The Decent Thing |
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Chris Larabee sat at the small table and frowned slightly into the glass of whiskey cradled in his long fingers, pondering the strange turns his fate seemed to take these days. One step after another, each with little or no thought behind it, no obvious direction, yet all combining to lead him down the strangest path hed ever walked.And possibly the best one.
First had been what had seemed a pointless overnight stop in a town whose name he hadnt even known at the time. Just one more little wide spot in the road, a place choking in its own dust and drowning in its own blood. Hed stopped simply because hed been too tired to move on, wanting no more than some hot food, decent whiskey, a soft bed. With maybe a soft body in it to ease the ache hed gone far too long without easing. A man of few and simple wants, that was him.
The hell of it was, hed gotten more -- much more -- than hed ever thought he wanted. But that he somehow needed. Even when he hadnt known that need was there.
The first thing hed gotten, of course, was trouble. Hell, wasnt that always the first thing he got? Except this time hed walked into it himself, of his own free will. Hadnt even been his trouble, until hed made it so. And he hadnt even completely decided to make it so, until hed looked across a dusty, chaotic street...
And met a gaze that had pierced him to his soul, that had stripped away every cold, hard layer hed so painstakingly built over his lifeless heart and saw him at once for who he was, who hed been, and who he might be again. For either a moment or an eternity, that gaze had pinned him in place, bringing his whole world, his whole existence, to a complete stop, obliterating everything else about him. He couldnt move, couldnt breathe, couldnt think. Couldnt do a damn thing except hold that gaze with his own and accept that, somehow, a decision had been made, a connection had been made. And without ever once debating the sense or wisdom of what he was doing hed started walking, driven by something he couldnt even name to take his place at the side of the young man whod looked at him, looked into him, and known all there was to know about him in that bare space between one heartbeat and the next.
Like a branch swept helplessly along on the raging current of a river in flood hed been pulled into the vortex of those bottomless eyes and drawn into the street, into trouble that, for once, wasnt his. Until hed chosen to make it so.
Or until that all-seeing gaze had chosen for him.
So, from seeking only food, a bottle and a bed, hed gone on to find a town that would let its only healer be lynched, a woman sick of violence but who would resort to it to stop a murder, and a skinny store clerk who was more beautiful than any man out here had a right to be and who handled a rifle like those Old World painters had a brush.
And hed also found that his heart wasnt nearly as dead as hed thought. Not with two blue eyes making it jump every time they glanced his way. Vin wasnt anything hed ever thought he wanted, but had turned out to be everything he needed. And hed found him when he hadnt even been looking.
But hed found more. Hed found an old friend, his oldest friend, and new ones. And hed found a cause, a purpose. First it had been the Seminoles, then the town. Hed found that some part of him still cared, still cared enough to get angry and fight, and was strong enough to overpower the part of him that was tired and didnt want, couldnt bear, the pain that came with caring. With the others, hed agreed to stay on and protect the town that was fighting for its life. Him, the bad element, a peacekeeper. A protector.
All because hed stopped for the night looking for food, a bottle and a bed. Strange, the places fate led a man, even when he thought hed been watching where he was going.
And now fate had done it again. What hed thought would be a simple ride out of town to assess a possible source of trouble had led him to another unlooked-for encounter.
Lydia.
Hed just come out to ease his own mind. Hed heard about Wickes Town, the tent city financed by local ranchers and stocked with women and drink enough to keep the randiest, thirstiest cowboy more than satisfied. Off hand, he had nothing against such a set-up. Men had needs, and there were damn few women out here to satisfy those needs. A place like Wickes Town might just keep some of the harder cases from seeking their satisfaction in town and causing trouble in the process.
But, with Wickes Town being so close to his town, hed felt an obligation to come out and check the place over for himself. He was fairly certain Wickes would have ways of dealing with trouble, but he wanted to be sure none of those ways, and none of that trouble, posed a threat to Four Corners.
Wasnt like a tent city full of whores attracted men known for their good behavior...
