HOLIDAY

 

 

Every now and then go away and have a little relaxation.

To remain constantly at work will diminish your judgment.

Go some distance away, because work will be in perspective

and a lack of harmony is more readily seen.

-

Leonard Da Vinci

 

 

Northern California

1881

(Immediately following ‘Night of the Red Dog’)

 

 

 

 

 

          “Well maybe its time you go your way and I go mine!” Kid Curry said with such finality the words seemed to hang in the air almost startling him to the point that he felt an urge to look around to see who had said them.

 

          Hannibal Heyes made it a point to show no reaction despite feeling like he had just been punched in the stomach.

 

          They had been arguing over the most trivial things since leaving San Francisco and the site of the Chauncy Beauregard Hospital Wing.  Nearly broke and not even able to fall back on Silky for a place to stay since he was out of town they had decided to move on not willing to surrender what little money they did posses on the city’s expensive accommodations.

 

          But even though the decision had been a unanimous one the effects of the months of confinement and the roller coast ride of poverty and riches had left them drained and frustrated with no one to take it out on but each other.

 

          Now forced to sleep on the trail, money tight and hopelessness gnawing at them a desperate weariness had taken hold as they guided their horses out of the city not sure which direction to take or even caring.

 

          Normally such hardships would not have affected them so.  They had known hunger and disappointment since they had been children and it had only bound them closer for usually when one was down the other was able to rally him or at least play peacemaker.  This time both men had hit rock bottom in unison forcing them to growl their frustrations out at each other.

 

          Even this though should not have been enough to make them consider splitting up.  Their partnership had been forged through adversity and time and rest usually brought one or the other around or they simply got weary of not getting along.  As Heyes had pointed out once, admittedly he would emphasize after a few drinks, Kid and he would not have lasted as partners this long just because they were cousins; each genuinely enjoyed the man’s company and the friendship they shared.  Unfortunately neither man could remember that at the moment.

 

          “All right you go your way I’ll go mine!” Heyes said firmly and waited as if daring his cousin to make the first move, for truth be known he didn’t have the slightest idea what his way was.

 

          “Fine!” Kid said as if it was the simplest decision in the world and turning his horse east did not looking back.  The apparent casualness in which he did this caused his partner’s anger to churn and just to be contrary Heyes turned his horse west to emphasize how important it was to him that they put as much space between them as possible.

 

          The heat of their fury lasted approximately a mile before both men began to question their hasty decision.  But so low was the state of their morale each presumed the other would come after him and kept on his direction until nightfall when they made camp separately and fell asleep trying to convince themselves neither cared if this indeed had been the last time they would ride together.

 

 

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Monterey, California

 

          The option of west was eliminated by noon the next day as Hannibal Heyes pulled his horse up to study the rocky coast and blue surf crashing into it under a chorus of seagulls.

 

          Smiling at the serene beauty he found himself dismounting and  walking up onto the rocks breathed in the sea air and remembered.

 

 

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Lawrence, Kansas

1860

 

          Eight year old Hannibal Heyes had stalked his quarry with all the God given cunning he could muster.  If his grandfather was aware of his oldest grandson’s pursuit of him he made no sign as he readied his suitcase.

 

          “Grandpa?”

 

          The older man swallowed a smile and turned as if surprised by the dark haired boy in the door way.  He knew this moment was coming.  He wouldn’t have been his grandson if it hadn’t.

 

          “Yes Mr. Heyes,” the man replied taking a seat on the edge of the bed and patting a place beside him.  “How may I be of assistance?”

 

          Hannibal grinned.  Only his grandfather called him mister, or sometimes just Heyes using his last name like he did with other grown ups.  He said Hannibal was too much of a mouthful and there were times the boy had to agree.

 

          “Tell me about the ocean again,” Hannibal said climbing on the bed next to him.

 

          “Your mother tells it better than I lad, spirit of the poet in her there is.”

 

          “Is it really that big?  So big you can’t see nothing past it?”

 

          “Yes, yes it is, most wondrous thing you’ve ever laid eyes on.”

 

          “Which is a very good point,” Hannibal said sliding off the bed to face him.  “I haven’t.”

 

          “They’ll be plenty of time to see oceans lad.”

 

          “But not with you.”

 

          The words were sincere and perfect and the old man seemed genuinely surprised by them.

 

          “Aye that is possible.”

 

          “Please grandfather, you always say a man shouldn’t turn down a chance for a memory, please let me come with you!”

 

          His grandfather considered the request.  It was not like he hadn’t seen it coming, young Heyes had all the wanderlust of his side of the family and the courage.  Combined with his father’s brilliant mind even at this young age he had come to decide nothing would be impossible for him if he tried hard enough.

 

          “Lad the ocean is a great many miles away you’d be gone nearly a month.  I canna see your mother approving.”

 

          “She will if you ask her!  Please grandfather, I want to travel with you as much as I want to see the ocean!”

 

          The old man smiled and ruffled his hair, “All right we’ll see what we can do, but no promises.”

 

          The little boy let out a whoop of joy. 

 

          “I have to go pack!”

 

          “Heyes lad wait she hasn’t…”  the old man sighed and then chuckled, the boy was gone. 

 

          In the end it had taken both their silver tongues to convince his parents.  There was trouble brewing with the election coming up in November and the summer of 1860 found the nation tense with worry and anger.  But finally it had been his mother who had relented and brought his father around.

 

          She missed the ocean, the wild sea she had grown up next to and wanted her son to experience it with the man who had made it so magical for her.  Hannibal was given permission to go. 

 

And then his cousin got the news and everything went wrong.

 

 

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          The memory made Heyes mad at his partner all over again and mounting up he paused not sure which way to head.  Faced again with another directional decision he decided to get a drink first and something other than jerky to eat.  With six dollars in his pocket he would have to be frugal in his choices, but whatever the consequences he wanted a bed, a bath and hot food.  He was slowly starting to realize he had spent the last 24 hours making life altering decisions not in the best frame of mind.

