and a quick mind the younger man had quickly come to rely on for its intuitive take on people.

 

          “Can’t be good,” Zi said handing him a tool before he asked.  Wil had been mentoring him and this along the skills the Chinese immigrant had learned on the railroad had given them both hope they could open a business up north together.

 

          “For us you mean, I notice they didn’t invite Dan either,” Wil said glancing over at where the Gallagher’s wagon was parked.  “Your grandpa still looking after her Zi?”

 

          Zi nodded, “He doesn’t know when he isn’t wanted, woman screamed first time he gave her medicine.”

 

          “Dan is grateful,” Wil assured him.  “Besides hard to resist his little girl’s pleading.”

 

          “I notice no one else come to help him, I thought they were all friends,” Zi said bitterly.

 

          “Zi man has to look after his own they’re just worried she might be contagious.”

 

          Zi snorted, “Grandfather told them, the doctor here told them, but still they shy away.  How come you so forgiving of them?”

 

          Wil shrugged his shoulders, “Ain’t got time to worry about how other folks act, got enough trouble with me and Abraham,” he grinned indicating his 8 year old brother who was playing nearby with Zi’s little nieces.  “Besides my momma used to wail into me something fierce for being ungrateful. Woman had an uncanny knack for seeing a blessing in things like this.”

 

          “Your momma had a good imagination,” Zi said shaking his head.

 

          Wil grinned and then frowned as his brother went by with a large wooden box and a determined look, “Yea and she gave it all to Abe!”

 

 

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          “I got ‘em!”  Abraham Nishan said proudly setting the box of discarded fuses and parts he had appropriated from the town’s dump.  “Watched those miners leave it and pounced!”  Though barely nine he had a skill as a scavenger that been born of poverty and honed from hunger.

 

          Cadwyn Gallagher looked suitable impressed.  She was just eight and with her red hair and freckles dismissed as too young to get into any serious trouble.  It made for a good decoy when the grown ups came looking.

 

          The last member of the industrious trio was 8 year old Jin.  The little Chinese girl had been drawn immediately to the two children who represented “America” in all its amazing forms.  In their short time together her English had improved enough to include words like ‘swell’ and ‘golly’.  It was Jin who had brought up the idea of fireworks when Abe had explained what the 4th of July holiday everyone was talking about was.

 

          “You sure your Uncle Zi isn’t going to miss this?” Cadwyn said thinking of the pleasant Chinese man who could always make them smile.

 

          “He might not have if little niece did not look so suspicious leaving wagon this morning,” Zi said from behind them.

 

          The three children whirled and looked guiltily at the box.

 

          “We just make fireworks for America!” Jin tried with her best smile.

 

          “You just blow up town with this much powder,” Zi said shaking his head trying not to smile.  “This for grown ups!”

 

          Abe groaned, “Everything is for grown ups!”

 

          “You no worry I make sure you have sky lights for holiday,” Zi laughed picking up the parts they had collected impressed.

 

          “My father the best at fireworks,” Jin said proudly and then a sad shadow passed over her face. 

 

          Zi understood and slipped an arm around her, “We make him proud Jin, we celebrate like real Americans!”

 

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          “John I can’t move her,” Dan Gallagher said wearily as he faced the group leader an hour later.  “You have to give us a few more days, she’s getting better I know she is!”

 

          The young father of two looked like he had aged in the past two weeks and an odd hopeless pallor had crept over his normal sunny positive demeanor.  Gallagher was a teacher and by nature an optimist raised by a preacher father who expected his son to trust God through all things.  But lately his faith and his optimism had been sorely tested.

 

          “Dan, I’m sorry, but we’re moving out after lunch maybe you can catch another group coming through later,” Landers said briskly wanting the discussion over quickly.

 

          Dan Gallagher shook his head bitterly, “You know as well as I do that is very unlikely.  You’re just going to abandon us?  Leave me with Ellie sick and the baby isn’t even a year! John I put every cent I own into this move!”

 

          “Have to think of the good of the group.”

 

          “But…”

 

          “I’m sorry Dan, but I gotta look after my own.”

 

          John Landers hurried away determined not to look back.  Gallagher was a good man, but the west was no place for the weak.  Only strong men like himself could forge a place and survival of his own had to take first priority.

 

          He rounded the corner and stopped.  Maddie that ex slave servant of the Pipers was talking to that blackie Wil Nishan.  Should have known those two would drift together.  He had warned Josiah about bringing her along.

