“Three of a kind,” Red said as he placed his cards on the table to show a king and the three of clubs along with his trio of eights. Grinning from ear to ear, he reached out to scoop in the pot that had accumulated in the middle of the table. Although there was less than ten dollars there, the man who grabbed hold of Red’s wrist did so as if he were protecting a fortune in gold.
“No so fast, boy,” the protective fellow said. He had a long face and an even longer mustache that hung over his mouth and drooped almost an inch below his chin. Although his clothes were more expensive than what could be found on the other players at the table, they were just as rumpled as everyone else’s. Anyone who’d been inside Stormy’s for any time at all tended to get more than a little rumpled.
“Think you can beat my hand, Collin?” Red asked. “You’ll have to prove it.”
Keeping Red’s hand pinned to the table, Collin fanned his cards to show them all. “Straight to the nine.”
“You took my other eight!”
Before Red could get too riled up, the woman in his lap rubbed his chest until she could slip her hand beneath his shirt. “Simmer down, sweetie,” Rose purred. “Straight beats three of a kind.”
“I guess,” Red groaned as if he was conceding the point just to be polite. “Go on and take your money. I’ll just win it back anyway.”
“That’s the spirit,” Carlo said as he wound his way through the parlor that took up a good portion of Stormy’s lower floor. “There’s always more where that came from, right?”
Carlo might have just arrived, but he already had two young women hanging on him to compete for his attention. “That’s more than I can say,” he added with a grin to both girls. “I’m flat broke.”
Hearing that, the women bade their farewells to him and cast their lines into another pond.
“What’re you doing here?” Red asked. “If you want to be dealt in, you’ll have to come up with something to use for an ante.”
“You just learn about that?” Carlo said.
“I know plenty about poker!”
“Guess you just don’t know much about the men you’re playing against. This one here,” Carlo said while pointing at the man who’d just won with a straight, “will fleece you faster than a sheep.”
“You callin’ me a cheater?” that man asked.
“Nope. Just giving my friend fair warning.”
“I don’t got to be insulted like that,” the man said. “There’s plenty of friendlier games around here.”
“Hey!” Red snapped. “You chased him away before I could get my money back.”
“That money’s gone,” Carlo told him. “Make peace with it.”
Rose’s arm had been draped around the back of Red’s neck and shoulders for most of the afternoon. It was early evening and she had yet to move from her spot. Not that Red was about to discourage her. “Don’t fret about it,” she cooed into his ear. “I can think of some friendlier games as well.”
Red turned so his face was brushing against hers. “I like the sound of that.”
“Before you two get preoccupied,” Carlo interrupted, “tell me where I can find Luke.”
“What do you want him for?” Red asked without taking his eyes away from the woman in his lap.
“It’s about that bit of business we were talking about. Do you recall or has all the blood rushed out of your head?”
“I recall.”
“Then tell me where to find him.” Since he wasn’t getting an answer and it looked as if he wasn’t going to get one anytime soon, Carlo snapped his fingers less than an inch from the younger man’s face.
When Red turned away from Rose’s eyes, he found Carlo as well as the remaining players glaring back at him.
“You wanna tell him what he needs to know?” asked a ranch hand who’d come into town to spend his pay at the table and on the busty brunette who stood behind him. “I wanna get back to the game!”
Suddenly Red was interested only in grabbing the cards, shuffling them, and dealing them out. “He’s with Emma. I don’t know where.”
“Upstairs,” Rose said. “Second room on the right. Be sure to knock first. They’re probably busy.”
“Yeah,” Carlo said. “I gathered as much.” Before he took two steps away from the table, the cards were being dealt and bets were being made. The whole place was coming to life and it wasn’t even suppertime. Carlo figured if he had even a portion of what Stormy would rake in that night, he wouldn’t be in so much trouble.