 

          The Southern Pacific railroad had reached the sleepy fishing port of Monterey a year earlier turning it in to a bustling seaside entity beginning to rival San Francisco for ships attention.

 

          Under the warm sunshine and sea breeze Heyes began to feel his spirits lifting.  Taking his time he took note of the sheriff office, didn’t know him and then the hotels, there were 12 counting boarding houses and lastly the saloons.

 

          He cataloged 8 and noted like San Francisco they all had their own distinct brand of customers.  At lunch time the fishing fleet occupied the cantinas and taverns near the dock and water front. 

 

          The remaining six were divided up among the merchants, farmers and travelers and were for the most part this time of day quiet.  Finally he decided on the hotel Del Monte.  It was near the train station and a favorite with visitors and Heyes had learned it was easier to fit in as a stranger in a room full of them.

 

          Besides with a little luck the saloon would fill up later with those new in town supplying him with a chance for some poker with players looking for a distraction.

 

          It was then he realized he was thinking about staying for a while and it made him uneasy, but not uneasy enough to saddle back up and head east.

 

 

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          Kid Curry would never have admitted he had turned west because he knew that was the direction his partner had taken.   

 

His reason, he told himself  out loud was because the Sierras were still melting into spring and he didn’t feel like facing snow for a good long while, if ever again.  He needed to warm up, get a stake and then think about his next move.

 

          Besides he had as much right to go west as Heyes did and he better not have a problem with that when he found him.  The idea of a fight with his cousin made him cheer up considerably and when he finally pulled up to stare at the Pacific Ocean his senses rushed memories back at him that caused him to dismount and for a moment forget how desperate things were.

 

 

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Galveston, Texas

Summer 1860

 

          “You weren’t suppose to come!  You aren’t even old enough, you’re a baby!” 8 year old Hannibal Heyes glared at his younger cousin as they waited inside the stagecoach for their grandfather.  The stage had finally stopped and their grandfather had gotten out ordering them to stay put as a storm was brewing and he didn’t want them ‘blowing off to South America” when he wasn’t looking. 

 

          “Grandpa said I could come!” 6 year old Jedediah Curry said haughtily as the man in question took their bags from the driver.  This was the closest stop the stage made to the ranch they were visiting and they would have to walk the final distance.

 

          “Only because you cried and made your mom ask him!”

 

          Jedediah Curry smiled happily.  The very concept of being left behind while his older cousin and his grandfather had such a fantastic adventure was just too unbearable to consider.  Yes he had cried, but only as a last resort!

 

          “I ain’t never seen the ocean,” Jed said stubbornly refusing to feel remorse for horning in on his cousin’s trip.  “My Pa says a Curry has the ocean in his blood!”

 

          “Yea well your blood ain’t old enough to see the ocean!”  Hannibal said exasperated.

 

          “I got a knife!” Jedediah said pulling out his prize possession. “My Pa says every man needs a good knife! So I must be old enough!”

 

          “You Pa only gave you that when you weren’t coming to make you quit wailing!”  Hannibal said disgusted.  It was a good knife and normally he would have been pleased his cousin had such a new tool for them to go adventuring with, but the fact he had the knife and still had gotten to go ate at him something fierce.

 

          In fact Hannibal still wasn’t quite sure how it happened.  Jed was the baby of the family everyone fretted after him and yet his mom had been the one to stand up and say he should be allowed to come if his grandfather didn’t mind.  Mothers!  Just when you think you understand them!

 

          Hannibal suddenly smiled deviously, “You know you are costing Grandpa a fortune to feed he ain’t gonna make no money helping that man with his horse thanks to you.”

 

          If they were honest neither boy knew quite what their grandfather did with horses that was so special, but he was good enough that an old friend who was a groom for a man all the way in Texas had asked him to come out and see his horses.  The man raced them and their grandfather had an uncanny way of making horses he worked with win.

 

          Hannibal smiled triumphant as his little cousin’s lip quivered.  He had scored a point.  Jed hated thinking he had hurt someone he cared about and like Hannibal adored their Grandfather Curry to the point of hero worship. 

 

          The tall, strong Irishman was everything a little boy could wish for in a hero and Hannibal had been over the moon when he had thought he would have him all to himself.

 

          Never had the boy felt so grown up.  Him and his grandfather off seeing the world and more importantly the ocean!  Hannibal had heard wondrous tales of water so large and far it went on forever from his mother and uncle and finally he was going to see it for himself.

 

          And the best part was Grandpa Curry never treated him as a child, they discussed things, important things like the troubles in the country and things in books he read.  Grandpa Curry had let him try his cigar and taste his whiskey and stay up late and watch for shooting stars.  No this was too wonderful to share with his baby cousin, he just wasn’t old enough to be traveling with two men like him and Grandpa.

 

          Of course Jedediah saw it differently. Jedediah had twice the energy of any boy his age and woke up every morning raring to go in search of excitement.  The idea his very best friend and his grandpa would leave him behind was simply inconceivable.

 

          And young Jedediah despite his age was all ready a clever little boy who knew that big blue eyes with tears in them could make just about any woman crumble.  He always felt bad about pretending to cry, but sometimes when a man was just 6 he had to do what he had to do or life would just up and pass him by.

 

          “All right lads out you come.”

 

          They both tried to shove out the door of the stage at the same moment Jed nearly doing it thanks to his smaller size, but at the last moment Hannibal craftily elbowed him out of the way and landing on his feet first hoping his grandfather had noticed he had been first.

 

          But their grandfather wasn’t watching, he had turned to look at something off the road and both boys followed his gaze and stood stunned.

 

          The ocean in all its glory was laid out before them just yards away.

 

          “I didn’t think there was that much water in the whole world,” Hannibal whispered at the fierce liquid entity crashing against the rocks as the storm rolled in.

 

          “It goes forever,” Jedediah said and reaching out caught his grandfather’s hand not sure he was comfortable with water he couldn’t see the other side of.

 

          “Come on lads storm will be here soon and we’ve got a bit of a walk to reach the ranch.”