 

          Walking by he made sure she knew he had seen them and was pleased by her startled frightened expression.

 

          Satisfied he continued on his way to the sheriff office.

 

 

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It was Cadwyn who noticed him first and would brag endlessly later how the whole thing had been her idea.  She had been banished from the wagon while Jin’s grandfather looked after her mom and with no real supervision hindering her she had gone to her favorite spot, the corral fence to watch the horses.  Cadwyn had never been able to get enough of horses in her young life and found just watching them almost as wonderful as riding them.

 

Her new best friend Jin came along just because anything with Cadwyn had the potential for fun and even though the large animals frightened her a little she stood by loyal afraid she might miss something.

 

She noticed Kid immediately and shook her head disapprovingly at the state of his horse.  Poor thing looked all tuckered out!

 

“You need to let him rest some!”  Cadwyn said sternly to Kid who looked down at the two little girls and finding his first smile in days.

 

“Yes ma’am, planning on doing that now,” Kid said tipping the stable boy double to look after the animal and gaining a satisfied nod from Cadwyn.

 

Jin watched her friend amazed.  Cadwyn wasn’t afraid to talk to anyone, not even this dusty fierce looking stranger.

 

“You must have rode bunches of miles,” Cadwyn said liking any grown up that took her advice.

 

Kid smiled and gave her a wink, “Afraid just about everywhere is far from here ma’am!”  And turning he tipped his hat and walked off his mind returning to more sobering thoughts.

 

“I bet he’d make us a grand scout, way better than that mean ole Hartwell fella!” Cadwyn said thoughtful.

 

“Bo no like wagon train scout, he look at her wrong she say,” Jin said remembering her sister’s shivers whenever the man came near.

 

“Come on let’s go check him out!” Cadwyn said liking this new distraction.

 

“Check what out?” Abe said wandering up.

 

“Our new scout!”

 

Normally neither Heyes nor Curry would have considered Medicine Bow for a refueling stop. During their outlaw days they had robbed both banks in town and the train just outside it, which while incredible still wasn’t that amazing, only Heyes had come up with a plan to do all three in the same 24 hours.  The plan had worked like a charm with a posse taking off after them leaving the Cattleman’s Association vulnerable.  When that robbery was discovered nearly every able bodied man in the vicinity had been deputized and spurred into the pursuit; leaving Heyes’s real target, a train coming in with a gold shipment, wide open for the taking.

 

          Fortunately lawmen in Medicine Bow didn’t last long either lured away to employment that paid better or finding themselves in a position that no longer needed a paycheck.

 

          Added to their luck it was a Saturday afternoon and all the local cowhands were arriving in town and two more cowboys didn’t stir up much attention from the locals eager to get home and off the streets before the weekly hoorahing began.

 

Kid warily passed the telegraph office.  He knew they would have been caught long ago if not for the beneficial vice of human greed.  With lines now strung up all over the west all one town had to do was telegraph surrounding areas to put them on the look out for them.  But that would mean losing the reward and most posses weren’t willing to risk it.

 

          Which was why he was hopeful word of them being in the area hadn’t leaked out and as he passed a deputy leaning back in his chair dozing he began to feel a bit more optimistic.

 

          Casually melting into the throng of cowhands sizing up where to begin spending their week’s wages Kid paused to take a sweeping glance down the main street.  Little had changed, except maybe perhaps need had added another saloon or two.  Surprised he noted the Calistoga wagons camped at the end of town.  Wagon trains were few and far between now days with the railroad taking over the burden in a much safer fashion.  Probably heading for the Bozeman or Bridger trail north he decided and wished them luck.  Civilization may have arrived with the railroad, but so far no one had convinced the rest of Wyoming of it.

 

          His eyes finally rested on the Indian mother and her son cautiously maneuvering along the street trying their best to go unnoticed.  It was not unusual to see refugee Indians skirting through town but it was usually old women and sometimes children, too little threat for the army to waste sending soldiers to round up.

 

          He sighed feeling a pang of sympathy, but knowing he could do nothing he turned his eyes away and in doing so almost missed the assault.

 

          The cowboy had come out drunk and broke from the saloon and was just ready for trouble.  The woman had the misfortune to be directly in his path and seeing a chance to relieve both his lust and his anger he grabbed her and pulled her to him.