But hed found pretty much what hed expected, and one thing he hadnt -- Lydia. Hed first met her about two years ago, in a saloon... Jesus, he couldnt even remember where; just one more nameless town on the dark trail hed been riding. Shed been there in his bed when hed come to after yet another long drunken binge, and shed helped him through the recovery, treating him more tenderly than hed come to expect from any working girl. But hed discovered Lydia wasnt just any working girl. She had a good mind, and a good heart. She was as tough as her kind of life and line of work could make a woman, yet still she had a lingering tenderness about her, an instinct to protect those about her. Especially the girls who worked with her.
Theyd struck up a sort of friendship. Two scarred survivors of the awful tricks fate can play who knew better than to judge anyone for the choices made in the name of survival. Two people whod lost too much even to dream about gaining again. Two people who recognized the brief time they shared for what it was and knew far better than to look for anything deeper in it. Just two lost souls huddling together in a desperate but temporary effort to keep the endless night at bay.
He hadnt given much thought to her since hed ridden away, had simply assumed that her sharp mind would keep her clear of trouble and might actually allow her to end up better than most sporting women ever did. Like a cat, Lydia could be counted on to land on her feet.
Which was why it had been such a surprise -- hell, a shock -- to see her here, reduced to working in a tent city, when he knew she was better than this. Smarter than this. Worth more than she had to be making here. It just didnt make sense.
Then, in that direct way she had, shed explained how shed fallen yet again. Thered been trouble in the last town where shed worked. One of the girls had knifed a boy whod tried to hurt her. But the boy had been the son of the local preacher, himself a familiar customer, and the good reverend and his wife had launched a crusade to rid their town of the evils of prostitution. Lydia and all the others had been run out of town by an angry mob of decent Christian folk armed with tar and feathers.
Then, with no money, no hope and no choice, shed run into Wickes. Hed given her a small loan to get on her feet again, and offered her a job in his town as a way to work off her debt. By the time she realized what kind of animal he was, it was too late. She was so deeply in debt to him that she knew shed never get free.
So now here they were, two survivors who knew each other, who knew at least some of each others scars. In so many ways, it was just like it had been two years ago. He had a bottle of whiskey before him, a willing woman beside him, a bed in almost any direction he chose to walk...
And he just wasnt interested. Jesus, could fate be any stranger?
He gave a slight, wry smile and shook his head, slanting a glance at Lydia as she refilled his glass. She was still attractive, despite her hard life, with dark auburn hair, warm green eyes, fine features and a body that had lost none of its inviting fullness. Add to that a quick mind, a wicked wit and an almost unholy imagination, and she would make any man a pleasing bed partner.
Unless that man had already found the only bed partner who truly pleased him anymore.
Chris could not help the sigh of longing that escaped him then, could not suppress his sudden impatience to be gone from this place. He didnt want auburn hair, green eyes or a full body. What he wanted was unruly golden-brown curls, eyes like two pieces of the sky, and a lean body hard with muscle. He wanted callused fingers that played over him with both a breathtaking gentleness and a soul-searing roughness, wanted a raspy Texas drawl whispering wild suggestions in his ear, wanted the mouth that could kiss, lick, bite or suck him into near insanity, wanted the thick, hot flesh that filled him in ways hed never dreamed were possible.
Lydia was an attractive woman, all right, but she was no Vin Tanner.
She trailed her fingers lightly down his arm, but the touch failed to ignite him as it once had. He pulled away slightly, never realizing he did so, and reached for his glass, taking another drink and trying not to imagine another set of fingers, long and slender and wondrously skilled, playing against his flesh. As always, though, the effort failed, and he felt again his want, his need, for the man whod become the other half of his soul rising hot and hard within him.
God, what he wouldnt give to be with Vin right now...