 

          “Is it really salty?” Hannibal was asking skipping along trying to keep up with his grandfather’s long strides and not take his eyes off the water.

 

          “Aye and you’ll find out soon enough, tomorrow when this storm has rolled past we’ll go for a swim.”

 

          Jedediah held on tighter to his grandfather’s hand.  His cousin had been going on about getting to see whales and the story of Jonah kept running through his head annoyingly.  Maybe this had not been such a good idea after all.

 

          His grandfather as if noticing looked down and gave him a wink.  “Brave heart Mr. Curry!”

 

          The little boy nodded and reaching into his pocket for his knife grasped it firmly.  He was sure it was big enough to fight a whale and feeling considerably better he hurried to keep up against the wind.

 

                            

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          Kid was pulled out of his memory by the smell of food and realized it was late afternoon and a long time since breakfast. Turning his horse he walked it down to the docks where they men had just come in with their boats and were heading for a hot meal.

 

          His horse and he looked out of place as he pulled up outside the water front café and for a moment he considered continuing on into the town proper, but the smell was just too irresistible.

 

          The one room establishment was crowded and wary dark eyed fishermen watched him go up to the counter and order.  There reaction was like a group of sheep grazing and suddenly becoming aware a wolf was among them.

 

          It wasn’t panic yet, but they were tensed to flee should the need arise.

 

          As for Kid he was used to people reacting to his presence that way and while it bothered him he was too hungry at the moment to care.

 

          The older woman who took his order seemed surprised when he paid and thanked her and the tension in the room dropped down a level.

 

          Taking the hot food to a table cleared for him near the door he ate ravenously and didn’t turn down the second helpings brought to him.  It was some kind of  thick soup made of what he guessed was potatoes, sausage, cabbage, onions and garlic and filled him generously combined with the loaf of hot sweet bread supplied him.

 

          Finally he sat back satisfied full for the first time in months and allowed himself to enjoy the warm sunshine coming in through the window with the smell of the sea.  Casually he listened to the conversation wondering what language it was.  It sounded like Spanish, but it wasn’t; he would have to ask Heyes.  He tensed realizing that wasn’t an option any more and his spirits nose dived again.

 

          Getting up he thanked the woman and walking his horse found a spot on the sand next to a tree and a shelter of rocks and tied the animal to graze.   A good a place as any to take a break before facing the rigmarole that involved entering a new town; sitting down he stretched out against the trunk of the tree and settled in for a lazy nap.

 

 

 

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For Brandon and George McKenzie it had not been the best 24 hours of their lives. Here it was Friday afternoon and thanks to some fast shooting stranger they were broke and having to start all over again looking for some patsy to sell to the conscript gang. Just the thought of that cowboy taking their prize away from them made them meaner and drink harder. Heck there had only been one of him! Course as George had pointed out twice his gun sure evened that up and he had snuck up on them, took them by surprise, no it hadn’t been fair at all.

      The fact they had snuck on that fisherman coming home from a beer with friends didn’t enter into it. Man had to make a living didn’t he?

      And so they sat nursing their disappointment in the corner of the saloon and waited.

      Hannibal Heyes noticed them as soon as he walked in. He had a room now and had cleaned up and the next thing to check off his list was that drink and some hot food.

      He had chosen the saloon for its closeness to his hotel and the train station. Later tonight it would fill up the poker would start, but for now it was nearly empty except for the two men at a table when he walked in and a lanky eastern dressed man sipping a beer at the bar.

      Ordering food and a beer he took a table in the back and finding a newspaper just two days old he settled down to forget how much he hated eating alone.

      The man at the bar looked up from his beer to study Heyes’s arrival with interest. He had arrived from Scotland just a month ago, but this was his first real glimpse of the Wild West. Everything from Heyes’s tied down gun to the look he gave the McKenzie brothers in the corner intrigued him. This was the western man he had heard so much about and as a writer it fascinated him. Trying not to stare he studied the relaxed way he found his seat with his back to the wall and seemed oblivious to the room. But he wasn’t. The man was dangerous, but secure enough in who he was that he didn’t have to flaunt it.  By his mere casualness he showed he had no doubts he could handle anyone or anything that crossed his path.

      At that moment the doors opened and he smiled at the arrival of his friend Otosabura Noda.  He had waited knowing he would be by having in just a short time come to enjoy the Japanese immigrant and the excitement he always seemed to carry with him.

      Fresh from Japan the young man had a head for business and big dreams. He was going to make his fortune in this great country and bubbled over with enthusiasm with his ideas.

      Even now he had organized a band of his fellow countrymen as laborers and made it his job to find them work throughout the growing town.

          “Stevenson my friend!” he said happily spotting him as he passed his pail to the bartender to fill.  “You must drink a beer with me to celebrate the weekend!”

          “It will be my pleasure,” the man answered sincerely in his distinct Scottish brogue.

          Nada always made it a point every Friday to bring a pail of beer back to his men at the end of the day.  Saloons did not often welcome his men and it was a way of rewarding them and ensuring their loyalty.

          “Hey William when you start letting chinks drink with us?’ George said getting up and wandering over.

 

          “Why lookie here he gone and got us some beer,” his older brother Brandon smirked.

 

          “That is not for you, it is for my workers,” Nado said and then couldn’t resist adding.  “And I am not Chinese I am Japanese.”

 

          “Yes well maybe we oughta shoot you and see if you bleed yellow!” George said laughing.

 

          “The man has done nothing to you let him be,” Stevenson said worried where this was going.  “Let me buy ya both a beer to help ya forget about it.”

 

          “Don’t be telling us what to do!’ Brandon spat. “I’m sick of foreigners telling me what to do!”

 

          The bartender moved to pass through them to bring Heyes his lunch only to have it slapped out of his hands.

 

          “Out of the way William I got me a Chinese to shoot.”

 

          From across the room the sound of a chair moving back could be heard.  It shouldn’t have been the same warning as a rattler preparing to strike, but it was.