 

          The child, barely five immediately reacted to his mother’s scream and pushed between them trying to free her from the lecher’s grasp.

 

          He was merely rewarded with being kicked hard to the ground where he fell and lay whimpering in pain.

 

          Cadwyn let out a yell of injustice at such treatment of the little boy, but before she could think of doing anything about it her prospective ‘scout’ beat her to it.     Pulling the mother free Kid turned his attention to the attacker who enraged made the mistake of going for his gun. There was no contest and as the man stood there wetting himself in fear at how fast this stranger’s six gun had been aimed at his belly Kid decked him with one punch reducing him to insignificant lump on the ground that no one gave a second glance to.  Abe turned to Cadwyn, her eyes wide with amazement and Cadwyn grinned smugly congratulating herself on her keen eye at scout finding.

 

          The mother ignored it all racing to her son and scooping him up sobbing.  This clearly was the last straw for her and her crying was hopeless and exhausted.

 

          “Here ma’am let me help you, we’ll get him to a doctor,” Kid said crouching down beside her.

 

          “No white doctor help him,” the woman said flat toned.

 

          “Her grandfather will!” Cadwyn said instantly at their sides.  “He’s a healer he can fix anyone!”

 

          “You do get around don’t you?” Kid said suspicious.

 

          “No I was following you,” Cadwyn explained honestly with her best smile that made Kid blink.  “Tell them Jin.”

 

          “Grandfather heal anyone hurt,” she smiled shyly at the little boy who had stopped crying sensing help.

 

          “Worth a try, come on,” Kid ordered picking up the child.

 

          The woman froze unsure what to do, but Cadwyn and Jin merely each took one of her hands and pulled her along.

 

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          “Wil I have to go, Mr. Landers saw us…”

 

          “Saw us what Maddie? Talking?” Wil laughed.  “No law against that now, we free folk just like them.”

 

          “Always been one law for them and one for us,” Maddie said resigned.  She was slender and timid and at first had listened to her employers and gave Wil Nishan no never mind.  But Wil was just so persistent in the nicest ways.  Helping her fetch water, carry packages.  Always treating her proper and making her feel so special.

 

          “Not any more Maddie you’ll see,” Wil smiled at her gently.  “We get up north and I get my own place then I’m gonna come a courting proper.”

 

          “Those be pie in the sky dreams Wil Nishan, besides Mr. Landers told Mr. Piper he ain’t gonna let you and Mr. Zi even leave with us…” she stopped horrified at what she had revealed.

 

          “So that’s what that meeting was about?” Wil said with a sigh.

 

          “I have to go.”

 

          “Maddie don’t go with them, stay with me.”

 

          She paused prepared to take flight and for a moment put years of fear and browbeating aside to consider such an amazing idea.

 

          “Maddie you get over right this minute you got work to do girl!”  Tilly Piper’s shrill voice pierced through her imaginings.

 

          “I have to go!”  Maddie said looking amazingly like a small animal caught in a cage.  “Be careful Wil!”

 

          Wil sighed and turned as she hurried off to find two piercing black eyes watching him amused.

 

          “She’s a nice bit of muslin boy,” Avis Hartwell said lazily stepping off of the porch where he had been eavesdropping.  “Don’t think I would mind a taste of that myself!”

 

          Wil clenched his fist angry and Avis grinned hopeful.

 

          “Don’t Wil he isn’t worth the trouble,” Dan said suddenly at his side catching his arm before he could swing.  And then quietly he whispered.  “His two friends are watching across the street, you don’t have a chance.”

 

          Wil, from years of practice, finally let his anger go and nodded.

 

          Laughing Avis dismissed them both and sauntered away like a man who had all the cards dealt him for a winning hand.

 

          “Thank you Dan, I don’t know what Landers was thinking picking him.”

 

          Gallagher watched Hartwell join his friends, “I think he may come to wonder that himself.”

 

 

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          “You still not able to talk him into letting us come?” Dolph Luther said angrily as the three trail scouts settled at a back table of a saloon with a fresh bottle.  Luther was tall as a mountain and stark bald on top.  His temper was as infamous as his strength and he didn’t like things not going his way.

 

          “You and Dixon scared them easterners real bad boys,” Avis said pouring liberal drinks to calm his partners down.  “Still might work for the best.  I ride out get them all off guard feeling safe and such and you and Dolph attack when they least expect it.”