Carlo hadn’t been inside Stormy’s very often, but it struck him as similar to plenty of other similar places in plenty of other towns. He followed the directions he’d been given and knocked on the door he’d been told about. It was so quiet inside that room that Carlo thought he might have the wrong one. Just as he was about to knock again, however, the door was opened a crack.
He couldn’t see much more than a sliver of blond hair and smooth skin of the young lady who answered. “I’m busy,” she said.
“Not here to see you. Is there someone in there by the name of Luke?”
“Yes.”
“I need to speak to him.”
“Wait here,” she said before closing the door and locking it.
A few seconds later, the door opened again. This time, Carlo could see the sliver of a different face through the crack. The door opened wider and Luke stood there wearing only his pants with suspenders dangling from the waist. He carried a gun in one hand and made sure Carlo could see it. “What do you want?” he asked.
“I’d like to have a word with you . . . regarding what we talked about before.”
“Yeah?”
“Should I say everything out here in this hall or can I come in?”
Luke looked over his shoulder before stepping aside. Emma was still pulling on a wool wrap as she padded from the room on small, bare feet. “You two have your talk,” she said. “I’ll fix something to eat.”
“This place serves food?” Carlo asked.
Holding the door open, Luke said, “Come in and speak your piece.”
Carlo stepped inside and took a deep breath. The room smelled like a woman’s skin. Not the scent one might expect in a cathouse, but the true scent of warmth, comfort, and peace. “She’s not like the others, is she?”
“No,” Luke said as he walked over to the bed and sat upon its edge. The old Colt rested on his knee, pointing in Carlo’s direction.
Nodding toward the pistol, Carlo asked, “What’s with the gun? You’re the one who wanted me to ride with you to Wichita. Now you want to shoot me? It’s not as if I have anything to steal.”
“No, but I do. And since you know as much, maybe you came here to take what I’ve got so you can pay the debts you owe.”
Laughing to himself, Carlo made his way over to a chair and sat down. “I actually hadn’t thought of that. Not a bad idea.”
“Actually it’s a terrible idea,” Luke said while thumbing back the Colt’s hammer. “For you.”
“Settle down, kid. I’m not here to steal anything. I don’t even know where your money is at or even if you truly have any money for that matter.”
“Of course I do. I told you so, didn’t I?”
“Sure,” Carlo replied, “but since we’re tossing suspicions back and forth, I could have a few of my own. Maybe you’re looking to fast-talk someone into coming with you to act as cannon fodder against Captain Granger. Or maybe you mean to hand me over to him for some sort of reward.”
Luke’s eyebrows went up. “Reward? Now, there’s something I hadn’t thought about.”
“Because you’re not stupid.”
“So what brings you here?”
“I still need that money.”
“I heard there was some sort of commotion over at the Eastern Trading Company,” Luke said. “Was that you?”
“Yeah. That sniveling shopkeeper didn’t have my money. I didn’t really expect all of it or even most of it, but there wasn’t even enough for me to get anything from Granger apart from a belly laugh and a bullet through the skull if I were to present it to him.”
“So now you want to ride with us?”
“I don’t have any choice. And don’t look so offended,” Carlo added. “This is a business arrangement. You not being my first choice is nothing to get bent out of shape about.”
“I’m not bent out of shape. I’m thinking.”
“There’s not much to think about. You made an offer and I’m here to take you up on it. What else is there?”
“Why didn’t you come over here sooner?” Luke asked. “That commotion at the Trading Company was earlier this morning.”
“If you need to know, I saddled up my horse and started riding on my own. I turned back around and headed here because I didn’t have money or anything else. It was just pride that made me want to make the ride alone. Also, I knew you’d still be headed to Wichita as well. Didn’t make sense to pass on that offer of yours for no good reason.”
“You don’t like taking payment from a kid,” Luke pointed out.
