CHAPTER 32

The horses raced along the packed dirt road, throwing up clouds of dust. Ethan knew trying to persuade Trudy to go back to town was useless, so he headed straight for the Martin ranch.

About halfway there, they met Cyrus on his big red roan. The horse trotted along slowly with his head drooping and his sides streaked with sweat. Cyrus sat loose in the saddle, his face a study in displeasure.

He pulled the roan in when he reached them.

Ethan eyed him and decided to skip the small talk. “Did you find Isabel?”

“Kenton’s got her.” Cyrus’s mouth twisted.

“It’s time you told me everything, Mr. Fennel.”

“That’s what you think.”

“No, it’s the truth.” Ethan pressed his leg against Scout’s side to urge him closer to the roan. “Cyrus, I dug up your stash behind the barn. I saw the wanted poster.”

“You what?” Cyrus’s gray eyes lowered like thunderclouds. “Who gave you permission to snoop on my property?”

“Just calm down.” Ethan sat back and rested both hands on his saddle horn. “Your daughter told me last night about you digging a hole out there. As soon as you got that note this morning and hightailed out of town, I rounded up a couple of friends and rode to your ranch. You weren’t there, and neither was Isabel. I figured you’d come out here to see Smith, and I also figured it was time for some answers. Time you told the truth and let somebody help you.”

“There’s nothing you can do.”

“How do you know?” Ethan held his gaze until Cyrus looked away and gathered his reins. “Let me pass, Chapman.”

Ethan leaned over and took hold of the near rein. “Mr. Fennel, if you don’t cooperate, I’ll have to lock you up.”

“Lock me up? That’s ridiculous!”

“Is it?” Ethan tried to muster the look he’d given the cowboy, Sandy, at the Spur & Saddle on the fateful night he and Hiram had stopped the brawl. Hiram had told him later he’d looked as fierce as a general with a brigade at his back. He needed that authority now. “Let me tell you something, mister. Everyone knows you’ve gone all over town trying to raise cash. You offered to sell Hiram some land. Charles Walker told me a few days ago you’d gone to him with the same offer, and Augie Moore told me—”

“All right.” Cyrus let out a big sigh. “All right. I do need money. It’s for my daughter’s life. Do you understand? I have twelve hours to raise it.”

“How much?”

“Fifteen thousand.”

Ethan inhaled slowly and tried not to show his shock. “Suppose you start at the beginning and tell us what’s going on.”

“I don’t have time.”

“Make time.”

Cyrus glared at him, but Ethan didn’t budge. Trudy had sense enough to keep quiet, though her horse fidgeted.

Hiram’s silence was usually a given, but now he nudged his bay gelding forward. “Cyrus, we’re your neighbors. If you’ve got trouble, let us do something to help.”

“All right,” Cyrus said at last. “You can’t help, but you want the truth. Here it is: Isabel’s mother was really Abigail Kenton.”

“I thought her maiden name was Smith,” Ethan said.

“It was. She married John Kenton. When he came to my house a few weeks ago, I called him Kenton. He insisted I tell Isabel he was her uncle, so I renamed him Kenton Smith on the spot. He was my Mary’s first husband.”

Ethan swallowed hard as the implications hit him. “So, was she Mary, or was she Abigail?”

Cyrus sagged in the saddle. “Her real name was Abigail. Abigail Smith, until she married Kenton. She got involved with him, but he was bad news. I was in love with Abigail, but she had an eye for the dark, dangerous type. She jilted me and married John Kenton. I learned afterward that he was a criminal. But when I went to Abigail about it, she got angry at me. Didn’t want to hear anything against her husband.” A tear seeped from the corner of Cyrus’s eye and rolled down his cheek.

“What changed things?” Ethan asked softly.

“I went away. Didn’t see her for several years. When I came back, she and Kenton were both wanted for armed robbery. I couldn’t believe it, but I managed to see her alone one night. She told me he’d forced her to help him carry out several thefts. She’d stuck with him because she was afraid to leave him. I … tried to talk her into leaving him, but she refused. Said she’d chosen her course.” Cyrus wiped his eyes with his sleeve. “Then John was captured and thrown in prison. I went to her and helped her escape the authorities. I guess that makes me a criminal, too.”

Ethan said nothing. The words hung heavy in the air. Only the wind and the horses’ movements rooted him in the present as he imagined Cyrus on the run with a young outlaw woman. The Mrs. Fennel he’d known had been quiet and … well, nice. Almost genteel, as far as miners’ wives went. He considered whether Cyrus might have made up the story.

“We got away.” Fennel’s flat voice grated on Ethan’s ears. “She agreed to go west with me because she knew the alternative would mean prison. Maybe hanging. We took a strongbox full of gold they’d accumulated. Loot from their robberies. And to keep people from recognizing her, she traveled as my wife. I called her Mary. Mary Fennel.” He sighed. “Those first few weeks, I was happy, strange as that may seem. I had the woman I loved with me, even though she wasn’t really my wife. Everyone thought she was.” Cyrus glanced at Hiram and back to Ethan. “I treated her like royalty. Showed her that I would give her a better life than Kenton had. I wanted to make sure she didn’t regret going with me.”

“So … you just ran off together.”

Cyrus sat taller in the saddle and glared at Ethan. “Even though she was wanted by the law and we had to live a lie, I was happy, you hear me?”