 

          Dixon Serle smiled mindlessly as he slurped down his drink.  A horse kick to the head had left him a dangerous idiot who only seemed to find pleasure when he was inflicting pain on anything living and breathing.

 

          “You just keep them behind so we can catch up,” Luther said with a scowl. 

 

          Hartwell looked up and chilled the larger man with just a glance.  “And you don’t be late.”

 

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“We need to pack up and be ready!”  Zi said frustrated to the old Chinese man carefully filling his sack bag with herbs. “They will use any chance to leave us!”

 

          “I must first check on the Gallagher’s woman, she does not have much time left,” his grandfather said unhurried.

 

          “We will be left!”

 

          “Zi with such people we will be left the day we start out,” his grandfather Xue told him calmly.

 

          Zi watched him walk away and threw up his hands.  He hadn’t asked for this. He had come to America from his native China to find work on the railroads and create a new life.  The arrival of four little nieces and his grandfather two years later had startled him into becoming a family man, a family he could no more feed than he could himself.  But with the massacre of his parents and older brother in his homeland he was all that was left and resigned he had accepted his responsibilities.  Attempts to start a new life had been nearly impossible and finally he had decided they had only one choice take a chance that the open west would have a place for them.

 

The wagon and supplies had taken all his and his grandfather’s savings. Even then, like Wil, he had been unable to afford the grand Calistoga wagons of the Illinois group having to settle for modified farm wagons.  Fortunately Wil had shown him how to frame a cover over them to protect the supplies and them from the elements.  The entire venture was a gamble, but if they were to have a future they had to try to fit in and keep up with the others.

 

“Uncle Zi!  Little boy hurt!”  Jin said running up and the wiry man turned surprised at the unusual group invading their camp.

 

“Medicine man here?”  the mother asked fearful.

 

Zi turned surprised to see two eyes meeting his with forced bravery.  The woman was perhaps in her late twenties, the boy the man was carrying clearly in great pain.

 

“My grandfather healer,” Zi nodded. “Boy sick?”

 

“Got a mean kick to his middle,” Kid explained as Zi made a place to lay the child down.  “Will he take a look at him?”

 

Zi nodded surprised by this good Samaritan’s help.  “Jin, go get him.  We take care of boy,” he assured Kid who nodded and reached in his pocket to pay him.

 

“No,” the woman said with great dignity.  “But thank you.”

 

“Ma’am,” Kid said tipping his hat and giving the child a smile hurried off with Cadwyn and Abe quietly slipping off to follow.

 

“Come sit, he be right back,” Zi said intrigued by the woman and if he were honest more than a little interested.  It had been a long time since a woman had caught his attention like this.  And feelings he thought he had banished forever suddenly sprung to life ignoring the broken heart that had made him leave his homeland. 

 

Gingerly she took a seat on the log Wil had been working off of.

 

“Let me see, I break many parts in China, I acrobat,” Zi smiled.

 

The woman had no idea what an acrobat was, but clearly wasn’t impressed.  “Then you not good acrobat,” she decided honestly. 

 

To her surprise Zi burst out laughing, “Make good point, but I did get good at fixing mistakes!”

 

Kneeling down he smiled at the boy whose eyes were clouded with pain.

 

“I, Zi,” he introduced.

 

“I am called Namid, this is son, Heammawihio,” she said almost proudly.

 

“You have more letters than me,” Zi smiled his hands gently moving over the child’s rib cage.  It was at least cracked; the child must be in agony.

 

“I have no money,” the women said straightening.  “I…pay you with…” the woman stopped embarrassment and fear making her eyes drop.

 

“You cook?” Zi asked hopeful.  “Grandfather terrible cook, nieces try, but burn a lot.”

 

The woman looked up hopeful, “I cook!”

 

Zi gave her a broad smile, “You hired lady!”

 

An hour later the child lay in a painless sleep, his ribs bound and his mother taking over the chores of loading up the wagon for travel.  Upon the news she too was heading north Zi had felt his spirits lift in a way he didn’t want to think too hard about.

 

His grandfather, his work there done for the moment excused himself and Zi found himself for the first time in weeks with nothing to do.

 

          “Looks like were heading out,” Wil Nishan said walking up.  “Maddie slipped me word.”  He stopped eyeing the Indian woman.  “Who’s she?”

 

          “Our cook!” Zi said proudly.

 

          “Uh huh,” Wil said noting the sparkle in his friend’s eye. “Well about time you got someone to help you, man eat as much charcoal as you do is gonna drop dead one day.  She heading out with us?’