 

          On most days Hannibal Heyes would have taken his meal being delayed as annoying, but hardly worth a fight.  But this was not most days. He was hungry, annoyed he was alone and just in the mood to take it all out on anyone foolish enough to rile him.

 

          “And I wanted that food,” Heyes said stepping up next to the two men his voice calm and in no way suggesting the fury behind it.  The next moment George was on the floor short a few teeth and any resemblance of consciousness.

 

          Brandon moved for his gun, but Heyes had all ready drawn his causing his audience and Brandon to gasp at how quick the reaction had been.

 

          “Now pay the man for the food you wasted and while you’re at it buy the house a drink, then take your friend and get out of my sight.

 

          William would later tell customers never had he seen the McKenzie’s so licked.  Brandon obeyed offering up his last coins and then reached down and catching his brother’s foot hauled him out the room.

 

          “My food?” Heyes said with a forced smile to the bartender.

 

          “Oh yes sir!  Coming right up!” William said hurrying to the back.

 

          The Scotsman laughed, “Put it on my tab William! Robert Stevenson sir, a pleasure.”

 

          “Joshua Smith,” Heyes said grumpily and then added thank you as he returned to his table.

 

          “Thank you mister,” Nado bowed following him over.  “You fine man.”

 

          “I just want to eat my lunch in peace,” Heyes growled and returned to the newspaper he had been reading trying desperately to ignore him and his earnest gratitude.

 

          “You look for work?  I need men, I hire you!” Nado went on suddenly excited about having such a man working for him.

 

          Heyes bit back smile, “Thank you, but I…”

 

          “You be foreman!”

 

          “I think Mr. Smith would settle for a drink Nado,” Stevenson grinned walking over with a bottle and three glasses.

 

          Nado blinked surprised at the suggestion not deeming it worthy enough for the man who had just saved his life and waited for Heyes to object.  But Heyes merely sighed seeing he was not going to escape appreciation no matter how hard he tried and waved them both into a chair.

 

          “So what do we drink to?” Heyes said taking the glass liberally filled.

 

          “To home far away,” Stevenson suggested.

 

          “How do you know my home is far away?” Heyes smiled slightly.

 

          “Your eyes,” Stevenson said simply.

 

          Heyes looked up sharply, “You play poker Mr. Stevenson?”

 

          “No sir.”

 

          “Good,” Heyes decided.

 

          “Robert come all the way from Scotland,” Nado confided enjoying his whiskey.  “He love girl named Fanny.”

 

          “Nado is the sole of discretion,” Stevenson  laughed. 

 

          Heyes found himself warming to the two very different men.  Nado was small, but dynamic and appeared to be moving even when he was sitting still.

 

          Stevenson was slender, pale and clearly not in the best of health, but their affection for one another was refreshing.

 

          “So what bring you to Monterey Mr. Smith?” Stevenson asked.

 

          “Just passing through,” Heyes replied.  “You always come this far from home for a woman?”         

 

          “Mr. Smith when it comes to matters of the heart there is no distance to great.”

 

          “She married,” Nado explained. “You sure you don’t want to work for me?  I need help against men like them, they steal workers, sell to ship.”

 

          “The shang hai business thrives down here Mr. Smith,” Stevenson explained at Heyes’s look.

 

          “I thought that was San Francisco.”

 

          “Usually is, but sometimes a ship can’t make crew there.  Take the Moonlight out in the bay right now.  She’s bound for the Far East, but is 20 men short thanks to a fever that nearly wiped out her crew.  The authorities wouldn’t let her dock in San Francisco so she sidled down here in hopes of picking up a crew.”

 

          “Those boys work for them?”

 

          “Yes, very bad men, do no real work,” Nado said smiling a lot now as the whiskey took effect.

         

          The food arrived and talk turned to Nado’s ideas for how to make his fortune.

 

          “Need to get fishes to far away,” Nado said frowning.

 

          “Be an ideal place to set up a cannery,” Heyes pointed out with a shrug. 

 

          “Cannery?”

 

          “Factory to package the fish, boats could sail right up and dump their catch,” Heyes added his mind grateful for something to work on.

         

          Nado’s eyes widened, “You smart man!  You work for me!  We get rich!”

 

          “Actually I think I’ll just go have a nap, been a long couple of days and I hope to play some poker tonight,” Heyes said standing and reaching in his pocket to pay.

 

          “No, no I pay,” Nado said firmly.  “You sleep, think of be my partner.”

 

          Heyes almost stopped him by saying he had a partner, but then it hit him he wasn’t so sure of that anymore.

 

“I’ll do that,” Heyes said not aware this concern showed in his face.  “And thank you.”

 

          “I’d be pleased to share a meal with you any day sir,” Stevenson said offering his hand.  “So far from home I understand what a rough companion loneliness can be.”

 

          Heyes looked up and nodded slightly, “Yea, yea it is.”

 

          Wearily Heyes found his way to his room and barely kicking his boots off fell onto the bed and tried not to dream.

 

 

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          Eight year old Hannibal Heyes’s senses were exploding. He had woken before dawn to see the end of the storm and as daybreak arrived he had been unable to contain his curiosity. Dressing quietly he stuffed his pillow under his blanket to assure anyone there was no need to worry and quickly climbed out the window.  There was no question he would be back before his grandfather awoke he just wanted to see everything first!

      But he hadn’t counted on there being so much to see. The tide pools and the strange creatures trapped there, Jed would be amazed when he showed him especially the thing that looked like a star. And the shells littered along the beach. His mother had some in a box she kept with her things to remind her of old home. He would find her the prettiest ones on the beach to bring back for her. Jed could find some for his mom too. He grinned imagining their faces and suddenly realized maybe having Jed along wasn’t such a bad thing. Sure he was little, but he had good ideas and he was always game for anything Hannibal came up with, which was more than his other friends were. Yes it would be fun to show Jed all he had found and see his surprise and amazement.

      He looked down at his feet and realized the warm salty water was covering them now. Frowning he glanced out noticed that the water was a great deal further in than when he had arrived and he suddenly understood all that talk of tides his father had tried to explain to him.