The depth and power of his feelings for the quiet tracker still stunned him, almost frightened him. After Sarah had died, he knew hed never love again, knew there was nothing left of him that could love. Hed been broken in so many ways and into so many pieces hed given up hope of ever being made whole again. Until hed met Vin Tanner. Somehow, without words, without effort, the young Texan had slipped inside him and, with little more than a touch here and a smile there, had gathered up all the broken pieces, had found even the ones hed thought hed lost, and put Chris Larabees shattered heart and soul back together. His love was the glue that held them all in place, and it had proved so strong that even when they were apart, like now, Chris still felt Vins presence as surely as he felt his own.
No, there wasnt a damn thing in Wickes Town that could begin to compare with that.
Lydia noticed his distraction, his uncharacteristic aloofness, and frowned in disappointment. Shed been so glad to see him again, still remembered how good hed been, and had hoped being with him again would bring her up, at least for a while, from the depths to which shed sunk. Except that he didnt seem the least bit interested in renewing that facet of their relationship.
Well, shed see about that. Working in Wickes Town didnt afford her many pleasures, and the men worth having were too few and far between for her to let this one get away. She leaned close to him, pressing her barely concealed breasts against him, and ran a hand slowly along his arm, stroking him through the fabric of his black duster. Her other hand she dropped to his thigh and trailed lightly, teasingly, over its hard length from his knee to his crotch, determined to make this man want her.
But Chris didnt want her, and was just about to tell her so when he was distracted by the arrival of Buck and JD. He had to smile at the sight. It was no surprise to see Buck here; hell, it wouldve been a surprise not to! Wilmington would be drawn to a tent city full of women like a fly to honey. Larabee would bet most of the women here already knew the big mans name.
But JD...
He watched them for a few moments, then chuckled softly and shook his head as understanding dawned. JD was looking around like a kid in a candy store, eyes wide, his tongue all but hanging out of his mouth. And Buck was leaning close, clearly offering advice. Hed brought the kid here to initiate him into that all-important manly rite of passage.
Buck Wilmington had brought his protege to get laid.
Lydia was still stroking Chriss arm when she caught sight of the stout, repugnant figure of Wickes and the frequent customer she knew only as Kolish. He was clean-shaven, well-dressed, fairly attractive, but made her blood run cold nonetheless. She knew him, knew his preferences and habits, and could see by the slight, cruel smile on his face that hed come to exercise both.
Not him again, she murmured, absently tightening her hand about Chriss arm as Wickes summoned Nora, Kolishs favorite victim. Worried about the younger girl, she tossed back a shot of whiskey and then rose to her feet, leaving Chris to spare Nora another round in hell.
Im not feelin too good, the younger girl protested, fear written plainly in her face. Shed barely recovered from Kolishs last visit, and had no desire to go through all that pain again.
Before Kolish could get his hands on Nora, Lydia sidled up to him and draped herself over him, giving her most suggestive smile. How bout spendin the afternoon with me? she purred.
Lydia, Wickes growled in a low, menacing voice, shoving the woman away before she could cost him any money. Kolish wanted Nora, and, by God, hed have her!
Nora was terrified, knowing what awaited her if she went with Kolish, but also knowing what Wickes would do to her if she didnt. Panic showed plainly in her eyes, and Lydia put a comforting arm about her.
Let me talk to Wickes alone, she said gently.
But he would have none of it. Youre comin with me, Nora! he spat, grabbing the girl and dragging her from the tent, determined to teach her once and for all who ran things here, and what happened to those who refused to accept that.
Lydia felt fear rise up within her, but knew from long and painful experience there was nothing she could do. Shed tried to interfere before, had tried to protect the other girls from Wickess wrath, and had suffered for it. The man had a cruel and heavy hand, and wasnt afraid to use it against the women he considered his property. And hed already proven a time or two that killing a whore meant less to him than shooting a rabid dog.
Composing herself as best she could, she feigned a calm she did not really feel and returned to Larabees table, needing the strength and solidness of his presence more than ever. Determined to make him forget about whatever little woman it was he had back home, and hoping he could make her forget in turn, she brushed herself slowly, enticingly, against him and ran her fingers through his thick blond hair, tousling it in the way she remembered he liked. She gave him a slow, promising kiss and settled herself once more at his side, leaning close against him and rubbing his hard thigh with hers.
Miss me, sugar? she asked, her voice sounding far more strained than she liked. Damn Wickes...
Chris saw the brittle control in her eyes and felt a twinge of worry. You all right? he asked quietly, not liking at all what hed seen of Wickes so far. He knew the mans type, could well imagine how he kept order and discipline among his girls, and had to remind himself that he had no authority here.
Im fine, Lydia breathed, then thought again of Nora. Shes not. She recognized his anger in the narrowing of his green eyes and the sudden tensing of his lean frame, and knew she had to keep him here to prevent any more harm from coming to Nora. If any trouble erupted, Wickes would take it out on the girl. Looks like your young friends made his choice, she said with a forced brightness, directing his attention back to the boy at the bar. Emily, she said of the eager young blonde laughing and dragging him from the tent. Sweet as can be, but a real spitfire, too. She laughed at Chriss worried expression. Oh, shell treat him real good, she assured him, leaning close and laying a hand against his chest. If she doesnt kill him.
Chris gazed down at her hand, resting just over his heart, then back up into her face. He could see the pleading, the near desperation, in her eyes, but couldnt bring himself to give into it. He had no obligations to her, but more than he could count to Vin. And the relationship he was still building with the tracker was too important, too precious, for him to risk for a moment of meaningless relief. Slowly, and with all the gentleness he could muster, he took her hand, squeezed it slightly, then moved it from his chest and set it on the table.
Sorry, he said quietly, meeting her gaze evenly. I should be gettin back to town.
Must be losin my touch, she joked in a tight voice, trying not to sound desperate and knowing she was failing. I could make it on the house. For old times sake.
He shook his head slowly. Im tryin to let old times go. He rose slowly to his feet, knowing he had to leave, but unable to banish the worry that gnawed at him. She didnt belong with Wickes, no matter how low shed fallen. You sure youre all right here?
She shrugged one slim shoulder and gave him a tired half-smile, then poured herself another drink. Hell, you know me, she sighed, reaching for the glass and raising it. Im always all right. She knocked back the whiskey and gave him a bitter smile. I got more lives than a cat.
He studied her for long moments, suddenly seeing the lines time and this life had etched into her face and wondering just how many more lives she had left. Women in her line of work didnt often die of old age. Not even the women as smart as Lydia.
He slipped on his black hat and nodded tersely at her. Take care of yourself.
She gave a short laugh. Thats what Im best at. She rose to her feet. I think Ill make sure Noras okay.
Chris walked with her long enough to see Buck trailing after JD and shook his head in wry amusement at the sight, then went to get his horse. He couldnt stay a minute longer in this hell-hole. As soon as he got to town, he was going to find Vin, and let the Texan take away the bitter taste and foul stench of Wickes Town.
Immersing himself in pleasant thoughts of the tracker, making a mental list of all the things he wanted Tanner to do to him, he swung into the saddle and kneed Pony forward, unaware of the smile spreading slowly across his face. Hed almost made it out of Wickes Town when he heard the screams.
Shit! he spat, turning back and instinctively drawing his rifle from its boot. He arrived to find Nora huddled on the ground, hurt and sheltered in Lydias protective arms, with Buck getting beaten by Wickes. Just as he heard the bastard refer to Nora as property, he fired a shot at Wickess feet.
Buck, were leavin, he said in a cold, menacing voice, daring Wickes or any of his men to argue. Were takin her with us.
Wilmington was still inclined to fight Wickes and all his men, his full fury showing in blazing blue eyes and an expression of pure rage, until JD came racing forward to settle him down. Buck, lets go, he ordered firmly, knowing the whole situation could explode at any moment.
Chris was proud of the boys calm, but didnt take his eyes off Wickes long enough to express it. JD, get the guns and the horses. His rifle never wavered from its sight on Wickess broad barrel of a chest, ensuring that, whatever happened, the man would be among the first to fall.
JD stripped every man about him of his guns, then quickly got his and Bucks horses without a wasted moment. Chris finally moved his rifle, allowing Buck to hand Nora up into his keeping. And all the while, Wickes stared at him with pure fury and hatred.