 

          “Boy hurt, he ride in wagon why he get better, she cook,” Zi said.

 

          “Well it’s just in time cause Lander and company are heading out at noon and we need to be ready to follow.”

 

          “Not according to my grandfather,” Zi said disgusted.  “He doesn’t think they will let us.”

 

          “Well they aren’t gonna have much choice,” Wil said eyes narrowing.  “They know two wagons don’t have a chance alone out there.  Besides they are better off with more folks all together.”

 

          “That did not stop them from telling Dan they will not wait for him,” Zi said quietly.

 

          Wil looked startled.  He could understand these white folks not caring for him, but Dan and his family was one of their own. “Gallagher’s wife still ailing?”

 

          “I think she’s dying.”

 

          The young black man frowned, “Traveling like this takes its toll on a body, ain’t never seen so many grave makers as we’ve seen so far and they say the rest is up ahead…uh oh here comes trouble.”

 

          Zi turned and watched as the sheriff and two of his deputies strode purposely towards them.

 

          “Maybe they come to say goodbye.”

 

          “Yea,” Wil said.  “I just bet they have.”

 

 

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          “Daddy why are they leaving without us?” 

 

          Dan Gallagher looked down on his daughter Cadwyn and tried to find a reason to explain why they were being left.

 

          “Mommy is sick honey we have to wait for her to get better.”

 

          “Jin’s grandfather says she is very ill and we should not make any noise around her,” the child said sitting down next to him unconcerned.  Her daddy always made things better.  “So I told little Shawn not to cry, but he never listens, he just wants momma.”  She had left Kid after seeing him head into a hotel and convinced her prize scout was not leaving town any time soon she had gone in search of her father to tell him the grand news of her find.  But Jin’s grandfather had returned from seeing the Indian boy and her father had not been able to concentrate while the old man looked at her mother.

 

          On being mentioned the wizened Chinese man gracefully climbed down from their wagon with an ease that belied his 70 years.

 

          At first Dan had been adverse to letting the strange old man help him nurse his sick wife, but eventually he had been worn down by fear, exhaustion and the insistence of his little daughter who had befriended the man’s four granddaughters as playmates.  The oldest, Bo, had been in a godsend in helping him with the baby as it quickly had become apparent that there was no way Dan was going to be able to care for his sick wife and children and prepare for the trip. 

 

Through the children the three diverse families had come to know one another and formed an informal alliance.  It was Gallagher that had petitioned for Zi and Wil’s wagons to be allowed to join the caravan, a bold move he had never regretted as it quickly became apparent the only help he was going to get once they were on the road was from these strangers.

 

          “Cadwyn go tell Bo I need her,” the old man ordered the little pigtailed girl.

 

          She nodded and hurried off and Dan’s heart fell as he realized the old man needed to speak with him alone.

 

          “I am afraid she is gone.  Her suffering is over,” Xue said quietly his eyes filled with compassion.

 

          “No, she can’t be…” Dan said but could not even manage to rally enough anger to fight the news he had been dreading.  His wife had never been strong and if he was honest she had never recovered completely from the birth of their son.  Then uprooting and leaving her childhood home had brought on a bout of melancholy that had quickly gone to fever.  She had collapsed on the train and been bedridden ever since. It was almost as if she had left them all ready.

 

          “I will tell Zi to come and help with burial,” Xue said practically. 

 

          “Mr. Gallagher come quick they are arresting Mr. Zi and my brother!”  Abe yelled running up frightened.

 

          “What?” Dan said in amazement.  “For what reason?”

 

          Xue shook his head with the resigned sigh of a man who was no stranger to injustice.  “It seems heading in the same direction is indeed against the law.”

 

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          Hannibal Heyes reached the mercantile and for a moment just stood in the doorway feeling like he had run a race and not just casually crossed the street.  Unsure if they had lost the posse the best thing for them both to do was  get supplies and get out of town before anyone could see them long enough to remember them. 

 

          Closing his eyes for a second against the headache that had been his companion for the last two days he hoped he could find something in the store to help him heal up or at least feel better.  Truth was he needed a comfortable bed and a week’s sleep, but until they felt sure the posse had given up that wasn’t going to happen.

 

          Shutting the door he stepped into the shop and breathed in enjoying the peaceful calm from the busy street and a hint of a smile escaped as the familiar smells of dill, cinnamon and sawdust greeted him.  If civilization had a scent, this was it.