      Glancing back he knew he had gone farther than he should have, but there had been so much to see.

      And then he spotted it. Crushed up against the rocks ahead; a small fishing boat.  Clearly it had been caught in the storm only to finally crash upon the rocks and wedge itself there.

      Instantly his imagination saw the potential.  Maybe it was really a pirate ship! There might be treasure! Excited he began to run and only stopped when he heard it. A cry, someone was on that boat!

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          “Welcome back Mr. Smith,” the barman said as Heyes made his down the stairs.  Blinking he yawned and looked outside realizing it was dark.  He had slept well into the evening and was amazed how much better he felt after it.

 

          The saloon was packed now with a rowdy mixed crowd of strangers and locals and Heyes spotted at least two poker games he could take advantage of.

 

          Ordering food he stood at the edge of the bar and wolfed it down watching both games and liking what he saw.  They were low bet games, but steady and from what he could see full of amateurs who were certain they were good.  It was a combination he could take advantage of and finishing his meal he grabbed the first open chair and the bar’s only palpable drink, beer, and anteed up.

 

          An hour later he was $20 up would have had more but he didn’t want to scare his fellow players off.  And to his delight there was a steady stream of new players feeding in off ships that stopped or off the stage meaning he had new money to go after.  It was going to be a profitable night.

 

          “You are a skilled player Mr. Smith,” Stevenson said coming up behind him as he rose to stretch for a moment.

 

          “Sometimes the cards just fall right,” he shrugged.  “Off to see your lady friend?”

 

          “Hope springs eternal Mr. Smith,” he smiled sadly and wandered out the door.

 

          Heyes returned to his game.  Seeing Stevenson had reminded him of his earlier warning and he let his eyes wander around the saloon for both victims and predators.  It was a good night and the potential for both was there, but Heyes was no green horn and returned to his cards confident he could avoid both.

 

          Wait till Kid sees how good I’ve…he put the thought out of his mind.  He might never see his cousin again and that was fine by him.  But it didn’t stop him from noticing every man who walked through the door and feeling slightly saddened when they turned out to be strangers.

 

 

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          The child’s scream woke Kid with a start and he was on his feet gun in his hand surprised to find it was dark.

 

          Getting his bearings he realized it had come from the direction of the café and without thinking he responded to the cry for help arriving just in time to see two men about to carry off a younger unconscious man.

 

          The cry for help had come from a little girl of no more than seven with long dark braids and a face covered in tears.

 

          “Hold up what’s all this about?” he asked and when the men moved to ignore him he shot both their hats off to clarify he expected an answer.

 

          The two would be kidnappers turned surprised and dropped the man hard scurrying off like foxes caught in a chicken coop.

 

          “They take my daddy!” the little girl cried falling down on her father.

 

          “Hang on honey he isn’t going anywhere,” Kid tried to reassure her holstering his gun and looking around for help.  “Where do you live?”

 

          “On the boat with Papa and Bento.”

 

          “Can you show me?”

 

          The child nodded and Kid lifted the slight figure over his shoulder like a sack of flour and taking the hand she offered him was led down the precarious wooden pier to a small fishing boat.

 

          A young man of perhaps 14 emerged from the tiny cabin and frowned disgusted.

         

          “He drunk again?  What he do?  We got no money to pay you,” he said with false bravo as Kid dumped the man onto the deck.

 

          “Ladroes do corpo Bento,” the girl whispered terrified.

 

          The boy stiffened and looked up at Kid shocked, “You got him away from them?”

 

          “He was wonderful Benito, he is a vaqueiro!  Cowboy!”  she said the word with real awe in her voice and Kid let a small smile escape at her hero worship.

 

          “Ladroes?”

 

          “We say too much,” the boy mumbled suddenly unable to hide the fear he was feeling, but to his credit he moved boldly in between Kid and his father and little sister.

 

          Kid nodded, it was none of his business and he had no interest in courting trouble having enough of his own.

 

          Turning he climbed back up on the pier and started back towards his horse wondering how late it was and whether it was worth trying to find a room.

 

          Finally deciding it wasn’t worth spending some of the little money he had on a room for a night half gone he untied his bed roll grateful for the warm evening.

 

          It had been many years since he had slept on a beach and remembering he fell asleep to the sound of the incoming tide.

 

 

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Six year old Jedediah Curry had never been one to sleep in.  Sleeping in meant you might be missing something and that was just unacceptable to a little boy curious about everything.

 

          So when he awoke the next morning and hurried over to the window to make sure it was all still there he felt a thrill of anticipation.  The storm had dissipated leaving a golden morning and a sea as flat as glass.  The smell of the sea air pulled at him like a summer breeze and frustrated he glanced back at his sleeping family.

 

          He could wake Han and ask him to come with him,, but Hannibal could be right mean in the morning if you woke him before he thought it was time to be woken and what with them not getting along he’d probably only get thumped.  He then stole a glance over at his grandfather who was snoring loudly.  Grandfather Curry and Mr. Houlihan had talked about old times last night using a lot of whiskey.  Jed knew from experience that Grandfather would not be rising any time soon after one of his ‘reminiscing’ nights.

 

          Frustrated he shrugged on his clothes and went back to the window.  What would it be like to swim in water that big?  He was a good swimmer, but was it different than the river back home?  Hannibal said it was salty, but Jed hadn’t bought that tall tale.

 

          Finally the damn burst and he just knew he had to go see it all close up or he would explode.  Just a quick look, he’d be back before they noticed.

 

          Shoving his pillow under the bedding to cover for him he scrambled out of the window.

 

 

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          Hannibal Heyes finally got up from the poker table and stretched knowing it was well on its way to morning.

 

          He had done well, nearly $100 up and felt good about things for the first time in days.

 

          Nonchalantly he stepped outside and unhooked his gun.  He hadn’t won a lot, but he had won the most and he was no tenderfoot.  Cautiously, he studied the street and it was then they caught his eye.  Four men carrying the bodies of 3 men down the alley towards the sea.