“I don’t like taking payment from much of anyone. Truth be told, you’re also right. A man with any sort of pride shouldn’t be quick to take money from someone as young as you. Now, if you still want to make the ride to Wichita together, say so. If you’ve changed your mind, then say that. Just don’t try to make me crawl for the payment you’re offering, because you’ll need my help a lot more than I need yours. There’s other ways for me to get my hands on money.”
“And there are other gunmen for hire,” Luke replied.
“All right,” Carlo said as he stood up. “If that’s the way it is, I guess I misjudged you. Riding to Wichita with a couple moody kids will only get the three of us killed.”
“The offer still stands.”
Having made it halfway to the door, Carlo stopped and turned around. “The deal is . . . we’re partners. All three of us.”
“I’m the one putting up the money,” Luke said.
“But you’re not buying me. We work together, and when lead starts to fly, you take orders from me. I can see that makes you bristle, but that’s just the way it is. You want me along for my experience with a gun? You’ll have to let me put that experience to good use. Questioning me not only makes you look like a kid, but it wastes time and puts us at a disadvantage.”
“All right. We’ll be partners.”
“First things first. Partners don’t point guns at each other for no good reason.”
Luke put the Colt in his lap where it was no longer pointed at Carlo.
“Second,” Carlo said, “I need to see the money.”
“I’ve got it. Don’t you worry about that.”
Carlo shook his head. “That ain’t good enough. If you were in my position, you’d say the same thing.”
Luke’s eyes darted more than once toward the bed. That was all Carlo needed to see to figure that if the money was anywhere at all, it would be tucked under the mattress or the bed itself. Even so, he stayed put and let the younger man arrive at his own conclusion.
“I can prove I’ve got the money,” Luke said before too much longer. “Come back in a few minutes.”
“I’ve wasted enough time. Just get it now. I’m sure you wouldn’t let it too far out of your sight.” Seeing the hesitance in Luke’s eyes, Carlo added, “If we’re going to be trusting each other with our lives, this is hardly anything.”
“We haven’t earned that kind of trust yet.”
“True, but if we’ll be riding together, that money will be with us anyway. If I aimed to steal it, I could do that at any time.”
“And I can gun you down at any time.”
“Yep. So let’s cut through all the dancing around and get to business. There’re better ways for a man to spend his time in this place than talking.”
For the first time, Luke grinned at Carlo. “You’ve got that right.” He stood up and carried the Colt with him to the bed. Reaching down while holding the gun at hip level, he dragged a dusty valise from under the bed and got back to his feet. “Here,” he said while tossing the bag across the room. “See it for yourself.”
Carlo was almost surprised enough to let the bag hit him in the chest and drop to the floor. Managing to wrap one arm around it before it fell, he took it by the handle and opened it. Inside, there was more money than he’d ever seen in one place. “I’ve got to admit, this is a whole lot more than I thought. Where’d you come by this much cash?”
“Doesn’t matter.”
“Oh, I disagree. If this came from where I think it came from, then it matters a whole lot.”
“Where do you think it came from?” Luke asked.
“Was your family wealthy?”
“No.”
“Then I think this is the money Emory Scott was after,” Carlo said. “Granger liked sending him out to make collections because he never came back empty-handed. From what you told me before about what happened with your family, I’d say your stepfather was sitting on a whole mess of money. And this,” he said while angling the valise so Luke could see its contents, “is what I call a mess of money.”
Luke weighed his options in a short amount of time. “You’re right,” he said. “That’s the money Scott was after. Does that change things?”
“Depends on how much is in here. Have you counted it?”
“No,” Luke said. “I’ve just been taking from it as we need it. Considering where it came from . . .”
“I understand. Considering what this money did to your kin, I wouldn’t want to get my hands dirty with it if I was in your place. I still need to know if there’s enough to cover my debt. Looks like it to me, but let’s make sure.” Carlo turned the bag over and dumped the money onto the bed. It formed a pile on the rumpled blanket before spilling onto the floor.
Luke stood there with his mouth agape. Finally he whispered, “I knew it was a lot of money, but. . . .that’s a lot of money!”