 

          The store was a large one with shelves lined with canned goods next to bolts of cloth and farming equipment.  Relieved he had the money he needed to procure necessary items as well as a few luxuries he got to work filling a corner of the counter with the items.

 

          He noticed the first little girl when he stopped at the jars of hard candy and licorice.  His mother had often given him licorice to help when he was ill and he was hoping it might do something he reached in and laid several strands on the counter.

 

          The girl was only perhaps 6 with long black hair and almond shaped eyes. Her clothes were plain, but clean designed to help her fit in and feel less foreign.  However the look a child gets when it spots candy was universal.

 

          “Want a piece?” Heyes asked not that old that he didn’t remember the longing.

 

          The shop keeper sorting out his purchases frowned. She was an older blond woman who still had her Dutch accent and a face marked with a permanent no nonsense scowl brought on by trying to do business in a town as wild as this one. 

 

          “Shoo! Shoo!” the woman said like she had spotted a stray dog.

 

          The child stared at her terrified.

 

          “She isn’t bothering anyone,” Heyes told the woman with an annoyed glance and reaching into a jar handed the child a stick of candy. “Put it on my bill,” he told her disapproving look and then grinned when suddenly a second smaller girl no more than 3 joined her sister and looked up at him hopeful.

 

          Laughing he reached in and handed her a stick as well ignoring the look his partner who had just entered the store was giving him.

 

          “See those coolies are all the same,” the woman snapped in disgust at his generosity.

 

          “I think its more children are all the same,” Heyes told her and turned back to find his audience had grown and was now even more diverse. Jin, Abe and Cadwyn, having come in search of Bo and the other children had stopped startled by this stranger’s kindness.  All of them looked up at him hopeful and rolling his eyes he faked a defeated sigh.  “Looks like I’m buying a round for the house,” Heyes surrendered and under her critical eye he handed over a bag of candy to the children who gasped at such a treasure.

 

          “I’m so sorry!”  a fourth older Asian girl said running up hair flying behind her.  She was no more than 12, but clearly in charge of the younger children and terrified they had gotten in trouble.

 

          “They didn’t do anything,” Heyes smiled.

 

          She stared at him as if his kindness was more foreign to her than the language she was attempting to master.

 

          “You are most kind!” she said relaxing slightly and then letting the hint of a smile escape at her sisters’ happy faces.  “They love the sugar sticks too much!  But it is wrong to make strangers pay for them,” she said reaching into a small drawstring purse hanging around her neck.

 

          “Nope my treat,” Heyes told her firmly and giving the children a wink turned back to his purchases and then added, “And make sure you get one out of it!”

 

          The older girl cocked her head as if trying to analyze him and then shaking her head as if he were a mystery she began ushering the children out.

 

          “I don’t know Caddy; I think this fella would make a great scout too!”  Abe whispered.

 

          “Maybe we can hire him for the jailbreak and the other fella for the scout,” Cadwyn said practically.

 

          “Where we gonna get all the money for this?”

 

          Their musings were interrupted as one of the cowboys off in the corner haggling over a new saddle noticed them.

 

          “Hey Betty you selling chinks now?” a voice called and Heyes turned his attention to the two cowboys he had noticed earlier checking out a saddle.

 

          “Let it be Mike,” the woman said wanting no trouble.

 

          The older girl had frozen in fear, almost as if she was hoping she could escape notice by not moving.  The cowboys laughed and one said something quietly to his friend and gave her a look that did not bode well if she was caught alone later and she knew it.  Terrified she quickly pushed the children forward, but her escape was not fast enough.  A large man with all the markings of a salesman complete with his sample case barreled down the aisle oblivious to the small figures coming in the opposite direction or just not caring.

 

          His case swung wide and the smallest girl would have been knocked down hard had not Heyes caught her and swung her clear just in time.

 

          The salesman unconcerned continued to the counter and Heyes setting the child down with a smile followed him up and tapping him on the shoulder waited until the man turned before decking him.

 

          “Ma’am,” Heyes said to the store owner and picking up his packages left his money on the counter and stepping over the unconscious man walked to the door where his partner stood waiting.

         

          Cadwyn paused noting the looks that passed between then.  She should have known these two were friends!

 

          “That’s him!” Cadwyn whispered as the group stepped outside to watch the two men walk away.