Ethan winced. “Yes sir. And that was a long time ago. More’n thirty years, I reckon.”

“Yes.” Cyrus held his reins loosely, and the big gelding put his head down, sniffing for grass. “Then everything changed.”

“How’s that?” Ethan asked.

“Mary told me she was pregnant.”

Ethan didn’t dare look at Trudy and Hiram, but his face heated up. Folks just didn’t talk about those things in front of ladies. “You mean …”

“I mean she was expecting Kenton’s child.” Cyrus looked out toward the mountains, blinking rapidly. “I told her everything was all right. That the baby would be mine, no matter what. We stopped in St. Louis for three months, and she gave birth to Isabel there. We put my name on the birth certificate. Later we moved on to Nebraska, and I farmed for a while, but we lived hand to mouth. Didn’t want to use up all the gold she’d brought, but we had to use some of it. I wanted to give Mary a better life. Her and my daughter. But we were always going behind and having to dip into that stash. After a few years, I heard about the gold strikes up here in Idaho territory. We sold the farm. I came up here ahead of Mary and Isabel and started mining.”

Trudy moved Crinkles up beside Ethan and Scout. “Mr. Fennel, does Isabel know that you’re not her real father?”

Cyrus jerked his head toward her. “I am her father. Legally, no one can prove otherwise. I’ve always considered her my daughter and treated her as such.”

“So … she doesn’t know.”

After a long moment of silence, Cyrus shook his head. “I know we were wrong to lie to her, but at the time, I couldn’t think of another way to save Abigail. We made the story become the truth. Abigail was Mary, my wife. Isabel was my child.”

Trudy looked at Ethan, but he didn’t know what to say. He didn’t dare to bring up the matter of Cyrus and Mary Fennel not being legally married. That was way beyond where he wanted to go right now.

Trudy cocked her head to one side. “Mr. Fennel, it seems to me that Abigail should have turned herself in.”

“If she’d done that, she would have been imprisoned. I couldn’t bear the thought of her wasting away in jail and giving birth to her baby there.”

“But you didn’t know about Isabel until weeks after you’d run away.”

Cyrus just shook his head. He pulled the roan’s head up. “Can I go now? I have work to do.”

“Is the gold that’s in the buried tin stolen money?” Ethan asked.

“Probably. It’s all we had left. I never asked Abigail for particulars, but we left Waterford with more than thirty thousand dollars. We used a little on the journey. Some went for the farm in Nebraska, more for our living expenses there. We had a couple of bad crops…. But we made out all right when we sold that. We spent most of what we had left here in Idaho, buying land and livestock.”

“I thought you made your fortune mining,” Trudy said.

“Not that much. I did come out ahead, and we lived off what I earned. But I used some of Abigail’s money to buy up land after the boom was over. For Isabel. And … I always hoped we’d have a son. But that didn’t happen, so I built up my holdings for her. When I got the contract for the stagecoach line to Boise and Silver City, we had a few thousand left in the can. I used it to buy livestock and coaches. That five hundred that’s left in there is the last of it. Sort of an emergency stockpile. Cash if I really needed it.”

“But now you need it, and it’s not enough,” Ethan said. “Kenton’s out of prison, and he tracked you down.”

Cyrus’s lips twisted in a grimace. “He didn’t seem to care what had happened to Abigail. He just wanted his share of the gold. I had fifteen hundred in that tin you found at that point. I dug it up after he came that first night and took out a thousand. I gave it to him the next day. I told him that was all I had. It was a lie, but I figured if things turned out badly, I ought not to leave Isabel with nothing. As long as there was a little money in that tin and no one else knew about it, she’d have enough to get away from here—or away from Kenton—if she needed to.”

“Has he got her out to the Martin ranch?” Ethan asked.

Cyrus nodded. “I need to take him the other fourteen thousand by sundown. He’s got half a dozen armed cowboys—’friends’ he connected with in prison. They’re ready to defend the place. He said if I brought you in on this, he’d kill her.”

“What are we going to do?” Trudy asked. Her eyes were gray today, no blue tints of hope.

Ethan considered several options, none of them good. “Go back to town.” She opened her mouth, but he said quickly, “Hear me out. I want you to raise a posse. Get every gun you can to come out to the Martin ranch. Hiram and I will head out there now with Mr. Fennel. We’ll hang back where they can’t see us and wait for more men.” He reached out and touched her chin with his knuckles. “Raise the whole town if you can, sweetheart. But warn them to be cautious. I don’t want anyone barging into trouble. One of us will meet them a mile down the road from the ranch and tell them what we’ve decided to do.”

She nodded slowly. “What about the noon stagecoach?”

Cyrus inhaled sharply. “Perhaps you could ask Griff Bane to meet the coach.”

“We need Griffin out here,” Ethan said.

“Terry Thistle, then. And tell the driver he’ll have to change the team himself. Bane will have the mules waiting in his paddock.”

Trudy nodded. “What if someone wants to buy a ticket?”

Cyrus hesitated. “Tell Mr. Thistle to deal with it. I can’t think about that right now.”

“All right, sir. We’ll handle it.”

Hiram edged Hoss up even with their mounts. “You might ask Libby to bring some extra ammunition, and bring the two boxes on my bedroom shelf.”

“All right.” Trudy looked gravely at him and Ethan then turned Crinkles homeward and put her heels to his sides.