 

          Frowning he paused not sure what to do, for all he knew they were bounty hunters or even lawmen, but he doubted it.

 

          “It seems the McKenzie boys made up for last night,” Stevenson said coming up and following his gaze.  “Poor fools, when they wake up they’ll be in the middle of Pacific.”

 

          “Doesn’t anyone do anything about it?”

 

          Stevenson shrugged, “Sheriff has enough to worry about with the town.  The attitude here seems to be if you are foolish enough to get caught it’s your own fault.”

 

          “A little mercenary,” Heyes decided and looking back realized the men had disappeared.  A cold chill washed over him as he remembered Kid was out there alone, but he had gone east, hadn’t he?

 

          A shadow of doubt hanging over him now he said his good nights and headed for his room.  Jed is probably half way to Nevada by now he told himself, but couldn’t shake the apprehension dogging him as he returned to his room and tried to find sleep.

 

         

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          Little Jed Curry knew he should head back.  The sun was getting higher and his grandfather would be mad if he woke up and found him gone, not to mention how annoyed Hannibal would be.

 

          But it was all so wondrous!  And then he spotted it. A wreck on the rocks, straight out of some story his grandfather would tell!

 

          The water was all around it now and rising and he knew the rocks and it would be covered soon.  There he assured himself; if I had stayed back in the room I would have missed it.

 

          “JED!”

 

          The little boy looked up startled as if caught at something dreadful and realized his cousin’s voice had come from the wrecked ship.

 

          “Han!  What are you doing there?”

 

          “Jed come quick I need your help!  A man!  He’s hurt and I can’t free him!”

 

          Taking a deep breath Jedediah didn’t hesitate plunging into the salty waves and fighting his way to the rocks where his cousin’s hand to pull him up was waiting.

 

          The deck of the small craft was tilted with a terrible gash in the middle wedging it to the rocks.  Along side it there was another smaller hole and it was then he saw the man with Han and that the sailor’s foot was lodged into the hole.

 

          “He’s hurt bad Jed and I can’t get his leg free!” Han said nearly on the point of tears.  “I was gonna get help, but the water is rising so fast I’m afraid to leave him.”

 

          The words all tumbled out from the terrified little boy who had the man’s head in his lap to keep it from the water.

 

          Jed swallowed trying to think.  He was scared, but very proud of his cousin.  Han had saved this man’s life!  He had the best partner in the whole world.

 

          “My knife!” Jed said suddenly.  “Han!  I can use my knife!”

 

          Hannibal rallied at this new hope.  “Hurry Jed we ain’t got much time those waves are real ornery!”

 

          Jed nodded and pulling out his knife began chopping away furiously at the wood holding the man trapped.

 

          “Try pulling!”

 

          “Still stuck!”  Han groaned.

 

          “I gotta go under and push from there,” Jed said thinking the problem out with his usual practical nature.

 

          Hannibal glanced over at the hole in the deck his friend was eyeing.  “No Jed it’s all under water!”

 

          “I can do it Han!  You said yourself no one can hold their breath as long as me!”

 

          And before he could stop him Jed dived through the hole of the boat and was gone.

 

 

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          Kid woke up and blinked at the bright sunlight and for a moment wondered where Heyes was.

 

          Sitting up he remembered and with great certainty got to his feet.  He would have breakfast and then go find his partner and he didn’t care what Heyes thought about it.  They were partners damn it and it was just too lonely without him wearing on a body talking.

 

          “Breakfast senor?”

 

          He stopped and realized the woman from the day before was calling him in the café.

 

          “Ah no thank you ma’am I really need to be…”

 

          “On the house senor,” she told him firmly.

 

          He looked at her surprised wondering where this suddenly good will had come from.

 

          “You help Abilio last night,” she said in answer to the question on his face.

 

          He looked down as a little familiar face popped out and he realized it was the child from last night.

 

          “Obrigado, thank you for helping poppy,” the child said smiling brightly.

 

          “This is his daughter Diamantina,” the woman said.  “Come you dishonor us by not letting me thank you for helping my brother and her father.”

 

          Kid nodded unable to resist the smell and realizing a free meal would put him in a far better mood to hunt Heyes down and talk some sense into him.

 

          “Thank you I would be much obliged ma’am,” Kid said taking a seat and suddenly finding the table filled with food.

 

          “Real good ma’am,” he said attacking the rice and fish concoction.  “What is it?”

 

          “Arroz de Polve,” the woman answered and then added on his confused look.  “Octopus and rice.”

 

          Kid stopped chewing and nodded.  “Could I have some more of that bread?”

 

          Finishing he looked up and was surprised to find a group of the fishermen waiting for him politely off to the side.

 

          “Senor we have a proposition for you,” one said stepping forward.  “We wish to hire you.”

 

          Kid looked up poker faced and sat back knowing he wasn’t going to like this.

 

          “Hire me for what I’m no fisherman.”

 

          “We need a man who can handle men not fish senor,” another spoke.  “There is a gang of men, they take men, boys from the village when the ships do not have a full crew.  We wish to hire you to keep them away.”

 

          “What makes you think I’d be interested in that kind of work?” Kid said quietly.

 

          “We see how you carry your gone, you chase off those that would take Abilio,” the oldest man said.

 

          “Thanks, but I’m not interested,” Kid said getting up and tossing down a few coins for breakfast having realized it was no longer free.

 

          “We can pay you,” one man said desperate.

 

          “Mister I don’t need money that bad,” Kid said and walking out the door mounted his horse and headed for Monterey.

 

                            

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          Heyes awoke early unable to keep the dark possibilities out of his head and dressing headed for the mercantile to purchase supplies.  Monterey was a nice town, might come back some day, but suddenly he had an urge to go east that would not be satisfied until he mounted up.

 

          Walking quickly through the large store he set the supplies he needed down on the counter relieved he had the money to purchase enough to last even two people on the odd chance he might run into anyone.

 

          And then he saw it and a small smile broke across his face.  It was the same, exactly.

 

          “I’ll take that one there,” he added and then turned as Nado hurried up to him.