 

          “Ain’t gonna do much good as a guide if Wil and your Uncle are in jail!” Abe said worried.  Suddenly he felt frightened.  Wil was all he had and the sheriff leading him away had made him feel very alone in the world.

 

          “My Pa will get him out,” Cadwyn said unaware of how terribly her world had just changed.  “Come on lets talk to them before they get away!”

 

                            

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          “John, Ellie is dead,” Dan Gallagher said quietly walking up to the man climbing aboard his wagon.

 

          A quiet hush came over the group.

 

          “Sorry to hear that Dan,” John Landers said with a cough as he picked up the reins.

 

          “Don’t suppose you know anything about Zi and Wil being arrested?” Gallagher said numb with anger and pain.

 

          “They aren’t my concern,” Landers said simply.

 

          “They are if they were thinking of trying to keep up with your group.  John how could you?”

 

          “Move out!”  Avis Hartwell whistled riding by and heading out.

 

          “Good luck to you Dan,” John said ignoring the stares of his wife Milly.

 

          “But John surely we can help him see Ellie buried,” Milly whispered.

 

          “You heard the man were moving out.”

 

          “You are gonna need help Mr. Gallagher,” Maddie said jumping down from the back of the second wagon having heard it all. “I’ll look after your younglings while you take care of your wife.”

 

          “Maddie you get back on this here wagon!”  her employer’s shrill voice rang out.  “We ain’t waiting for you!”

 

          “Ain’t asking you to,” Maddie said calmly.

 

          “Thank you Maddie,” Dan said grateful.  “I’d be obliged if you would round up my children while I have to have a talk with the sheriff.”

 

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          Quickly rounding the corner the two men sought sanctuary in the alley where Heyes paused and leaned against the wall of the building beside him and caught his breath.

 

          “What was that about keeping a low profile?” Kid asked dryly trying to keep his voice light, they were in trouble and they both knew it.

 

          Heyes groaned disgusted with himself.  He hadn’t meant to lose his temper, but the man forcing him to rescue the little girl had caused him to move in such a way that had made him wince in agony. 

 

          “He made my head hurt,” Heyes mumbled feeling like an idiot even as he said it.

 

          Kid nodded seeing no need to point out Heyes could have avoided the action by not coming to the child’s rescue, but he was in a bad enough mood all ready.  “I got us a room.”

 

          “You really think sticking around is such a good idea now?” Heyes said dryly.

 

          Kid had to nod, “Maybe not.  You want to get a drink before we leave?” Kid asked knowing it was a bad idea too, but not liking how pale his cousin looked.

                                      

Hannibal Heyes stared at this partner; they had been on the run too long for Heyes not to recognize this offer had been made for him and him alone. “Since when do I need you to moddle coddle me?”

 

          Kid’s frustration and worry exploded, “Heyes you look like hell.  You haven’t eaten barely anything for two days and between the shoot out at the stage station and all that hard riding we just did you just about broke every rule that doctor gave you about healing up,” he finished in a shout new worry clouding his eyes.

 

          Heyes gave him an indignant look, but it didn’t have much effect as he suddenly felt a wave of dizziness and had to steady himself by leaning back against the wall.

 

          “Hey mister!”

 

          The two men turned warily at the young boy’s voice to find the children from the store in front of them, Abe taking the lead.

 

          “Name is Abraham Nishan, this here is Cadwyn Gallagher, and Bo, Huan Yue, Jin and Jia Li, they ain’t got last names you can pronounce.”

 

          “Smith,” eight year old Jin said boldly picking a name she had heard her uncle thinking of adopting to compliment his new trade.

 

          “Well its real fine to meet you all,” Kid said eyeing his partner warily.  “But we need to be moving on…”

 

          “We want to hire you!” Abe said not budging.

 

          “Hire us?” Heyes said recovering enough to be amused. “To do what?”

 

          “Break our family out of jail!”  Abe said.

 

          “Children!” an old man’s voice said relieved.  “I look everywhere for you.  Cadwyn come your father needs you.”

 

          Kid and Heyes glanced at the old Chinese gentleman gathering the children up like a hen with her chicks.

 

          “They were kind to us grandfather and helped Jia Li,” the oldest Bo said.

 

“We hired these men to bust Wil out,” Abe said proudly.

 

          “Now wait a minute,” Kid said with a laugh.

 

          “They gave us licorice!” Cadwyn added to confirm their reasoning.