This isnt over, he warned as the three gunslingers raced away.
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They made it back to town without being followed, though Chris doubted Wickes would let it go for long. Reining in before Nathans clinic, he waited for Buck to dismount, then let the big man lift the injured girl, now barely conscious, down from his horse. He dropped to the ground himself, still seething over what hed witnessed.
Lets get her to Nathan, he ordered tersely, striding with long, furious strides up the stairs.
JD watched the two older men go, swallowing uneasily at the anger rolling in hot waves from both. He was growing used to Larabees temper, but was still unaccustomed to seeing Buck in the grip of what could only be called a blind rage. The man had seemed intent on killing Wickes, and anybody else who crossed his path, and JD wasnt at all sure he understood it.
It was as if Buck took what had happened personally...
Nathan looked up sharply as his door was thrust open and Chris and Buck hurried in, Buck carrying a girl in his arms. Seeing the hideous bruises marring the girls flesh, the healer was on his feet at once and moving toward the bed.
Lay her down, he ordered, never bothering to ask, not caring, who she was. Lemme git a look at her. Buck laid her down with a gentleness his size belied, and Nathan felt a wave of anger break through him. Shes been beat up, he said in a low, hard voice, knowing the signs only too well.
Pig namea Wickes did it, Buck spat, his blue eyes still boiling with murder. Sonuvabitch tried ta kill her just cause she objected to a customer!
Wickes? Nathan asked, glancing up at Chris as the name caught his attention. Then he looked down at the girl again, seeing her occupation in her scanty dress. She onea the girls from his town?
Buck stepped forward and scowled, his anger rising still higher at the healers words. You got a problem with that? he seethed in a low, dangerous voice. Painful memories were crashing in on him from every side, turning his nerves raw.
Nathan merely stared at him, his dark eyes gentle. You know me, Buck, he said quietly, calmly. Only thing I got a problem with is that somebody done beat the hell outta this lil girl. I jes like ta know somethin bout the folks Im helpin.
Buck tried to swallow his anger, knowing he was letting his past interfere with the present. Im sorry, Nate, he breathed in a ragged voice, his eyes still haunted. Its just... He let it go, not wanting to explain just now. Her names Nora. She didnt wanta go with a man, and Wickes beat her for it.
Buck, Chris said quietly, fixing knowing eyes on his old friend, why dont you go cool off. You wont do her no good stormin around here.
Wilmington scowled deeply and set a hand on his gun. Hell, I oughtta just go back there and teach that pig--
Leave it alone, Chris warned, his voice and eyes taking on a cold edge. We got no say there, and we dont wanta bring any trouble down on the town. You stay away from Wickes, you hear?
Bucks eyes hardened, and his big frame tensed. You cant stop me--
I can throw you in jail, Larabee interrupted, his gaze never wavering. And you know Ill do it. Buck, his voice softened, as did his gaze, its over. Shes safe now. He knew as few others did why this had affected Buck the way it had. You cant protect them all, pard, he said gently. Not even you can save every woman in the world.
Buck saw the understanding, the sorrow, in Chriss eyes, and that steadied him as could little else. Exhaling slowly and bowing his head, he dropped his hand from his gun and nodded. Reckon youre right, he murmured. He drew a deep breath and raised his head, meeting Chriss gaze and nodding slightly to reassure him. Think I could use some supper. He forced a smile, though it was nothing like his usual bright one. Didnt exactly go ta Wickes Town for a meal.
Chris nodded and gave a small smile. And, as Buck walked past, he reached out to squeeze the big mans shoulder. When Buck had gone, he returned his attention to Nathan, who had ignored them and gone to work at once on the girl. You need me?
The healer shook his head. Naw, gon. Give the po girl some privacy.
Chris had to smile and shake his head at that, at Jacksons insistence on privacy for a whore. All right, he said, grateful he was not needed here, reckon Ill go find Vin. Let him know whats goin on.
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