 

          “Mr. Smith!  I work on plans!  You come be my guest, we talk!”

 

          “I’m afraid I can’t Nado I have to catch up with my partner.”

 

          “He smart like you?  I hire him too!  I need man like you and him.  I try to find man that shoot fast and scare McKenzie, but no can find.”

 

          Heyes straightened, “Man who shoots fast?”

 

          “Stranger, save fisherman down at Portuguese pier, much talk, he hero.”

 

          Heyes broke into a grin, only one man would single handedly take on a conscript gang and win!

 

          Laughing the grabbed the Japanese merchant by the shoulders, “Nado I need to find this man where did this happen?”

 

          “You no find now.  Shang hai men very angry they go after him, he go to sea now!  Wait!  Wait!  Where you go!?”

 

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          Kid got lucky on his first try.  He knew his partner well enough to guess what hotel he would choose and after a small persuasive conversation with the desk clerk he was told what room he was in.

 

          Entering the room by his own means he was relieved to see Heyes was still there or his things were.  Turning he found a small Japanese man standing watching him in the doorway carrying several brown paper packages.

 

          “Why you in Mr. Smith room?  He my friend you no steal his stuff!” Nado said loyally and then stopped as he realized how fast Kid’s gun had reached his hand upon realizing he was there.

 

          “What’s wrong Nado?” Stevenson said coming out of his room to see his friend there.

 

          “This man in Mr. Smith’s room!  He go to find partner I bring his things!” Nado gulped eying Kid’s gun..  “I thought Mr. Smith fast!”

 

          “Mr. Smith went to find his partner?” Kid said breaking into a grin, the gloom of the last few days vanishing.

 

          “He draw gun faster than hand move!” Nado told his friend amazed. “Hey you must be man stop shang hai men!  Mr. Smith go look for you he worry!”

 

          “Heyes went after that gang?” Kid groaned.

 

          “No, no Heyes, Mr. Smith,” Nado said slowly so he would understand.

 

          “Where?”

         

          “Sir if your friend is in trouble you can’t go alone these men…” Stevenson tried.

 

          “WHERE!” Kid roared.

 

          “Rumor has it they keep the men down by the light house,” Stevenson said.  “But at least…” 

 

          Kid never heard the end of it.

 

          “He dead meat,” Nado sighed.  “So sad, they make good partners.”

 

          “Nado how many men do you have working for you right now?”

 

          “Twelve,” he said proudly.

 

          “The fishing fleet should be getting in about now shouldn’t it?”

         

          “Yes but…”

 

          “Go get your men!”

 

 

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          It didn’t take Heyes long to ascertain where the conscript gang were holding their prisoners.  In fact truth be told they were a sloppy bunch clearly believing no one in the area had the courage to challenge them.

 

          Heyes got past the first sentry with a right hook and stealthily moved up on the make shift stone building tucked into the cliffs along the water edge.

 

          Two bored sentries stood watching and Heyes knew come night fall the men inside would be dragged aboard the waiting ship most likely never to be seen again.

 

          Fortunately while the cliffs gave the hide out cover from the road it also offered an excellent location to surprise anyone watching it as the two men found out when the first rock knocked one off his feet.

 

          “The door open it,” Heyes told the remaining man.

 

          “I don’t have the key.”

 

          “Then I’ll use your head to knock it down,” Heyes said pleasantly.

 

          “Seriously mister I ain’t got it!”

 

          Heyes growled disgusted unfortunately believing the man and spying shackles by the door trussed him up and left him behind with his friends.

 

          This done he turned his attention to the lock as the sea air brought a memory of another desperate escape back to his memory.

 

 

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          Han felt tears welling up in his eyes.  Jed had been down there too long.  He was dead!  He couldn’t stay down there that long not with the waves battering the ship like they were!

 

          “Jed Curry you be alive you hear me!” he yelled at the top of his voice in desperation.

 

          If in answer a little curly blond head popped up from the opening.

 

          “Try pulling now Han! I think I cut what was holding him away, I’ll push!”

 

          Before Hannibal could reply his cousin was gone again and with no choice Hannibal pulled with all his might.

 

          From below Jedediah felt like his lungs were going to burst.  The sea water stung his eyes and he was being pushed away from the hole with every new wave.

 

          Suddenly he felt the man’s foot shift and without thinking he dropped his knife and with both hands pushed as hard as he could. 

 

And to his delight the foot disappeared up through the opening!

 

          Relieved he turned back for his escape hole only to have the ship suddenly lurch at the change in weight and felt himself being pushed further down into the ship.

 

          Desperate for air he struggled to reach the hole, but he was just too small.

 

          And then suddenly Han was there.  He had dived in after him and grabbing his hand he began pulling them both up towards the hole.  Together they were enough weight to push their way forward until finally they both broke through gasping for air.

 

          “Hurry,” Han said shivering despite the sunshine and shoving his cousin up onto the now precariously tilted deck.

 

          “What about him?”  Jed asked.

 

          “We’ll pull him it ain’t far now that he‘s free,” Han said pushing the man overboard and together the three struggled onto the shore where they washed up and fell exhausted onto the warm sand.

 

          “Han?”

         

          “Yea?” his cousin said out of breath.

 

          “I think the river is easier.”

         

          “Yea I think so too.”

 

          “Jedediah!  Hannibal!”

 

          They turned to see their grandfather and a group of people running towards them.

 

          “Boy are we in it,” Jedediah said, but strangely was smiling because it felt just like old times.

 

          “Yep whooping for sure,” Han sighed, but grinned back.

 

          “I lost my knife,” Jedediah suddenly remembered.

 

          “Aw I’m sorry Jed it was a swell knife.”

 

          “Guess I wasn’t old enough for one after all,” Jedediah sighed.

 

          “Course you were,” Han disagreed.  “I wouldn’t be partner with no body who weren’t old enough for a knife.”

 

          This confirmation made his cousin burst into a grin sunnier than the sky above them.

 

          And then steeling themselves they waited for the grown ups.