“Yes, it is.”
Carlo was able to count out the money he needed to settle his debt and there was still some left over. He didn’t bother counting the remainder, but his three thousand wasn’t even half of it. Looking down at all of that cash, he shook his head and started to laugh.
“What’s so funny?” Luke asked.
“Between the money I owe and what you kept from getting to him, Captain Granger’s pockets are mighty light. I’ve never known him to be a forgiving man, but he must be spitting nails right about now. You sure you want to cross paths with him now?”
“The sooner, the better. He’s got a lot to answer for.”
“It might not be a bad idea to wait a spell,” Carlo suggested. “I wouldn’t ask you to forget about what happened to your family, but men like Granger value their money more than they do anyone’s life. Taking this much away from him is like walking up and kicking him right in the . . . well . . . where it hurts a man the most.”
“Yeah, well, I feel real bad about that,” Luke sneered.
“If the three of us were experienced gunmen, I might say we could put something together to give us the element of surprise. A man in Granger’s spot doesn’t exactly fear much from a few solitary souls like us. From what I’ve seen of you and Red . . . it might serve you well to get some more experience under your belts and let this particular storm pass.”
“This is how it was meant to be.”
Finally taking his eyes away from the pile of money on the bed, Carlo said, “You’ve got a peculiar notion of destiny, kid.”
“Destiny? Seems more like luck to me. Me and Red on our way to Wichita and we find you, who needs to go that way too. Pretty lucky that both of us have business with Captain Granger.”
“I wouldn’t say that much,” Carlo told him. “Granger’s got his hand in all the dirty business in this state as well as a few others. Just about every third or fourth trail leads back to him somehow. What I’m saying is that we might not want to be anywhere near him until he comes to terms with missing so much of his money.”
Luke studied him carefully. “There’s one thing I don’t understand.”
“Just one? You truly are sharper than most.”
“If you want to pay Granger for . . . whatever you were buying from him . . . why do you also want to come along with me and Red? We’re not exactly gonna leave him in any condition to do much of anything for anyone.”
“What I’m getting from Granger is use of certain resources that are at his disposal,” Carlo explained. “If I can get my hands on those resources, I don’t exactly need him. The money is just the grease that will make the wheels turn.”
“Well, there’s what you owe,” Luke said while waving at the stacks that Carlo had separated from the rest. “I suppose it doesn’t matter if you tell me about your business or not. I’m paying you for a job and you’ll be getting something out of it as well. Just tell me one more thing.” Luke tightened his grip on the Colt. “Now that you have your money, why should I believe you’ll come with us all the way to Wichita?”
“Let’s just say my days of having a bunch of gunmen riding along with me are over. Granger moves around too much for me to sit idly by and wait for another chance. If you know where to find him, we need to hit him now. If he’s not in Wichita when we get there, I’ll be on my way. If he is, you and your friend are the best partners I’m likely to cobble together under the circumstances. You want some advice where that partner is concerned? Keep a close eye on your money. I’m not the one you should be worried about where spending it is concerned.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“I suppose Red just now decided to take up playing poker? I sure hope so because he ain’t very good at it.”
Luke shrugged. “At least he’s learning a trade.”
“Poker’s a trade? Blacksmithing is a trade. Being a tailor . . . that’s a trade too. Poker is tossing your money away, hoping your luck holds, and being able to lie when it doesn’t. And that’s the good days when you don’t need to shoot or stab some drunk accusing you of being a cheat.”
“Sounds better than being a tailor.”
Carlo started putting the money back into the bag. “Guess you might as well live it up. We all should, I suppose. Since we’re riding to spit in the face of a man like Captain Granger and using his money to pay for everything along the way, we shouldn’t count on having many days left to enjoy.”
“You think we have a chance of pulling this off?” Luke asked.
“By my calculations, I should’ve been dead a few times already, so what do I know? Between all three of us, we may have just enough crazy to get the job done.”