 

          In the end there was no punishment as long as they both promised never to tell their parents the story, which their grandfather said was a shame because it really was the grandest of tales.

 

 

 

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          Heyes opened to door cautiously knowing that if his partner was one of the men being held and he was able he would having something planned.

 

          But no response greeted the light that poured in and checking closer he found the room filled with men crouching in fear against the wall just barely conscious.

 

          “Jed?  Kid?” Heyes called anxiously scanning each face until finally exhaling. “Come on your free,” he told the frightened men unable to keep the relief out of his voice that his partner wasn’t one of them.

 

          “Free?” one of the men said suspicious.

         

          “Yes, but if you don’t hurry I’m gonna leave you!” Heyes said and suddenly ducked back in as a bullet chipped the door frame.

 

          “Kid how do you manage to get me in trouble even when you aren’t here!” he groaned.

 

                            

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          Kid Curry reached the bluffs in time to hear the first shot.  Throwing caution to the wind he leapt off his horse and slid part way down the cliff gun firing as he went.

 

          The four men crouched in the rocks firing on his partner were completely taken by surprise and suddenly weren’t sure who to turn their attention on.

 

          Kid managed to wing one and moved closer.  Realizing this fight was not going their way the remaining men ran for their horses only to have Heyes clip another and send him cursing off his ride.

 

          Slowly Heyes stepped out of the shelter of the building and smiled pleasantly as his partner picking up the guns of the two fallen men.

 

          “Afternoon Mr. Jones!”  Heyes greeted.

 

          “Mr. Smith,” Kid said poker faced as behind him an army of men caught up with the two fleeing gang members and dragging them from their horses made short work of them.

 

          “I sure hope they are on our side, Heyes frowned.

 

          “Cavalry,” Kid replied as Heyes broke into a grin recognizing Nado and Stevenson leading the farm workers and fishermen.

 

          Turning back to the make shift prison they helped the men out into the sunlight most still under the effects of the drugs they had been given.

 

          “And to think Nado we thought they might need help!” Stevenson said hurrying up as the group embraced the captives clearly friends and acquaintances.

 

          “They no need help,” Nado said shaking head.  “They partners.”

 

 

                                      ***********************

 

          And hour later the two ex-outlaws sat on the rocks outside of the café nursing beers and enjoying the last of the day’s sun.

 

          It was the first chance they had gotten to talk after being hailed has heroes and herded back to the pier for celebration that was just getting into full swing.

 

          “Food sure smells good,” Heyes said to break the quiet.

 

          “Try the Arroz de Polva, you’ll love it,” Kid suggested innocently.

 

          Heyes frowned as it got quiet between them again.  Some things needed settling and it looked like as usual he was going to have to do it. “Look I didn’t mean to suggest you were green enough to get yourself took by that bunch I just figured they might have ganged up on you after you helped that fisherman and…”

 

          “I know,” Kid said.

 

          “I mean you can manage just fine by yourself so can I,” Heyes went on.

 

          “Yea I figured that out,” Kid agreed causing his partner too look up worried.

 

          “You figured what out?” Heyes said starting to get angry.

 

          “That we manage by ourselves cause even when were by ourselves were together.”

 

          “What does that mean?” Heyes said exasperated.

 

          “Something Grandpa Curry told us once don’t you remember?”  Kid sighed.  “It means Heyes I was an idiot to just ride off like that and even though I did I knew you would be there if I needed you to be, like you always have been.”

 

          Heyes smiled pleased, “Oh.”

 

          They sat for a moment longer at let a pretty girl refill their glasses and both returned the smile she gave them.

 

          “So I was thinking maybe we should go back to riding together,” Heyes said simply.

 

          “Didn’t know we stopped,” Kid replied.

 

          Heyes nodded liking that.  “Oh I got you a present.”  And reaching in his pocket he pulled out a slender object wrapped in brown paper.

 

          Kid gave him a confused look, but set down his glass and then a little too eagerly to be nonchalant opened it and grinned.

 

          “My knife!”

 

          “Genuine Bowie,” Heyes said proudly.

 

          “What was I seven when I lost this on that wreck?”

 

          “Six.”

 

          “That was the first time we ever saw an ocean,” Kid said shaking his head clearly touched by the gift.

 

          “So you get me anything?” Heyes asked drying to look serious, but the smile still escaped..

 

          “No sorry Heyes I didn’t,” Kid said dryly.

 

          “Ya know Kid I’ve been thinking,” Heyes said as another pretty girl walked by and smiled at them both.  “Nado says folks around here are real grateful and wouldn’t mind us sticking around for a bit.  Offered us free room and board and we wouldn’t have to worry about a meal.”

 

          “Probably take the bounty hunters at least a couple of weeks to get wind of this and get here,” Kid agreed.  “Sure would be a nice spot to rest up.”

 

          The two looked at each other and grinned.

         

          “You come! Much food in your honor!” Nado said hurrying up and pulling them both to their feet.  “Later we talk about partners!”

 

          “What is that all about?” Kid laughed as they began walking towards the café and the celebration being set up.

 

          “Just gave him an idea and he wants my help with it,” Heyes said with a shrug.  “Thought I might make a good partner.”

 

          “And?” Kid said stopping and waiting.

 

          Heyes looked back, “And I told him no thanks.  I all ready had the best.”

 

         

Historical Note:  Immigrant Japanese businessman Otosaburo Nado created Monterey’s famous Cannery Row made famous by the John Steinbeck novel.  In 1902 he finally found his partner in Harry Malpas and the Monterey Fishing and Canning Company was born to capitalize on the abalone and salmon fishing.

 

Robert Louis Stevenson was indeed in Monterey during this time courting Fanny Osbourne a married woman he had met in France and fallen in love with.  Fanny had been in Europe recovering from the death of child when she met Stevenson who followed her all the way to America to proclaim his devotion. She eventually divorced her husband and married Stevenson and was with him until he died at the young age of 44 on the Island of Samoa.

 

Despite his short life Stevenson went on to write many beloved classics including Treasure Island, Kidnapped and The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde.