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Legends never die.
They are carried from generation to generation, until the moment of its first telling fades so far into memory that it becomes as a great an unknown as the tale itself. However such tales are rarely forgotten for they are important in ways that cannot be underestimated. Tales that speak the shaping of the world usually are. They are carried across the sea to new lands, to be told around new campfires to become the legends of the undiscovered country.
Of the legends, it is the story of the Three Worlds that endures through all its telling. In all things, there are the Three Worlds, for it would be unthinkable if there were only one. There is the Upper World, where the sun god sits in judgement with the creatures of the air and where all goods spirits will someday soar. There is This World, where all living things exist through the seasons of time until their mortal cloak is finally shed. Those who have lived well need not fear the summoning to the Under World, where Uktena waits in anticipation for souls to feed his hungry minions.
It is said that the Upper World and the Under World are in constant battle, where Falcon Warriors of each army wage war to shift the balance in favour of the other. Their battlefield is This World and in this unfortunately placed realm, the shape of all things is decided by endless matches between the forces of light and darkness, between the Sun God and Uktena.
And we, in This World can only watch and pray that neither shall win because there must be always Three Worlds.
For it would be unthinkable if there were only one....
Mary Travis was not one for antiques.
It was distaste cultivated from her youthful days in Boston where it seemed every street corner seemed to boast at least one such establishment. Her mother used to love antiques as most well bred society ladies often did. By the time she was sixteen, Mary had come to cringe at the sight of a dusty Victorian chair or the reference to anything Elizabethan or Tudor in the context of furniture. Thus it was to Mary's mild surprise that she learnt that Bitter Creek had an antique shop. Out in the rugged West, antiques seemed to be an ill-advised investment. The climate was merciless to expensive furniture as the summer heat was inclined to warp the ageing wood. While she had an eye for paintings, the variety found in antique shops were seldom of any quality that impressed her enough for purchase.
"I think my mother would like this." Inez declared, studying the vase from several different angles as she held it up to the light. Mary was tempted to remind her that ceramic had no watermark to speak of and would offer no insight as to its make or value at exposure to sunlight.
"Its pretty." Mary decided the tactful response was probably the best. Personally, there were too many flowers on the design for Mary's liking but then the excessively ornate was never to her taste. She preferred her vases to come in simple colours with a mother of pearl lustre when possible.
"I think I will take it." Inez said decisively and tucked the object under her arm as she went to the shop owner to haggle a price.
Knowing just how voracious Inez could be when it came to bargain hunting, Mary decided she would forgo the carnage and began wandering through the narrow aisles cluttered with trinkets, furniture and other decorative items. Other than some silver handled brushes and a grossly overpriced cameo, little caught Mary's interest. In truth, she had come to Bitter Creek to pick up printing supplies and had invited Inez to come with her for the company. She knew the Mexican had wanted to do some shopping for an upcoming visit with her family and thought it might be nice to make a day of it.
After Mary had bought the supplies needed at the local stationer, the two women had enjoyed lunch at a local restaurant and then spent the rest of the afternoon browsing through the shops. Although she was not an extravagant shopper by any means, Mary had bought herself some nice things and picked up some good Sunday clothes for Billy. She doubted whether her son would appreciate the effort considering how Billy felt about sitting still for even a moment, let alone an entire morning. Nevertheless, it was her responsibility to make certain that Billy was raised with some measure of a Christian upbringing. A hard enough task on its own when the only male influence in his life happened to be a brooding and sombre gunslinger with a penchant for black clothes and an almost monosyllabic vocabulary.
While Inez's gentle arguing with the antique store owner faded into the background, Mary let her gaze move across the items gathering dust in their display cabinets. Judging by the thickness of the dust, Mary was convinced that the trade in antiques in Bitter Creek was less than a booming industry and the store itself saw little traffic. She suddenly had an insight that Inez would get the bargain she desired. Instinctively, Mary glanced over her shoulder and saw the weary old man sigh in unspoken defeat from behind his steel rimmed glasses.
Mary allowed herself a faint smile as the peak of the negotiation seemed to have levelled off and was descending clearly in Inez's favour. She made a mental note to bring the sultry woman the next time she needed supplies for the printing press. After dealing with saloon clientele, Inez's nature had been fortified and she was able to detect a con from a mile away. Actually, on second thought, Mary decided that Inez's heightened acumen was probably attributed to the fact that Ezra Standish was her business partner.
Sensing that the transaction was very near completion, Mary was about to join Inez when suddenly, something caught her attention from the corner of her eye. It was little more than a blur of iridescent colour that could have easily been missed had she blinked. However, as it stood, Mary turned back in curiosity. She took a step forward and located the object immediately. It was lying next to a silver picture frame on top of a cabinet. The reflection from the polished surface of the frame had reflected the object's bluish hue in her direction.
Its location into the store indicated to Mary that the object had neither the faith of value or demand placed upon it. At first, Mary had no idea what it was. It was as odd an object as she had ever seen in her life. No larger than her hand, it was clearly meant for ornamental purposes only but its design was like nothing she had ever seen. Mary picked it up and blew the fine layer of dust from it. As she rubbed some of the more stubborn dirt from the smooth surface, she immediately guessed it was a made of some kind of seashell. Although it retained most of its iridescent colours, age had worn most of it away.
Mary studied it closely, unable to fathom what culture could have made this. She had seen Indian relics before but this object resembled nothing like those she had seen. It was neither Navajo nor Cheyenne but the more she inspected it, the more she realised it was definitely of Indian origin. Shaped like two hands placed side by side, the creases of fingers were carved clearly on each digit. However, its oddest feature was what appeared to be eyes carved in the centre of each palm. She also noticed that there were two carved holes at the base of object, beneath the wrist of the sculpted hands. The holes were very small and for a moment, Mary wondered what their purpose might have been. Suddenly it came to her.
A pendant?
It was certainly small enough and that would explain the puncture holes through the shell. The more she thought about it, the more sense it made. Perhaps it was a good luck charm of some sort. The eyes were carved in the shell but stones had been set in place of the irises. Mary held it up to the light and saw they caught the sunlight perfectly, revealing multi-faceted stones that did glow like sapphire but were most likely crystals of some description.
"Are you ready Mary?" She heard Inez's voice suddenly asked and Mary was so lost in her examination that she jumped at the sound of Inez' words.
"I'm sorry," Mary said breathlessly as she felt her heart recovering from the momentary jolt. "I didn't hear you behind me."
"Obviously." Inez smiled and noticed the pendant in Mary's hand. "What is that?"
Mary looked at it herself and found herself shaking her head in answer. "I have no idea." She said honestly and showed it to Inez. "Lovely isn't it?"
Inez gave her a sceptical look indicating otherwise. "If you say so."
"Hey I said your vase was nice." Mary remarked with mock hurt.
"I'm not that good a liar." Inez retorted with a mischievous smile. "You really like that thing?"
Mary returned her attention to the pendant and took another close look at it. She could not explain her fascination with it for it appeared she was the only one who saw anything extraordinary in its irregular design. However, Mary could not bring herself to return it to its place on the display cabinet. Suddenly, she realised with a surge of clarity that she was not ready to let it languish in this antique store for all eternity.
Okay, not for an eternity but she did not want anyone else owning it. To them it would always be a curiosity but Mary Travis saw something special. Instinct told her that there was more to this item than met the eye and she was suddenly very interested in unlocking the secrets to its origins. Mary knew she was being impulsive because for all she knew really, it could be little more than a worthless relic from some Indian's medicine pouch. However, the possibility that it may not have that simple an explanation was tantalising.
"I guess I do." Mary answered finally.
"Okay," Inez sent a furtive look at the shop owner who was behind his counter. "But let me do the talking when we pay for it. Whatever its worth, I'm sure I can get him down to half."
"I can't believe it," Mary declared some hours later when they had returned to Four Corners. She was still in shock at the wolverine ruthlessness Inez had displayed when haggling over the price of her pendant. Mary was certain the owner was close to tears and even closer to barring them from his premises permanently in the future. Every point he brought up to justify the cost of the trinket had been effectively countered by Inez with the skill of a master tactician. It was really quite something to see. "Were you always like this?" She looked at Inez as they left the livery behind after Homers was stabled.
"Not really," Inez replied considering the question. "I just picked it up as I went." It was true. When she was travelling from town to town, hiding from Don Paulo, Inez had to think fast on her feet. However, in running away from home without any income of her own, she had been forced to learn fast to keep herself from falling into ruin. Unfortunately, whatever town she happened upon, Inez learn that most respectable establishments had little need of employing an unattached Mexican woman with a past. She had no wish to sell herself to any man because it was for her virtue that Inez had become a fugitive. Instead, she sought employment in saloons and bars before her arrival in Four Corners. "Its easy when you are alone and have only this to rely on." She gestured to her head.
"I suppose." Mary could not disagree with that assessment considering the proof of it was evident. "I've just never seen any antique store owner forced to admit he bought my pendant from an old Indian for practically nothing. Normally, they come up with something a little more extravagant. It drives the price of the piece upward if there is some colourful history to go with it." Mary replied, remembering some of tall tales her mother had believed when she was being conned into buying a particularly expensive bauble.
"Let us say, I knew he was bluffing." Inez remarked. In truth, much of her insight came from her observance of Ezra's card games in the saloon. The gunslinger and con man had the real gift and when he spoke about how he sized up opponents during his infamous poker games, Inez had found herself paying attention. Without even realising it, Inez was soon able to tell which one of his poker opponents was going to bluff or call. While she would never dream of applying it in a similar situation, she found that the skill had allowed her to become the bane of merchants across Four Corners and now Bitter Creek.
"Well thank you." Mary said gratefully. "I think I would have strained my pocket book somewhat if I had paid full price for it. I must admit, he was asking quite a bit for it."
"I had sense of what he was about." Inez replied as they turned down the main street of Four Corners. The sun was starting to set in the distance and the town seemed bathed in an amber glow. While there were still people on the street, the afternoon crowd was starting to thin as the local merchants began closing up shop after the day's trading.
"He bought it for nothing and was hoping to make a profit because it looked so unusual." Inez concluded. She glanced at town clock and took note of the time. Ezra must be becoming tired of manning the bar by now. Inez hoped she would have time for a bath as the ride from Bitter Creek had left her feeling rest than refreshed. Knowing her partner well, she had no doubt Ezra was itching to be at card table taking bets.
"I had a good day anyway," Mary smiled warmly at Inez.
"Me too," Inez returned the smile with one just as bright. "Thank you for inviting me."
Since her arrival in town some months ago, Mary Travis and Inez had struck quite a close friendship and it was the subject of much gossip among the locals. Most people found it odd that a pillar of the community like Mary Travis could have anything in common with Inez, the only female employed at the saloon who was not a working girl. Although liked by most folks who came to know her, Inez was a woman with a chequered history and therefore someone to be viewed with caution by the more respectable members of the community.
Anyone who knew both women personally could say that the unlikely friendship between Mary and Inez was inevitable for they were both strong willed and in possession fiery spirits. They defied convention by their choice of occupation, Mary in her role as newswoman and Inez as a lady bartender. They were both unattached, businesswomen and they were without doubt, two of the most beautiful women in Four Corners. However, despite their unorthodox lifestyle, Mary and Inez guarded their privacy fiercely as well as their reputations. While they sometimes pushed the envelope of protocol for feminine behaviour, no one could impugn either lady's virtue.
"I have to go Sweetwater in a few weeks to get some parts for the press. Why don't you come with me? I do have to stay there the night however." Mary suggested. "Do you have any trouble staying overnight?"
"I don't think so." Inez considered her eyes shifting to the saloon where the number of customers moving through the door was increasing in frequency. Judging by the music and noises emanating from the open doors, Inez decided the saloon was going to have a busy night. "I think I can rely on Josiah to keep an eye on things."
"Josiah?" Mary exclaimed wondering why Inez would put her faith in Josiah Sanchez. Although Josiah was one of the seven lawmen who protected Four Corners, he was mostly a preacher by trade. Mary could not see him running a saloon. "What about Ezra?"
Inez shifted uncomfortably. "I don't trust him." She said unhappily.
"I thought you were business partners." Mary retorted her confusion increasing.
"We are." Inez sighed. "Don't get me wrong, he's a wonderful friend but he does not handle responsibility well. I prefer that Josiah look after things if I am going to be away for more than an afternoon. At least I know the saloon will still be there when I get back and not gambled away on one of his strange schemes."
"Oh yes," Mary nodded in understanding, remembering all of Ezra Standish's insane schemes in livid detail. "I did tell you about the time he tried to tutor working girls into becoming respectable society wives?"
"Uh huh," Inez recalled the story. "And the time that he tried to convince you to turn the school house fund into the Four Corners Casino project."
Mary and Inez met each other's eyes and had the same thought.
"Josiah is a very good idea." Mary agreed deciding that nothing further needed to be said on the subject.
"Howdy ladies." They heard Buck Wilmington's voice approaching from behind them. The tall cowboy was on his way to the saloon. "How was Bitter Creek?" Buck asked tipping his hat to both ladies but having eyes only for Inez, Mary noticed with a bemused smile.
"Quite enjoyable Mr Wilmington." Mary answered, knowing Inez would not. The two had an odd sort of relationship. Buck was determined to win Inez's favour no matter how much she might wish otherwise. Mary had been privy to some fiery exchanges between the two. No matter how fervently Inez might otherwise stress, Buck was not to be deterred. "We did a great deal of shopping."
"I am hardly surprised." He said with his boisterous grin. "You got enough boxes there." He gestured to the packages they were both carrying.
Buck could be utterly charming when he wanted to be. Around Inez, he oozed it in every possible effort to win her affections. While Mary was certain that Inez was not as immovable as she seemed on the subject of Buck Wilmington, Mary knew it was his forward manner that made the Mexican woman hesitate. Despite her outgoing personality, Mary saw a very conservative upbringing in Inez's past. Inez did not offer herself to just anyone and Buck's reputation with the ladies was alarming to any woman who did not wish to be considered just another conquest on a long list of conquests.
"Anything interesting happen today?" Mary asked as they continued on their way. Buck who was going in the same direction, fell in step with them, taking up flank next to Inez.
"Not much," Buck answered. "Couple of drunks here and there but then we threw Chris in the jailhouse and it was quiet." He joked.
Mary laughed shortly, trying to picture anyone throwing Chris Larabee into jail. Even drunk, he was known to be able to outgun most of the seven. However, she kept that observation to herself. "So I gather it was quiet." She remarked.
"Pretty much." He answered, "Although everything seemed duller without you two lovely ladies around."
Mary rolled her eyes. She had miscalculated. She had given him at least 30 seconds more before he started using his tired repertoire of lines, in a renewed effort to draw Inez's attention.
And predicably, Inez rose to the occasion. "Please Senor Buck, that is too syrupy even for you." Inez groaned visibly.
"Its true!" Buck exclaimed meeting her gaze. He gave Inez, what Mary called his best 'puppy dog look'. "You know my heart just aches when I don't you, Inez." He said holding his hand against his chest, looking pathetically needy.
Mary knew where this was going and she decided that she did not want to be present at the fireworks. No matter how entertaining it could sometimes be. She saw Inez blush furiously, even though it was difficult to tell with her tanned colouring. The raven haired siren had straightened up and judging from her posture, Mary knew she was preparing to deliver a scathing rebuttal to Buck's declaration. It was time for the innocent bystanders to clear the area. Mary wondered if she should ring the church bell and tell everyone to leave the streets. Buck and Inez's verbal jousting was growing a strange sort of notoriety around town.
"Inez," Mary said hastily. "I'll see you later."
Inez barely heard Mary as her gaze was still locked with Buck's. Mary decided an answer was not really that important and started crossing the street towards the Clarion. As she heard the first sounds of artillery behind her, Mary Travis let out a sigh and shook her head with one thought in mind.
Their children would be dysfunctional but peppy.
Mary Travis dreamt.
It was black all around her. She could not see ahead and there was not enough space for her to turn around and look behind. She felt cold biting in her skin because there was a chill in the air. It was not the kind of iciness that was common to winter but the kind of cold that came with feelings of dread. The kind that seeped in with the mist that covered a battlefield the morning after the fighting. It could not be described but it was felt more potently that anything else in the world.
Jagged rocks cut her hands but she kept crawling. An instinct she could not define forced her onwards and so her limbs, tired and bruised kept the struggle forward. She strained to see anything ahead but there was only the black and the sounds of what she had left behind. She could hear their call, soft, gentle whispers that beckoned her home with promises of delights upon her return. She knew not who or what they were but she knew they were lying.
How long had she had crawled. She could not remember. Time did not have any meaning to her. She knew had begun this journey and she knew that she had to complete it. What lay in between was unimportant for the middle is always a neglected child. The need to crawl forward through the dark was more powerful an instinct than she had ever known. If she were to die, she could accept it only if she had completed the journey first.
The journey was everything.
Suddenly a pinprick of white appeared in the path ahead. She could not tell what it was only that seeing it, filled her heart with warmth that was capable of dispelling the frightful cold. Its existence made her crawl faster towards it. She cared not that her knees were screaming in protest, that her hands were torn and bleeding. All that mattered now was reaching the light. She saw it grow, until it was no longer a pinprick but a beacon calling out to her. Suddenly she noticed the path had altered. She was no longer crawling straight but at an upward inclination. She moved faster, feeling some end was in sight but not knowing what that could mean.
She began to feel heat on her face, the closer she approached the light. Suddenly, the walls around her began to take shape and she realised she had been crawling through a narrow tunnel of jagged obsidian. Memories of what she had left behind began to fade in her mind, slipping away like a dream that she once had in a different place before the journey. She could remember nothing of that place except that it was gone and no longer existed for her.
Suddenly she reached the end of the tunnel and as her gaze pierced the powerful, canvas of blue overhead as she climbed out of the passageway, she saw she had come to a new place. Her eyes were unaccustomed to the light but it did not matter that she viewed her new world through squinting eyes. Colours filled her consciousness where none had ever existed before. She saw green for the first time in her existence. Green that inflamed the trees and covered the ground in shades of vibrancy that was almost overwhelming. Blue stilled her breath and it ran across the land in silken waves of water and a canopy of sky.
However, it was the orb of gold that hung supremely over all that captured her attention. She did not know what it was but she knew it held minion over life and death, over everything she had known and what she would know. Tears ran down her cheeks as she stared into its fiery depths, trying to see past its brilliance in the hope of understanding what it was that had compelled her here.
You are the first.
She did not understand.
You are the first to come here.
"Here?" She manages to ask, finding her voice because she knows it is the orb that is speaking to her.
This World. It answers with gentle humour. For there cannot be only one.....
Mary woke up the next morning feeling as if she had not slept at all. She staggered out of bed unable to fathom what had brought on such a restless night. Throughout the night, she had awoken abruptly with the fading tendrils of cryptic dreams withdrawing into the dark recesses of her mind. Mary was normally a sound sleeper. Her days were so crowded at times, that there were occasions when she had literally fallen into bed with exhaustion. However, on those occasions her dreams were pleasant and she hardly remembered them. They were nothing like the marathon of fear and foreboding that plagued her the night before. At one point, she had climbed out of her bed and padded down to her kitchen in the dead of night to prepare herself some warm milk. Mary had hoped that it would soothe the imaginings of her stormy subconscious mind. Unfortunately, despite the fact that the milk had settled her, they did not produce the desired effect. No sooner than after Mary's head had hit the pillows again, did the same dreams repeat their visitation.
She was not usually a late sleeper but when she finally awoke, to her dismay, Mary realised it was almost ten o'clock. It was a situation that did not sit well with the young widow to realise she had stayed in bed for most of the morning. She had a ton of work to get through today, including the distribution of the papers and a number of errands that would now be delayed by a late start.
Begrudgingly, she forced herself out of her bed and got dressed. Despite the late start, she did not intend to sacrifice the rest of the day. However awful she felt.
It was an atypical day in the town of Four Corners. Atypical in that, it was only one of small towns scattered across the rugged wilderness known as the Territory in heart of the new West, currently enduring an unseasonably hot summer. When the July heat was at its most formidable, the town inhabitants would wonder whether the decision to clear the land completely during the town's erection was such a good idea after all. The lack of trees was never felt more profoundly than during the summer, when the temperatures rose so acutely that the heat was reflected off the dirt streets in waves.
Most of Four Corners had opted wisely to stay indoors utilising the shade they would have otherwise enjoyed from the absent trees. The day progressed lethargically, with a general air of boredom resting over the town like the afternoon sunshine. Old men sat in the chairs provided outside the general store, taking advantage of the awning as they spent a lazy afternoon watching people go by. Younger men were drawn to the saloon where the promise of alcohol and other entertainment's made them easy prey. Children on the other hand were at the local river, delighting in frivolous abandon of youth to which their older counterparts could only envy.
The majority of townsfolk who ignored the constraints of the weather were largely the female population of Four Corners. Their immediate concerns over the errands that they needed to perform transcended any thought of the hot day outside their domestic world. They went about their business as usual, stopping to gossip when the need took them, but generally oblivious to the heat except when it arose in conversation.
Despite her morning, Mary had managed to catch up on all the work that had been delayed by her late awakening. Although she felt like a thousand miles of bad road, she would have been gratified to know that her secret was safe from he majority of Four Corners. To her neighbours, she looked as perfect and composed as always. She walked along the wooden sidewalk, carrying a stack of papers published under the name of the Clarion News. Normally, the paper was distributed by means of a few local boys whom she employed for the purpose. However, on occasion, Mary did not mind doing the chore herself. There was only one thing worse than being forced to work on a hot day when she felt miserable and that was working indoors on a hot day when she felt miserable.
Mary strolled beneath the shade of the shop awnings, taking in the sight of the merchandise behind the shop windows. She felt some measure of pride knowing that booming community was her home and that its progress gave her a sense of accomplishment. Memories of the years spent here flashed in her mind, interrupted occasionally by someone who wanted to buy a paper. She remembered Four Corners was so dangerous it was not safe to walk the streets as she was doing now. She had been different back then too. When Steven was alive, she had hidden behind his protection, relying on him to make all the important decisions in her life. Like Four Corners, Mary had evolved into something strong and resilient.
Mary could not deny that she craved the excitement that came from living in a place like this, despite all its harsh realities. She was always at her best when there was a challenge to overcome and she was proud of what she tried to accomplish in Four Corners. Mary had come to the West with her late husband out of mutual love of adventure. Life in Boston had suited neither one of them and they had come to Four Corners to build something they could be proud. Of course, life rarely transpired the way it should and Mary now found herself alone, having buried Steven a few short years ago. He had left her with her son Billy and a newspaper that played an important part in the growing community of Four Corners.
It would have been simpler to give in after his death and admit defeat, however Mary could not force herself to lead a mundane existence. She demanded excitement and she enjoyed the newfound independence once she had stopped mourning for Steven.
Despite her confidence in herself, Mary could not deny that Steven had been murdered and it was a fate that she would risk for her son. Billy came home to her during his school holidays but for most part, he resided with his grandparents. Although Four Corners was safer than it used to be, there was much to be done before Mary was confident enough to have Billy return to her permanently.
"Hello Mary."
Mary looked up to see the only other uncertainty in her life, the gunslinger Chris Larabee standing before her. She must have been day dreaming quite deeply if she had managed to let him come right up to her without noticing. Chris Larabee was not a man who was easily ignored or missed. Always dressed in black, he moved through town as undisputed leader of the seven men who guarded Four Corner's safety. Although most of the citizenry viewed Chris with fear, there could be no doubt that since his arrival into town, life in Four Corners had been so much the more secure. However, to Mary Travis, he was a source of great consternation as well as fascination.
"Hello Mr Larabee." She responded politely. "I thought you'd be with the rest of your friends away from this weather." Her gaze touched the saloon briefly.
"I needed some fresh air." He said shortly. "Besides, I get tired of watching Buck getting shot down by Inez." He added in that silky voice of his.
Mary laughed at Buck's misfortune. "I decided to forgo yesterday's round. Did we have a clear winner?"
"Not really," Chris shook his head. "Although you could call the game hers after she threw that vase at him."
"You never know Mr Larabee, persistence may win the day. Some women like the chase."
"Buck's chasing all right," Chris sighed. "Like a hungry dog after a bone."
Mary looked at him with a raised brow. "A word of advice?"
"There's a first time for everything." He commented and elicited a sarcastic smirk from Mary.
"I would refrain from letting Inez hear that analogy. No woman ones to be called a bone."
He chuckled softly and the sound seemed alien coming from him. Chris Larabee did not laugh often but when he did, Mary decided she liked how it sounded. His intense blue eyes shifted to the stack of papers she was carrying and Mary tried hard not become loss in its icy depths. Although she was still uncertain of what he meant to her, but personal magnetism he generated in his cool, deliberate manner made her just as susceptible as the next woman to its aura.
"I'll carry that." Chris stepped forward and liberated her of the papers. As always, he did not ask. He merely stated his intention and then did it. Mary had learnt long ago, not to argue over minor points although she could not count the number of times when she had held firm. Their battle of wills was almost legendary as Buck and Inez's ongoing feuds.
Chris felt into stride with her, never meeting her unless he had to, as they continued walking through town. When she had first met him, Mary had to admit the gunslinger intimidated her slightly. His reputation was notorious and the way other men seemed to stand aside for him reaffirmed the fact. However, there was a side to Chris Larabee that Mary had found touching. Few knew that he was a man mourning a wife and child, whose loss had affected him so profoundly that he was still unable to come to grips with it. That part of him Mary understood all too well.
"I got a letter from Billy today." She said brightly. "He'll be home in a month or so. I'm sure he wrote just so that I'd remind you that you promised to take him fishing the next time he came home."
For the first time, Mary saw a genuine smile steal across the man's dispassionate features. Since Billy's first return from his grandparents, her son had formed an unlikely friendship with the gunslinger. In truth, Billy utterly adored Chris the way he loved no one since Steven's death. In some ways, both boy and man had filled a void in each other that had been left empty for far too long. It comforted Mary to know that there was a man in her son's life and he would die protecting Billy if the need ever arose. However, Chris had already proved that his protection did not merely extend to her son. How many times had he come to her rescue? Mary could no longer count the number of times when this man who appeared indifferent to everyone else, became the only person on whom she could depend upon entirely.
Theirs was a strange relationship, she sighed to herself.
"Let me know before he gets into town," Chris replied, snapping Mary out of her reverie. "I'll take him fishing up my place. There's a good spot."
"Just don't spoil him." Mary retorted. "I have to live with him, you know."
Chris smiled faintly and met her gaze directly. "I'll keep it in mind." Secretly, he had no intention of doing so but he did not wish to tell the boy's mother that. Despite himself, Chris looked forward to Billy's visits to Four Corners. Billy reminded him of different time and place, when he had taken another boy fishing.....
The memory of Adam and Sarah flashed so hot in his mind that for a moment, Chris could hardly breathe. Outwardly, he showed no signs of his emotional turmoil to the beautiful widow beside him. With practised control, Chris crushed the emotion with ruthless efficiency.
They continued their walk saying very little to one another as people came up to get copies of the Clarion. However, Mary's relationship with Chris Larabee was like that. Their conversations were always short and to the point but there was an underlying depth of feeling to what was said that was hard to deny. Occasionally, he would surprise her though and ask a question that would take her completely unprepared. Mary was almost certain he derived some pleasure from doing so.
"You seemed far away back then." He said not looking at her. For some reason, she noticed that he avoided looking into her eyes when he could help it. Mary wondered what he saw there.
"I guess I was." She admitted as they started back to Clarion's office. "I was thinking about hoe much Four Corners has changed since Steven and I came here from Boston. Actually, now that I think of it, I don't think any of my friends from Boston would recognise me either."
For some reason, there was sudden shift in his mood when she said that. Mary caught the glimmer of something in his eyes that vanished almost as quickly. "I guess you miss it." He said quietly.
"I do." Mary nodded. "Although I could not imagine leaving Four Corners." She responded, putting an end to the unspoken question he could not ask. "I buried Steven here and I owe him too much to pack up and leave. Besides," she said with a wry smile. "My life is here."
Her words seemed to satisfy him for she saw the tightening in his jaw relax a bit. As usual, he showed neither happiness or otherwise over her answer but Mary's intuition told her that it did matter. Once again, they had arrived at that impasse common to all their conversations where what was needed to be said could not escape the fortress of each other's reservation. Still, they were friends and both would be surprised if they were aware how much that meant to one another.
"Well thank you Mr Larabee." Mary said graciously when he had escorted her back to the Clarion. He had carried the papers for even though there were only a few copies left of the edition. "I appreciate the help."
"I can't let you do everything." He drawled with a hint of mischief in his voice. "You do more than any woman is supposed to already."
The remark was meant to irritate her. As always, Mary Travis rose to the occasion. "I am perfectly capable of taking care of myself, Mr Larabee." Her eyes burned in indignation. "I had been doing quite well before you happened along."
"I'm sure you were." He said enjoying her annoyance. She was at her best when suitably riled. Her cheeks would flush pink and those beautiful eyes would blaze with the passion. Mary kept her passionate side as deeply hidden as he buried his emotions. He wondered how much of a nudge it would take to draw part of her to the surface. When she was provoked, Chris enjoyed sitting back and revelling in the display.
She made a small sound of outrage because she was certain he was merely being condescending. "Good day Mr Larabee." She said sharply and disappeared through the door of the office, slamming it hard behind her.
He turned away, completely satisfied that Mary had not disappointed him.
"Where is our fearless leader on this balmy day?" Ezra Standish, gambler, con man and gunslinger extraordinaire inquired to the rest of the group the town of Four Corners had labelled the Magnificent seven. Like most of the men in town, the seven minus Chris Larabee had sought refuge from the heat within the confines of Ezra's saloon, where the drinks were plentiful and the shade a minor consideration.
"I think he's with Mrs Travis." JD Dunne replied. As the duly appointed sheriff, JD was the youngest member of the seven. He had travelled across the country from New York. Following a dream of becoming a real life gunslinger like those he read in the dime store novels of his youth. Cocky and brash, JD had dreams of becoming as accomplished a gunslinger as the rest of his older and more experienced companions.
"Now that's an interesting combination." Ezra responded in turn, studying his cards carefully. While he found Mrs Travis highly attractive, she was too straight laced for his tastes. Despite viewing his mother's appearances with an unhealthy balance of trepidation and anxiousness, Ezra wanted a woman possessing her better qualities.
Maude Standish was as complex a woman as any Ezra had ever known in his travels. She was elegant and refined but hidden beneath her lace draperies and linen was nothing less than steel. He had seen her smile her most radiant while completely aware that beneath those blue eyes that mirrored his own, schemes were being hatched to which Machiavelli would have been proud. Nevertheless he loved her and he sought someone not entirely like her. Although in Ezra's case, he wished the steel would come with a trace of compassion, a quality he was uncertain his mother possessed.
"The Lord works in mysterious ways." Josiah Sanchez sighed, deciding that the cards he had been dealt were definitely not worth the gambling. "I fold." The ex-preacher declared, conceding defeat by throwing his cards on the felt covered table.
Buck who was the last player at the table was barely listening to the conversation. His attention was focused elsewhere on the sultry Mexican woman who tended bar. Inez noticed his eyes following her and she flicked a tendril of dark hair away from her cheek, knowing it would drive him insane with longing. She did so with an alluring smile that bordered almost on flirtation. She knew she ought not tease him that way but Buck made it so easy sometimes. After their public display yesterday, she wanted him to suffer. Although it was probably not a good idea for her to have thrown her mother's vase at him.
"Mr Wilmington," Ezra called out. "Are you in or are you out?"
"What?" Buck turned around quickly and faced his fellow players, remembering what he was doing. "Yeah, yeah I'm in. Keep your britches on." He said slightly annoyed but could not resist another glance over his shoulder at Inez who was now bored with the by-play and had returned her attention to the paying customers.
"Would you get your mind off Inez already?" Vin Tanner said with similar irritation. He was waiting to be played into the next game and Buck was holding things being so distracted. Vin was only a few years older than JD but his eyes revealed they were poles apart. Vin who had been alone for most of his life appeared little more than a mountain man, with his clothes made of skin and his hair worn long. In truth, he had been many things during his lifetime, tracker, buffalo hunter, bounty hunter and now unofficial lawmen of Four Corners. If anything, Vin seemed like a younger version of Chris Larabee, except he was not as driven or as embittered.
Buck scanned his cards quickly and found little that was worth betting. "I'm done." He growled and tossed his card in table in a gesture of surrender.
"Well Mr Dunne," Ezra said with a widening grin that almost bordered on the predatory. "I guess the gamble is between us."
JD shifted uncomfortably in his seat. Like everything else, he had little experience gambling and was struggling to learn the lessons taught by Ezra and the others. He knew he had a good hand but Ezra's confidence weakened his resolve. It was not so much the money he hated losing but once again being bested by a more experienced player. It seemed as if he was always being outdone by everyone else in the group. He looked at the sizeable pot in the centre of the table and then at Ezra, who seemed unconcerned by his hesitation.
"I fold.' He groaned, subconsciously aware that it was a mistake. The cards fell down and were open to everyone's' scrutiny.
"Are you crazy!" Buck exclaimed as he saw three Jacks staring at him with as much stunned disbelief as he felt. "You never throw in three of a kind!"
"What's done is done, Mr Wilmington." Ezra smiled triumphantly and laid down his cards for all to see.
As he did so, everyone else at the table groaned with disbelief but not as much as JD when he saw what he had folded against. "Two pair!" He exclaimed. "You got a lousy two pair?"
"Its the size of the bluff that matters, Mr Dunne." Ezra replied reaching for the stack of bills in middle of the table. "Not the cards."
"I know but two pair?" JD repeated again, his voice having raised an octave when he attempted to overcome his astonishment. Meanwhile the others laughing around him deepened his embarrassment.
Knowing how easily a young man's ego could bruise, Ezra leaned forward and said sympathetically. "If it makes you feel any better Mr Dunne, I was not entirely sure you were going to buy my ruse. I expect you will see through my charade the next time you pick up the gauntlet."
Although it was not exactly an admission of his genius, the ploy worked well enough to bring appease JD somewhat. "I sure won't." He replied but did not sound at all confident that he would. However, the gesture that Ezra made was not lost on JD. "I got start my rounds." He vacated his seat for Vin. "I'll catch up with you guys later." With that, JD walked out of the saloon whistling.
"Ezra, you are getting soft in your old age." Josiah said smoothly, patting the man on his tailored back once JD was out of earshot.
Ezra merely shrugged. Despite his debonair attitude, Ezra liked keeping his sentimental side to himself. However, he did have to confess to having a soft spot for JD because of his youth. In many ways, they had become the boy's surrogate family since his arrival from the East. The fact that JD admired every one of them as if they were something special instead of the rabble rousing bunch they was, touched each man, more than they would care to admit. "I merely pacify to take the boy's money another day."
"Sure, Ezra." Vin declared, not believing him for one moment.
Ezra merely smiled to himself, not wishing to indulge Josiah's inclinations any more than necessary. Instead, he concentrated on meting out the appropriate number of cards to the players around the table.
"I'm telling you," Buck whispered as he picked up his card and looked at Inez once again. The lady was oblivious to his observations as she had a thirsty number of patrons to deal with. Buck took in the sight of her, knowing that his determination to win the lady had more to do with just a passing fancy. "She's starting to fall to my charms."
"Give it up!" Vin exclaimed, glancing at Inez and then back to Buck again. "The woman has not shown you the time of days since she arrived, even after you almost got your fool self killed by the Don Paulo bastard."
Buck was not to be deterred. "Yeah but she did kiss me didn't she?"
"The lady was grateful for what you did Buck," Ezra reiterated. "However, I do not think her feelings extend beyond that simple fact."
In truth, Ezra did not really know what Inez felt about Buck. His own relationship with her was purely platonic. He found her an unusual wit and a damn spirited woman was not to be found anywhere, perhaps except for Mary Travis. However, he liked keeping Inez as friend rather than a lover. Business relationships operated much more efficiently with those boundaries in place.
"She's like a spirited animal," Buck grinned as he started discarding his unwanted cards in the pile allocated for the purpose. "She just needs breaking in."
Ezra shook his head in disbelief at the man's persistence while Josiah opted to roll his eyes in resignation. Vin however, did neither. He looked at Buck and remarked. "Buck?"
"Yeah?" Buck looked up from his cards.
"Shut up and play."
Chris walked into the saloon and saw his friends at their usual table, playing cards and enjoying each other's company. He had seen JD a short while ago, when the boy made his obligatory rounds of the town in his capacity as sheriff. The saloon was full today and Chris scanned the faces in the room, trying to see if anyone present could pose any trouble. After a moment, he decided that there was little of which to be concerned. The collection in the saloon was mostly made up of bored husbands passing their time while their wives did the shopping at the local merchants. There was the odd drifter here and there; a ranch hand or two who was taking a well-deserved break from the afternoon sun during an undisclosed cattle rail.
Realistically, if there was anyone in town who could be considered a bad element at this time, it would Chris Larabee himself.
He made his way to the bar where Inez was holding court with a number of thirsty men who were waiting impatiently for their drinks. They stepped aside however, when he reached the counter. Chris had become accustomed to their caution after spending almost a year in town. At least the citizens of Four Corners were no longer terrified of him since Chris and his band had proved themselves to be adept lawmen who kept the town safe.
"What can I get you Chris?" Inez inquired radiating an alluring smile, made more so because she was not even trying.
"Whiskey." He said simply.
Inez immediately reached for a tall bottle of amber liquid situated on the shelves behind her. She produced a glass from under the counter when Chris added further. "Just leave the bottle." He instructed.
The Mexican woman sighed, trying to hide her disapproval of his drinking habits. Inez had spent so much time in the company of the seven since she had become a partner in the business, that she felt a certain amount of friendship towards them. As always, Chris was the hardest to read among the seven but she had observed enough to know that he drank way too much for his own well being.
"You're going to kill yourself drinking in bottles." She pointed out.
"I can think of worse ways to go." Chris replied, knowing that her words were borne out of concern so he did not really mind.
Inez rolled her eyes, indicating that he was beyond hope and then turned back to the customers waiting for her attention. Chris allowed himself a bemused smile as he picked up the glass and bottle and joined his friends at the their table.
"Howdy Chris." Vin greeted, not looking up from his cards. "Did you manage to get Deacon settled in?"
"He's tucked in at Eagle Bend like a baby." Chris said pouring himself a glass of whiskey. "Anything happen I ought to know about?"
Chris had been gone from Four Corners for most of the day. He had ridden out early this morning to deliver Deacon Wells, an unsuccessful bank robber who had made a try for the Four Corners branch, to Eagle Bend where he would await trial. Since Deacon had been shot in the leg during the robbery, he had posed little resistance when he was finally arrested and taking him to Eagle Bend required only one of them.
"Just the usual." Josiah answered. "Buck and Inez doing their mating dance ."
"Very funny." Buck scowled at the gambler. "How is Mrs Travis today?" The tall man inquired casting an inquisitive glance at Chris. The suggestive gleam in Buck's eyes was not lost on Chris who did not appreciate the innuendo.
"She's alright." He replied with a hint of warning for Buck to let the matter rest with that.
"Where is Nathan today?" Josiah inquired. No one had seen the tall black man who was the only medical authority in Four Corners.
"He said something about fixing Dan Stoner's teeth. He had to ride out there to Stoner's place at first light. I think he'll be gone for most of the day." Vin drawled in answer.
"Ouch." Buck flinched at the thought. He had never liked dentistry in any shape or form even though much of his charm relied upon his winning smile.
"At least he has something to do." Josiah sighed. Although he should have been hard at work, restoring his church, the ex-preacher could not drag himself under the hot sun to continue the job he had set for himself. It was not to say that he had not made any progress at all. It was just the work could become tedious and Josiah's failing as a priest was mostly his inability to cope with impatience. To the others he was as calm as any man of the cloth but only Josiah knew for certain, how much of a facade that was. He was just as eager as any of them for adventure. He just had trouble admitting it.
"Hello Mary." They heard Inez greet and Chris immediately looked towards the bat wing doors and saw it swinging back and forth as Mary walked towards their table.
"Hi Inez." Mary greeted momentarily but it was obvious she had come here to see the lawmen.
A chorus of polite responses greeted Mary when she reached their table. It was not her habit to come into the saloon but she knew that if she wanted to speak to any one of the seven, this was the most likely place to find them. After her conversation with Chris earlier, it was obvious they were not going to spend a hot afternoon in the jailhouse. Like the rest of the men in Four Corners, she had guessed accurately that they would not be eager to leave their favourite watering hole.
"What can we do for you Mrs Travis?" Ezra inquired politely.
"I actually came to see Mr Tanner." Mary announced, her blue grey eyes staring in Vin Tanner's direction.
All eyes shifted to the bounty hunter who was concentrating on his cards more than anything else that was going on in the immediate vicinity. At the mention of his name, Vin looked up and found his friends staring at him quizzically, silent in their curiosity over what business he might have from the widow. Vin particularly took note of Chris Larabee, who attention was most obvious by his indifference. The man in black remained on his stool, nursing his bottle of whisky, appearing aloof as always but was obviously listening closely.
"How can I help ma'am?" Vin asked gingerly.
Mary reached into the pocket of her dress and produced the pendant she had bought the day before. It was well known that Vin Tanner had an extensive knowledge of Indian culture and traditions. Prior to his arrival in Four Corners, Vin was one of the best trackers in the Territory, among other things. There were also rumours that he learnt how to hunt buffalo from Indian teachers. His skills as tracker and as an expert in Indian lore was one of the reasons he had been such a formidable bounty hunter. The only way the outlaw Ely Jones was able to deter Vin from bringing him in was to frame him for murder in Tascoma.
"Have you ever seen anything like this?" She handed him the pendant.
As Vin took the object in his hands and examined it, the others leaned forward for a closer look as well. Even Chris had climbed off his stool and edged closer towards the table so he could see what had captured Mary's attention enough to seek Vin Tanner.
Vin was fascinated. While everything about the pendant cried an Indian origin, he recognised nothing in its design that belong to any tribe he knew. Vin had travelled extensively enough to say with confidence that he had seen them all, Apache, Navajo, Sioux and Cheyenne. The object could not claim descent from any of this. It was unusual for Indians in this region to carve anything from seashell for they were hundreds of miles from the nearest ocean.
"Where did you get this?" He inquired, mesmerised by the eyes staring at him from the carving.
"In an antique store, if you believe." Mary replied.
"An antique store?" Vin exclaimed with surprise.
"Can I have a look?" Josiah asked and Vin glanced at Mary, obtaining her approval before he handed it to the preacher.
Josiah took the object and examined it closely, taking care to note all its unusual markings. Like Vin, he had never seen anything like this but there was enough education in his past for him to make one conclusive observation. "Its old." He declared.
"That's pretty obvious." Vin drawled rolling his eyes.
"No," Josiah shook his head, taking no offence at the younger man's sarcasm. "I mean its really old."
Mary wrinkled her forehead in confusion wondering if all these gunslingers had contact somewhere which bound them to make sentences sound as enigmatic as possible. "How old?" She urged.
"I can't say." Josiah looked up at her. "When I was at the seminary, I saw church pieces that had similar degradation. You can tell by the erosion of the surface that it has not been ground by unnatural means." He indicated the edge of the object and explained. "See that there? Its a smooth wear. That's happened because of water erosion not by a grinding stone or anything. You only get that kind of finish over a lot of years."
"How many years?" She asked, feeling her pulse race that her instincts about the object might have been correct.
"Centuries at least."
"I'd still like to know where it came from." Mary sighed, easing back into the chair. For some reason, the mystery had truly fired her imagination. It sparked her interest the way nothing had for too long. Mary thrived on challenge but she was starting to have the terrible suspicion that this might have been too much even for her determination to solve.
"Vin," Chris suddenly spoke up. He hated seeing Mary disappointed. "Do you think Chano's people might know what that is?"
The thought had not occurred to the tracker. "Maybe," Vin said with a meaningful nod. "Their medicine man is older than the hills. If anyone can remember where this thing came from it might be him."
"I can ride out there tomorrow and ask him." Mary suggested, brightening up considerably.
The idea of Mary riding up to the Indian village did not impress anyone at the table. It was not proper for a respectable white woman to be in that area particularly after what happened to Claire Mosely. Although everyone was aware that it was the Reverend who had killed his daughter. People in Four Corners still had difficulty in coming to terms with the fact that a respectable, god fearing girl like Claire would willingly marry an Indian. It was nonsense that none of the seven prescribed to of course but Mary Travis' reputation was a point of honour to all of them, particularly, Chris Larabee.
"Mrs Travis," Ezra spoke up, being the only at the table who could put anything tactfully. "It isn't exactly appropriate for you to go riding up there."
Mary looked at the faces around her. It did not take long for her to realise to what they were alluding. The notion not only angered her but seemed terribly presumptuous. "I am only going to see someone at the reservation," she said hotly. "I am not running off to marry anyone." She stated in that tone of voice that indicated she did not intend to tolerate any argument on the matter.
"Mary you ain't going up there." Chris said firmly, taking up the gauntlet of defiance she had just thrown down before them.
Mary took a deep breath and was unsurprised that he would be the one to take a chauvinistic stance with her. She hated it when he treated her like a child. Did they believe her lacking of all good sense? "I will be fine Mr Larabee." She said coldly, retrieving the pendant from Josiah before rising from her chair. "Nor do I require you to tell me what to do." Mary rose to her feet and regarded the men before her politely. "Good day gentlemen." With that she started out of the saloon.
However, Chris was not about to let it go that easily.
By the time she reached the bat wing doors to make her exit out of the establishment, Chris was already two paces behind her. "You can't go alone." He repeated, starting to become clearly annoyed.
"Oh really?" She glanced over her shoulder and gave him a sarcastic look. "Watch me."
Chris swore under his breath as she disappeared through the doors before he went after her.
In the wake of their departure, the rest of the seven were silent as Chris and Mary's voices faded into the distance, becoming lost in the crowd of patrons in the saloon. Even Inez seemed to be staring at the doors after the duo had taken leave of the room. Like the rest of the men at the table, Inez was also wearing the same blank expression.
"You know something," Inez remarked as she stepped out from behind the bar. "Their kids will be dysfunctional but peppy."
"Absolutely." Said Ezra.
"Yep." Nodded Buck.
"Uh huh." Vin mused.
"Let's play cards." Josiah retorted.
"Mr Larabee." Mary Travis mumbled as she rubbed the sleep out of her eyes after opening her front door and finding him standing before her. When she had first heard the knock from her bedroom, Mary was immediately gripped by the worst suspicions. She did not even bother becoming dressed, content to cover her bare shoulders with a shawl before hurrying downstairs, in barefoot. No one woke anyone up at Four Corners at this time of night unless something was wrong.
Unfortunately, nothing was wrong and no one was hurt, at least not yet.
"I know you're planning to go to the reservation on your own at first light." Chris announced before she even had the chance to fully wake up.
Mary winced and released a groan of annoyance. Unfortunately, her reaction made it impossible to lie to him and Mary decided begrudgingly, she would not even bother. Besides, she was a terrible liar and he was just too good at detecting people who did. With great dignity, Mary took a deep breath and responded, "I am assuming your presence at my doorstep at this hour is to tell me otherwise?"
"Actually," Chris replied with a hint of smugness on his handsome face. "If I can't stop you from going then I might as well go with you and make sure you don't get into any trouble."
Mary bristled at that remark. She resented the fact that he felt she required his protection and she really hated that he knew what she had been planning since he was absolutely correct. Mary had intended riding out early this morning. After the Seven's reaction in the saloon, Mary thought a stealthy departure from Four Corners was definitely in order. Mary had thought she knew most of Chris Larabee's habits, in particular his habit of not waking up before noon. It had been her intention to sneak away before he had any idea that she was gone. However, it now looked as if she had been outwitted on this particular point.
Mary glared at him through narrowed eyes, deciding that it was not worth the trouble losing her temper with him at this hour of the morning. It would avail her nothing. He would just take her abuse with little more than a shrug and then do what he wished anyway. It was simpler to just concede defeat this time. "All right," Mary growled as she turned around and walked up the hallway. "Just get in here and make coffee while I get dressed."
He watched her go upstairs, her silky blond hair trailing behind her as she ascended the flight of steps. Even in this dishevelled state, she looked beautiful and realised what a sight she must have been to her husband when he first woke. For a moment, some rather tasteless images flashed through his mind and he reminded himself that he was here on business. "Grow up." He said under his breath and decided that coffee was a good idea.
A cold shower would have even been better.
Mary lived in the same building where she published the Clarion News. The front half of the house had been converted into a shop front and office for the newspaper while the rest of the house remained traditionally residential. He had come through the back door because he did not think it appropriate that he be seen with her at this hour. As it was, there was enough talk about her relationship with the seven, in particular with him, for Chris to desire protecting her reputation.
It was the first time he had used the back entrance and he was surprised what he had seen. There was a small patch of green behind the building that was enclosed by a paling fence. Although he could not imagine Mary on her knees, working in the garden, he supposed she must have. There were flowerbeds being coaxed into existence and the thick grass had to be tended to attain this level of lushness for the local climate. There was a swing on the back porch and Chris could imagine her sitting there alone, watching the sunset over the horizon.
The image of her sitting there alone did not sit well with Chris.
He entered the kitchen and noted that it was immaculately tidy with all the things' indicative of a woman's touch. Gingham curtains hung on the back kitchen window as he lit the stove and placed the kettle above the cast iron plate. He could smell flowers throughout the house and spied a small vase on the windowsill. Preparing the pot of coffee for the boiling water to come, Chris made certain that he returned everything to its place. It surprised him how much of his life with Sarah remained in his memory after so many years without her. She was always telling to put things away when he was done with it. A sad smile stole across his face when he remembered conversations about leaving his socks all over the house and teaspoons left on the kitchen table. Especially teaspoons left on the kitchen table.
Sarah really hated that.
After a while, Chris did it on purpose just to amuse himself and Sarah stopped being annoyed for that same reason. He took a deep breath in the quiet of Mary's kitchen, forcing away the painful emotions that usually followed memories of his wife.
"The kettle seems to have boiled." Mary remarked entering the kitchen to see steam flowing out of the spout.
Chris blinked and the emotions were forced away into that singular place where none of it could reach him. "That was fast." He replied, taking the kettle off the reddening plate. "Every woman I know usually takes hours to dress."
If the weather was consistent, it would be just as warm day as yesterday had been. Mary had taken this into account, wearing a riding cloak over a pale blue dress that Chris had seen her wear on occasion. Although her hair was brushed, it was still loose around her shoulders. He wondered if it would make any difference to her if Chris were to tell her that wearing her hair long made her look so much younger.
"I'm a quick change Mr Larabee." Mary said sarcastically, still unhappy at having his company forced on her. "I have too much to do, to waste time on spending all morning in front of a mirror."
"We could just forget about the whole idea." He suggested.
Mary gave him a cool look. "Nice try but you're going to have to do better than that to convince me to stay home."
Chris returned her aloof stare. " The day's just beginning, Mary."
To her credit, nothing Chris was able to say to Mary Travis throughout their trip to the reservation could persuade her to abandon her visit. Her determination made Chris wonder exactly what she saw in that curious oddity to fire her imagination with such intensity. He had seen her challenged before and it was one of the more attractive features about her but Chris had found but her reaction in this instance rather extreme, even for Mary. If he did not know better, he would say she was almost obsessed with the object.
It was mid morning when they finally arrived at the reservation and their presence in the village afforded no more than a passing interest to the locals. Chris had been a frequent visitor when Vin came to see Chano and Kojay. However, since the incident with Reverend Wolseley, the Indians had preferred to keep to themselves, lest there be a repeat of the cross-cultural disaster that had been Chano's and Claire Wolseley's marriage.
Although the natives were polite, it was obvious that they felt uncomfortable with Mary's presence in their village. Nothing inflamed the white man more than harm coming to one of his women and the Indians were well aware of the danger should anything befall Mary Travis in their presence. Vin Tanner had been barely able to stop a posse from burning down their village and the memory of the threat still lingered fresh in their minds.
Mary had some inkling to all this and so she allowed Chris to do most of the talking. She did not blame them for their fear although she was one of their strongest champions in town. Mary was a firm believer in Native American rights, understanding that they were here long before the first pilgrims had arrived. It disgusted her that their land had been stolen from them and they were now forced to reside wherever the US government had decided was an appropriate settlement. Her stance on the humane treatment of Indians had given rise to much hostility from some quarters of town.
"Good day Mrs Travis." The Indian chief Kojay greeted her after Chris had led her to the man's dwelling. The chief was aware of Mary Travis' reputation and the editorials she had written about them in the Clarion News. Part of the reason that relations between the village and Four Corners had gone smoothly before the Wolseley incident was due to her words in the paper.
"Good morning Chief." Mary smiled pleasantly. Although she had never met Kojay before, she knew without doubt that he was the leader of the settlement. He was a wizened old man that looked almost seventy. Instinct told her that he was probably older for Indians held their age well.
"Chris has told me that you wish to ask me something." Kojay responded. He was sitting on the ground before a small fire, warming something unidentifiable in an earthenware pot. Mary dropped to her knees so she could look him in the eye when she asked her questions. For an Indian chief, it was the least she could do to show her respect for his position.
"Yes," she nodded, reaching into her pocket. "I wanted to know if you have seen anything like this."
Mary produced the pendant and allowed Kojay to take it from her for examination. His eyes widened as he studied it and Mary caught the look of surprise in his eyes as he cast his gaze upon the object. She glanced at Chris who had not missed the expression on Kojay's face either.
"May I ask where you found this?" Kojay asked neutrally when he met her gaze a few seconds later.
"I bought it at an antique store in Bitter Creek." Mary answered automatically. "The owner said he purchased it from an old Indian." She waited to see if he would offer any insight into the objects origin but he remained silent, studying the object from several angles.
"Do you know what it is?" She asked again, wondering if he was being evasive on purpose.
"I know that it is a relic of the Old Ones." Kojay finally answered. His response seemed reluctant somehow.
Chris could tell immediately that there was more to it. Without knowing how he knew, Chris was certain that Kojay was lying. He knew exactly what it was.
"Old Ones?" Chris asked. Suddenly, he could see Mary's interest in all this. Mary Travis was a journalist and like every one of them he had ever come across, they were all afflicted with the same insatiable curiosity. This trinket with its enigmatic designs and non-existent origin must have been a tantalising mystery not only for a journalist but also for a woman like Mary, who thrived on solving the unknown.
"The Old Ones who made the crossing from the old lands." Kojay replied after a moment. "They came before the white man, even before our people. When I was a boy, we used to find their cities, scattered across the land. They are mostly gone now, your people have seen to it." There was no bitterness in his voice when he said that just a sad acknowledgement of the way things were.
"How do you know this is one of theirs?" Mary inquired. "Have you seen anything like it?"
"Some of them bury their dead underground," Kojay explained, searching through the decades to a memory so old that it almost predated his lifetime. "Under giant mounds of earth. When I was child, my father and I discovered one of these burial places. The dead were buried with personal belongings. I saw many things that had these design upon it." He pointed to the staring eyes. "This amulet is one of theirs."
"Amulet?" Mary had never considered that it could hold any religious significance. In retrospect however, she decided that it must have for the Indians were a spiritual people and their ancestors were mostly likely the same. "There's a Doctor Wetherill who lives a couple of hours from here. He is an authority on early Indian settlement. Perhaps he knows what tribe this came from."
"This should be laid to rest where it was found." Kojay said firmly, starting to see that Mary's interest was more than just passing. "It was not meant to be among the living."
"So you do know what it is." Chris replied, staring at the chief with hard eyes. With an instinct, he no longer questioned any more, his suspicion that Kojay was lying came back to him with greater intensity. The old man knew exactly what this amulet was but for some reason and Chris could not fathom why, he was afraid of it. However, if there was any question of danger to Mary because of this thing, Chris wanted to know and he wanted to know now.
Kojay shifted uncomfortably under the high powered gaze of Chris Larabee. Of the white men that he had met over the years, only one had the eyes with the obsidian cunning of the Coyote and that was Chris Larabee. Kojay knew nothing of the man's history but he knew enough to decide that this was not someone to cross under any circumstances. The illusion of civilisation he wore beneath the predatory gleam in his eyes was exactly that, a facade. The woman by her presence, held it in check, just barely.
"It is a thing of evil." Kojay finally admitted. "In my time, the symbol of the staring eyes was something we did not speak of. There are those who worship the staring eyes, those who kill for it. The amulet you carry belong to those who pray to its darkness. Destroy it before they find you."
"I don't think we need to worry about that." Mary said unafraid of his prophetic words. "Hardly anyone knows I have it and I don't intend to wear it around my neck for everyone to see. Besides, it a just a trinket. Why would anyone kill me for this thing?"
"You do not understand." Kojay replied quickly, looking at Chris so he would realise the danger even if this golden haired innocent did not. "Its worshippers still exist. They hide among us in silence, like the mountain lion that waits among the deer for the kill. I do not say this lightly. The amulet is dangerous. It will draw out its followers and it will bring them to you."
Chris said nothing to that but anything that placed Mary's life in danger was of concern to him. Personally, he did not believe in the superstition of Kojay's people but men have been known to do terrible things in the name of religion. This was no different from the Crusaders of a thousand years ago. Even if Kojay was right and these worshippers existed, the amulet had not been languishing in obscurity for some time. He doubted if it held anyone interest in this day and age.
"Even if they do exist, why would they come after me?" Mary countered. "This is a piece of seashell, nothing more. The stones are not precious, just some for of azurite. While they might object to me owning it, I would doubt they would go to any trouble if its just an amulet."
Something flashed in Kojay's eye at the moment and this time Chris did not intend to let it go. This was more than just a religious relic Mary had stumbled upon, Chris was certain of it now. "All right," he inhaled deeply, showing the older man that he no longer wished to hear any more ghost stories but the truth. "Exactly what is this amulet to these followers?"
"The ways of my people are steeped in traditions you cannot understand." Kojay shook his head, wrestling with his conscience over his next course of action. He was chief and as chief he was keeper of a thousand mysteries passed on to him by his father and his forefathers as far back as the ancestors and the Old Ones. These were tales spoken among chiefs and medicine men. It was not to be divulged to outsiders and certainly not to gun slinging white men and their outspoken women. However, the woman had found the amulet, which meant it was likely she had already bonded with it. Once the process had begun there was no turning back. She had a right to know, even if she did not believe.
"Our legends speak of Three Worlds." He began speaking and could immediately see Chris Larabee coming to the conclusion that Kojay was just telling him another ghost story. The Indian ignored his misconception because the woman was listening closely and in this drama, it was she who held the power without awareness. "There is the Upper World where our spirits ascend after our death. There is our world in which we exist now and there is the Under World, where all the dark and terrible resides. There has been conflict between the Upper World and the Under World for as long as we have lived. They battle for dominance over one another."
"This is their battleground." Mary whispered suddenly, a forgotten memory clicking into place. "We are of This World."
Kojay's astonishment was apparent. "Yes," He nodded, staring at her in wonder. "That is what we call it. How did you know?"
"I didn't sleep well the night before." Mary mused, her mind swirling in the uncertain memories of that night and the dreams that had pursued relentlessly throughout her sleep. She had remembered little of it until this moment when Kojay started speaking of worlds. "I dreamt I was crawling through the dark and when I reached the sun someone told me that I was the first."
Now Chris was really starting to become worried. He believed in things tangible that could be fought, not shadows and dreams that required more than he was capable of understanding. "That's it." He said firmly. "We're burying that thing!"
"No, you are not." Mary said with such force in her voice it was almost a physical blow. "Ever since I saw it, I can't seem to get it out of my mind. I won't get rid until I know why."
"Mary," Chris pulled her up gently by the shoulders, so that she could see how serious he was about this. "This is starting to affect your judgement. If it is the reason for your bad dreams then the smartest thing to do now, would be to pull back."
There was genuine concern in his eyes, that and a great deal more. Suddenly, it became clear to how just how deep his feelings ran and Mary realised how it would affect him if anything should happen to her. Under normal circumstances, she might have given in but not this time. The amulet had come to her for a reason. She was sure of it now. Mary could not turn her back on it until she learned what that reason was. "Mr Larabee," Mary swallowed, steadying herself for the protest. "I have to see this through."
"Your friend is right." Kojay intervened, lending the weight of his support to Chris's arguments. "The danger is increasing. Those who worship the staring eyes mean to shift the balance between the two worlds. I do not know how or when but that amulet is connected to the ritual that weakens the boundaries of the two. Our legends speak of the Falcon armies burying Uktena's tools for the uncreation from its worshippers. You have found one piece, do not pursue this and uncover the others."
Mary retrieved the amulet from Kojay's hand and walked away from both of them. Chris stared after her, wondering what to do. Part of him refused to believe any of this. He believed in things he could see and touch, not legends and half-spoken truths. However, Kojay's words had the ominous distinction of reaching that part of him that did not use his mind to form decisions. Against all better judgement, Chris could not help believing the man's story.
"She is a strong willed woman." Kojay remarked, realising that Mary would not this rest whatever the consequences to herself.
"You have no idea." Chris sighed, following her.
She was back.
In a flurry of disjointed images swirling in on her, she recognised the initial stage of her descent into the dreamscape. None of it frightened or confused her, for this was nothing new. There was a certain peace that fell over her in the knowledge that she made this journey already. Still whatever the details, they were unimportant.. Nothing was, once the journey had begun. The only thing of importance she had to remember was to follow it to its inevitable end.
A hot wind blew across her cheek, snapping her out of her lapse. The light of a whole new world seemed to flash in her eyes for a few seconds. She blinked once, so that she could see clearly. Everything about this place was new and yet familiar At times, she saw recognition in a patch of earth or in the groove of a hill. It was probably the mystery of the realm that kept her so enamoured. It strengthened its power over her because she craved the unknown.
She always saw the sky first and it was the sky that mesmerised her the most. It was blue.
For most of her life, in a memory that no longer existed, she knew without doubt she had awakened to the sight of sky, warmed with the amber of perpetual twilight. The stark brilliance of a blue sky always took her breath away,
for there was something mesmerising about this unnatural colour. Blue was a colour for oceans and frozen icescapes, certainly not for a sky.
Still, it was only one enigma of many in this place. When she looked at the landscape, gold ran across the plains, disappearing into hills that slowly shifted to a more familiar green. Colour was so new to her, it exuded warmth and life. It whispered promises of things unformed of dreams unrealised. She did not feel the aching cold in her limbs when she remembered the other place. The existence before seemed far away when she looked at the golden stalks standing majestically in the sunlight, proud and defiant against the wind that was gently coaxing them to bend.
They gave off a peculiar odour, unfamiliar yet strangely soothing. In some distant memory, an ember of recognition sparked, but its light was so faint that it disappeared before she could even sense where to look for it. Tiny grains of pollen, carried along by the breeze, danced in the air. She could hear the cacophony of graceful white creatures sailing across the sky with their melodic voices.
She often wondered how this place came to be. How it could exist in his dreams when she knew nothing of the like in her memories?. Was it a vision conjured by the fabric of her psyche? Was everything here a missing piece to a symbolic puzzle she had been unable to decipher? She did not know. Yet, being here made him feel safe. It instilled within her with a sense of power she had never known. Here she was supreme, a woman who stood her ground in the face of a new frontier. The voices had told her she was the first, she wondered when the others would arrive..
Suddenly, there was a visible shift in the temperature. The trouble with a blue sky, she decided, was that when it grew cold, it seemed more grey than blue. Above him, the white clouds had become that an ominous grey that reminded him of ash. The wind's breath grew more bated, turning quickly into a gust. The pollen dancers stirred violently by the rising gale, broke from their graceful tapestry to scurry frantically in all directions..
The sound of the first impact made her drop to her knees. Finely honed instincts, no matter how apprehensive, forced her to act. Looking up at the sky, she saw them come, swooping in for another pass. They were like shadows moving across the sky and when they flew overhead, she heard them screech in manic fury. She could never see them clearly enough to identify what these winged assailants were. She only knew that they set the golden field ablaze with fire. That they were terrible, there was no doubt. The beautiful white birds lay on the charred ground. Their white feathers darkened by ash and dust.
The explosions pushed earth and billowing smoke into the air. The aroma she knew became toxic with thickening smoke. Her eyes began to water and the heat started to tickle her skin. She wanted to wake up and leave this nightmare. She wanted to be away before this beautiful place disintegrated into further carnage but she could not leave yet.
There was a moment of pain and she felt the life drain out of her body like her blood draining into a cup. The next thing she knew, she was staring at her own body on the charred ground. Her dead eyes were staring into the darkening sky with vacant blue eyes while her golden hair became matted with blood. Crimson streaks ran across her cheeks, intermingling with dirt and drying tears. Her face wore an expression of confusion more than anything else. Death had caught her by surprise. The killing wound was in her chest. Charred flesh sizzled with blood as she lay outstretched.
Mary Travis started to scream.....
Someone was in her house.
She woke up from her nightmare, hearing the distant sounds of movement emanating from the lower floor of her house. For a moment, she thought she was still dreaming but when she heard the sounds of footsteps against the wooden floorboards Mary knew she was very much awake. She listened closely for a minute, trying to guess where in her house these intruders actually were. After a few seconds of shuffling feet and hearing drawers being pulled open, Mary guessed they were still on the lower floor of the house. They had yet to make it up the stairs. Although she was frightened of being discovered, Mary knew she had little choice. To remain in her bed was to invite capture and she was not willing to submit to that under any circumstances. Taking a deep breath, Mary calmed her racing heart, still pounding from the effects of her nightmare to deal with this new threat.
Her life had really become very complicated lately.
Climbing out from under her sheets, she tiptoed quietly across the carpeted floor towards the door. Peering through the narrow crack, she could see shadows moving against the wall above the staircase. With a sinking feeling, she knew she could not make it out the front door without being seen. She made a mental note to keep her shotgun upstairs instead of the office, since it was now of little use to her. Mary knew she did not have much time. She could not gamble that her intruders would not come upstairs. Judging by all the noise they were making, they were definitely searching form something. It would not be long before they expanded the search to include the upper floor of the building.
Looking around, she grabbed her shawl and decided the window was the only way to escape left to her. As she crossed the floor of the room, the floorboards beneath her feet heaved in betrayal and produced some soft but unfortunately, audible creaks that alerted her intruders to her escape attempt. The footsteps immediately became loud and thundered across the house beneath her. Mary let out a short squeal of fright and grabbed the amulet on her dresser as she ran to the window.
Mary was half way through when she heard the intruders running up the stairs. Terrified, she climbed all the way out and slammed the window down hard after her. The roof of her front porch was built at an angle and Mary had to watch her footing as she ran across the corrugated sheet of steel to find a suitable place to dismount. It was at least nine feet drop to the ground and Mary felt her stomach flutter just thinking she would have to jump.
Glass shattered behind her and Mary turned around enough to see a dark form starting to emerge from the broken window of her bedroom. Deciding she had no choice, Mary hurried to the edge of the roof and took a deep breath, mindful that there was now someone only a matter of feet behind her. She looked at the green grass of her garden and hoped that it was as soft as it looked. Without further thought, she stepped off the edge and plunged downwards.
Mary landed badly, feeling her ankle pop in protest when she landed. The pain caught her by surprise and she let out soft cry. However, she had little time to recover for she heard the footsteps across the steel roof above her and that compelled her to stand. Fortunately, her ability to move told Mary she had not broken her foot. Yet as she took a step forward, she felt spasms of pain shooting up her leg. Biting down hard, Mary ignored the agony that coursed through her and limped painfully towards the side gate that would take her to the main street. Although it was in the small hours of the morning, she could hear the faint sounds of life emanating from the saloon.
She heard a thud behind her and without looking, knew that her pursuer had jumped from the roof and was now on the ground with her. Mary felt tears in her eyes as she tried to control the pain in her ankle as she forced herself to run. Bursting through the gate, she began picking up speed as she heard his footsteps grow louder behind her. She glanced over her shoulder and saw the tall figure crossing the garden and coming straight at her. Her injury was going to let him catch her before she could reach safety. Mary looked around and saw a shovel leaning against the fence. Without thinking twice, she picked up tool and swung it around hard just as the stranger reached her.
It connected with his face. He barely had time to utter a cry as he fell backwards from the force of the impact. She was certain she heard the awful crunch of bone as metal made abrupt contact with flesh. Seeing him go down, Mary threw the shovel aside and continued running because she was certain he was not alone and she was not equip to deal with both of them. She ran onto the street and headed towards the lights of the saloon, praying that some of the seven was present.
"Mary!" Inez exclaimed as she saw Mary burst into the saloon, wearing only her night-gown and a shawl. Immediately, the Mexican emerged from behind the counter as well as some of seven who were present at the time. Buck Wilmington reached her first and Mary immediately took his arm for support, so she could remove the pressure off her injured foot.
"What happened Mrs Travis?" Vin Tanner inquired, worry etched in his face as he took her other arm while Ezra pulled a chair for her.
"Someone is in my house!" Mary exclaimed frantically as she tried to regain her breath. She looked around the room for Chris but he was nowhere to be seen. Although disappointed, she was glad that at least three of the seven were present.
"Come on Buck," Vin turned to Buck once he had helped Mary sit down. "Let's go check it out."
"Right." The big man nodded and the two of them hurried out of the room, amidst the faces staring at her with concern. "Ezra, you stay and make sure no one followed her here."
"Are you all right?" Inez asked as Ezra placed his coat around Mary's bare shoulders.
"I'm fine." She said breathlessly, taking the glass of whisky Inez handed her. She drank the liquid down in one gulp, allowing it to settle her nerves with its overpowering taste. In the meantime, Ezra was ushering people out the door, citing that it was time to call it a night to the more persistent drinkers. After a few minutes however, the three of them were alone and Mary felt confident enough to elaborate on her nocturnal experience. "I woke up a few minutes ago when I heard them moving around downstairs."
"How did you get out?" Inez asked, knowing Mary's bedroom was on the top floor of the building.
"I went out the window and jumped." Mary said sheepishly and gestured to her injured foot.
"You jumped Mrs Travis?" Ezra looked at her with a mixture of surprise and horror. "You could have injured yourself severely."
"What else was she supposed to do?" Inez retorted sarcastically. "Stay there and let them murder her!"
"Of course not." Ezra gave her a dirty look. "I merely suggested that Mrs Travis might have broken her neck."
"Please," Mary interrupted before this got out of hand. "I'm alright now. I just sprained my ankle."
"I'll go get Nathan." Ezra replied. "Are you two ladies going to be alright?"
"We'll be fine." Inez said boldly.
When he had gone, Mary remembered the amulet she was clutching in her hands. She looked at the artifact in her palm and suddenly remembered Kojay's words to her. "I think they came for this."
"That was just a story Mary," Inez replied, not wanting to think that anything about Kojay's outrageous story could be true. She had listened in when Chris Larabee had related the warning the Indian chief had delivered to Mary. Although he was sceptical about its truth, Inez had seen enough concern in Chris' eyes to pray that he was right. "Nobody except us knew you had this thing."
Mary was not about to believe that. "He said they were all around us, that they were drawn to it." The more she thought about it, the more Mary was convinced that the men in her house were looking for her amulet. She had heard them going through drawers and cupboards and was further inclined to believe that they had a purpose deeper than robbery in mind for invading her home.
Suddenly gunshots rang out through the air and both women jumped. Inez left Mary and hurried to the batwing doors. The shots had come from across the street and Mary knew instinctively that the weapons belonged to Vin and Buck, engaging the intruders in her home. Her heart clenched at the thought that either of them might have been injured.
"Can you see anything?" Mary asked, not realising she was holding her breath until she had spoken.
Inez did not speak for a moment as she peered through the doors watching the street outside intently. Mary was suddenly glad that Chris was not here. At least she knew he was not in danger. Suddenly, Mary saw Inez's shoulder slacken like she had just let out a sigh of relief. Inez stepped back from the doors as Vin and Buck returned. Although she kept her face hidden from him, Mary saw that the grateful look in Inez's eyes at Buck's safe return.
"What happened?" Mary asked impatient for news.
"They won't be bothering you anymore ma'am." Vin said first and that told Mary that her intruders were dead. "We found one of them on the street and the other in the house."
"I didn't kill him when I hit with a shovel did I?" Mary was almost afraid to ask. Although she would do anything to protect herself if required, Mary had never actually taken a life before. She was not ready for this to be the first time.
"No," Buck shook his head. "He came to and went after Vin with a knife." He explained, sitting down. He need not elaborate that he was the one who had shot the man. The other one had been n the house and was armed. Buck hated to think what would have happened to Mary if she had not escaped from the house. Chris would never forgive himself if anything happened to Mary Travis while he was out of town.
"They were looking for your amulet ma'am." Vin said firmly.
Mary had expected that even though she did not voice it. "Who were they?"
"Indians," the tracker replied. "And they both had tattoos on their arms."
Mary looked at him puzzled. "Tattoos?"
Vin did not look away when he answered. "Ma'am, their tattoos were staring eyes."
"How do you always talk me into these things?" Inez asked, as Four Corners became distant in the horizon behind them.
"Easy," Mary threw her a mischievous grin. "I asked."
"I know you asked," Inez declared with exasperation clearly in her voice. "You ask me to do these crazy things with you and I just agree to it, even though I know it is insane. You should be at home, resting that foot of yours, not gallivanting across the country side to god knows where." Inez paused a moment and then added. "Where we are we going?"
"To see a Doctor Isaac Wetherill." Mary answered as she snapped Homer's reins to make the horse hasten his pace. As it was, they were moving briskly away from Four Corners, but Mary wanted to cover as much ground as possible before lunch. It was a beautiful morning and there did not seem to be a cloud in the sky. It was a good day for travelling.
For once, she had managed to sneak away without Chris Larabee or the whole of Four Corners knowing what she was planning. After last night, Mary was more determined than ever to get to the bottom of this escalating situation with the amulet. "He was a rancher until he discovered these ancient ruins on his property. Since then, he has become a sort of authority on ancient Indian cultures in this region."
"Well that makes sense." Inez said dubiously. "Ezra is never going to let me hear the end of this you know." She looked at Mary critically. "I was suppose to keep an eye on you while they went to the reservation with the bodies."
"I know." Mary said quietly. She did not want to think about the events of last night or the two men who had broken into her house. However, their appearance proved that what Kojay had told her was true. Her amulet may be a thing of evil. If it was that, there had to be a way of disposing of it without playing right into the hands of those who wanted it to fulfil some terrible prophecy. She had a feeling that Kojay did not know as much as he believed.
She had to hope that Doctor Wetherill would be different.
"You still be dreaming about it?" Inez asked.
Reluctantly, Mary had to say yes. "I don't know what any of these dreams mean, whether or not it's the amulet or some subconscious fear I have that it might more that it seems."
"Those men who broke into your house certainly believe it." The Mexican remarked. "They must have seen you with the thing when you were at the village. There can be no other explanation for how they knew."
"Agree," Mary nodded when an unpleasant thought came to her. "Unless, they dreamed I had it."
The thought made them both fall silent. For a moment, both women felt a cold shiver run down their spines. However, Mary forced such thoughts away, knowing how easy it was to let fear dictate her actions. For too long, she had relied upon others to solve whatever crisis came tumbling into her life. No more. This was her quest, her grail and she was going to deal with it without Chris Larabee treating her like a child. It was pointless being afraid of shadowy suppositions when there were more tangible dangers to be found.
"Let's assume for a moment that they were at the reservation." Mary stated, deciding to look at this logically. "They know where I live or if they didn't then, they sure do now. They would also know that Chris would protect me because they saw me with him but they still sent only two men to my house. I get the impression that there aren't many of these followers around. They may not be able to spare the men or at the time, didn't think they would have any trouble stealing an amulet from a woman."
Inez considered her words but found the flaw in the theory. "Are you sure it was the amulet they were after?"
Mary looked at her. "Why yes," she retorted. "What else would they want? You saw the place afterwards. They tore my house apart searching for it."
Inez could not disagree with her on that point for Mary's house had been ransacked thoroughly. Mary had almost been brought to tears by the state of her home. It was to some comfort that her intruders had not reached the second floor of the house. They had torn upholstery, ripped pictures from the frame and dislodged every drawer in the house searching for the amulet without success.
"I know," Inez found herself nodding. However, she had instincts of her own. Despite their attempts at deductive reasoning, none of this truly made any sense. It was dark when Mary escaped her bedroom, how would the intruder know she had the amulet on her person? Why make themselves vulnerable by pursuing her? Inez forced away the darker possibilities from her mind because she did not want to frighten her friend. Even though it sometimes felt as if Mary might need a good scare to snap her out of this adventurous streak that had all the signs of disaster.
Inez was just glad that she was not in town when Chris Larabee found out they were gone.
"Goddamn!" Chris Larabee swore loudly when he heard the news.
The seven had just returned from the reservation where they had taken the bodies of the men shot dead in Mary's house the night before. Chano and Kojay identified the men as being from part of the village but were astonished that they were part of the cult that worshipped the staring eyes. Kojay seemed sincere in his denial that he knew such men existed in his tribe although he was unsurprised that the emergence of the amulet had drawn them out. Chris had returned to his property after leaving Mary in Four Corners the night before. When he heard Vin's horse in the early hours of the morning, Chris had expected trouble. Even though he had not seen the widow, Vin had assured him Mary was in good hands as they rode off to rendezvous with the others.
He should have known that there was no such thing where Mary was concerned.
"I'm sorry Chris," Ezra said genuinely apologetic. They had arrived at the saloon and found Mary and Inez were nowhere to be found. Upon further investigation, JD had learnt Mary's wagon and horse Homer was no longer in the livery. "I thought she'd be safe here with Inez."
"I swear she does this just to piss me off!" Chris swore with uncharacteristic emotion that drew amazed expressions from the others present. "Its like she sits up at night and dreams up way to make my life a living hell!"
"Chris," Buck cleared his throat. "I'm sure that's not true." He was trying very hard not to smile but he felt he ought to come to the defence of the lady. Still, it was satisfying to see Chris in such rare form. However, he supposed if there was anything could drive Chris Larabee to distraction, Buck had to concede it would be Mary Travis. No matter how hard Chris tried, she was the one random element in his life that he was powerless to control.
"Of course it's true!" Chris shouted, storming past the tall cowboy towards the doors of the saloon. "Right now, she's out there with Inez, thinking of ways to drive me insane!"
"Chris where are you going?" Vin called out.
"To find a goddamn archaeologist!" He shouted as he disappeared out the saloon.
"This is absolute amazing." Doctor Isaac Wetherill declared from behind his magnifying glass. For an archaeologist, Wetherill was not what Mary had expected. She had pictured a wizened old man with thick glasses, trapped in a library and surrounded by dusty old books. However, the man she met now looked nothing like that at all. Doctor Wetherill was in his late forties but he had the look of a man used to spending much of his time under the hot sun. His skin was creased and tanned and his hair was bleached from the extended exposure to sun.
"So you know what it is?" Mary asked hopefully. They had been fortunate to find Doctor Wetherill at home. He was in between digs and normally spent most of his time commuting from one site to another. Wetherill had been more than happy to study the relic and even more fascinated once he discovered it was a genuine find from an ancient site.
"It's definitely Mississipian in origin." He explained, putting the magnifying glass down on his bench. His study was decorated in objects not too dissimilar from the amulet Mary had found. However, the tone of his artefacts, did not seem as sinister as the amulet. They were very ordinary in nature, being vases, pots and other domestic tools. There were earthenware statues and carved idols that looked artistic in a pagan sort of way.
"Mississipian?" Inez asked, knowing absolutely nothing about archaeology even though she came from a culture with a prominent ancient civilisation.
"Yes," Wetherill nodded, turning the object over while he continued his inspection. "They were mound dwellers whose primary location happened to be along Rocky Mountain foothills. They were prominent in the area from the period of 800 to 1500 AD and then suddenly just before the arrival of Columbus, they disappeared. They were eventually replaced by the modern Indian tribes or in some cases evolved, depending on which school of theory you subscribe to. However, they were not known for using seashell. Most of the shell deposits have been located in the flat lands before Ouachita Mountains. We believe they travelled to the sea by way of the Arkansas River and then the Mississippi."
"I wonder what happened to them." Mary mused, wondering if her mysterious followers of the staring eyes had anything to do with it.
"It's a mystery that not even we can solve." Wetherill said sadly. "We hypothesise with what we are given and sometimes that is not a lot. Archaeology is an inexact science. Our theories change with each new discovery. As to this little piece," he took a deep breath and searched the relevant memory. "Some years ago, I came across the Anasazi who had these legends about the Three Worlds."
"The Upper, Under and This World." Mary spoke up, so that he would not feel the need to explain.
Wetherill looked at her impressed. "You are very insightful Mrs Travis." He said with admiration. "Apparently the Upper and Under Worlds are in constant battle for dominance and each side sometimes rally forces from This World to fight their battles. Originally all humans came from the Under World and their creation legend has them crawling through a great tunnel of darkness leaving behind all the trappings of their previous existence."
Mary felt her stomach lurch, suddenly remembering what she had been dreaming since she had come into possession of the amulet. Crawling through black on her hands and knees, searching for the light that would bring her to the surface of a new place. His words reflected her dreams so accurately; it made her blood run cold.
"Are you all right?" Inez asked concerned, not missing how pale she had suddenly become.
"Yes I'm fine." Mary nodded. "Please," she looked at Doctor Wetherill who wearing a similar expression of worry. "Continue."
"Of course," he nodded a little confused. "Uktena which is the Lord of the Underworld was unhappy by the creation of This World and has been trying to shift the balance between the Upper and Under World to destroy what lies between. Thousands of years ago, a Shaman in the service of Uktena was said to have created talismans to weakens the barrier between the Worlds and he rallied his worshippers to perform the ritual that would make that happen."
"Obviously it did not." Inez pointed out.
"No," Wetherill replied. "The Sun God was said to have sent his Falcon Warriors who destroyed the worshippers and scattered the talismans of across the world." He eyed the amulet critically and then looked up at Mary with concern. "This was a story I heard from a Medicine man who was ancient even by time I met him 20 years ago. I've never seen anything that might corroborate his story. The talismans if they existed were buried so deep that it is absolutely taboo to speak of them among the elders who are the only ones who are aware of their existence. However," he took a deep breath, regarding the object in his hand. "I do know they can be identified by the staring eyes of Uktena."
"These worshippers," Mary said grimly. "I believe they still exist. Last night, someone broke into my house to steal that amulet. I think they've been waiting for a long time for that to surface and I think they want to carry out the ritual."
Wetherill did not like the idea of that at all. "Madam, its superstition." He declared, sounding as if he was trying to convince himself more than her. "These are tales the Indians tell around the campfire when they tire of the white man's atrocity. They have no basis in fact."
"The existence of Christ and our god have no basis in fact," Inez stated firmly, refusing to believe this was all in their heads. "Yet we believe in them. We go to church on Sunday and we pray for forgiveness when we sin because our faith tells us they exist. Can it not be the same for others as well?"
It was an argument that impossible to debate and wisely Wetherill chose against doing so. "The Medicine Man came from a tribe that is only about an hours ride from here. I first came across them when they took up residence in one of the old sites. They're mostly nomadic but they come back occasionally. I don't suggest you go there now but if maybe if they sees this," he held up the amulet. "They might be willing to talk."
He did not seem very hopeful but Mary was not ready to give up yet. She knew Inez wanted to go back to Four Corners but Mary did not relish the dressing down she was going to get when she reached the town. Undoubtedly Chris would be unhappy at her sudden departure and she hated it when he was right because she was being irresponsible to a certain degree. Still, the amulet was not done revealing its secrets and she could not let the matter rest. In conclusion to her inquiries, Mary made Wetherill show her the location of the Indian site where she could find the Medicine Men.
"We've taken enough of your time." Mary said rising to her feet. Her foot still ached but the pain had diminished to a dull throb that was tolerable now. "Thank you for your assistance." She smiled warmly at the man.
Wetherill stood for the two lovely women and handed the amulet back to Mary somewhat reluctantly. Mary could understand his hesitation, knowing that a find like this was hard to give up. She was sorry she could not leave the amulet with him for further study but she was certain he understood her quest. "These are dangerous times my dears," he regarded both Inez and Mary. "Please take my advice and forget this idea of going to the cliff dwellings. You certainly will not make it back to Four Corners before dark and I dread to think what could happen to you."
"Oh don't worry," Inez said with confidence she did not feel because she knew that look in Mary's eyes and she also knew they would not be paying any heed to this learned man's warnings. "If I were to venture a guess, I think our guardians will find us sooner than we think." Inez gave Mary a sarcastic look, which cried 'you know who I am talking about'.
"Come on Inez." Mary frowned wishing Inez was not such a pessimist sometimes. She always thought that Mexican women were supposed to full of beans. At least that's how Buck Wilmington put it. "We've got a lot of ground to cover."
He could not believe his luck.
Here he had men combing the town of Four Corners looking for the talisman and here comes Mary Travis, bold as you please, to ask his advice on the thing. All these years of shifting through dirt and sand, wasting endless hours, collecting trinkets that were of little use to him except for their limited monetary value. All this time, waiting for the moment when Uktena's promise to him would finally be fulfilled.
He had not hoped to begin the ceremony for at least a day or two but now that she was riding into his trap with the talisman in hand, the opportunity to move things along was too good to resist.
Tonight, the balance would be restored and Isaac Wetherill would sit at Uktena's right hand as a prince of the Under World.
"This is bad idea." Inez repeated for the fifth time. She did so every time she looked to the sky and saw the sun inching closer towards the western horizon. The warm July heat was waning and soon the cool of nightfall would be upon them. Inez did not relish being out in the wilderness after sunset. The Territory was a dangerous place at the best of times but for two women on their own; Inez shuddered to think what could happen. Suddenly, she wished Buck and the others were here.
Good lord, she must have been afraid to wish for Buck.
"You said that already." Mary said wearily, shaking her head in resignation that she would have to put up with this until they turned back to Four Corners. Considering she had no intention of doing so, this was going to be a long trip to find the Medicine Man.
"I know I did," Inez repeated hotly. "But this time I really mean it. This is a bad idea. In fact, of all the ideas you have today, this one could be considered the very worst."
"Inez," Mary said taking the same tone of voice that she used with Billy when he was arguing with her over the necessity of eating his vegetables or washing up before supper. "I'll just go and see if anyone is there, ask a few questions and we'll get going. I swear."
Inez looked at her sceptically. "You said that when we went to see Doctor Wetherill."
Unfortunately, Mary could do little to convince her otherwise. As their journey progressed, leaving behind the lush plains of farming land to a dry, dusty terrain with crags of rock instead of loamy soil beneath Homer's hooves, Mary started to think that perhaps this was not such a good idea after all. She began to realise that it was unlikely that they would make it back to Four Corners before dark and she did not want to think of what await her when she got there.
He is going to be so mad at her.
She could just imagine all the things he would say to her while wearing that superior look of indifference on his face, even though they both knew just how much he cared for her. Mary was not blind to his attentions and she knew that some day her own feelings with Chris Larabee would have to be addressed. However, he had this idea that she ought to listen to his every word like the rest of the seven and that was a situation Mary was never going to accept. Still, it felt nice to know that she had the same power to drive him crazy that he often did to her.
In any case, despite her reservations about continuing their journey, Mary said nothing to Inez. The Mexican had opted to fume silently beside her but as of yet had not demanded that they turned back. For all of Inez's complaints, Mary was starting to suspect that there was a reluctant curiosity on her best friend's part that wanted to know the secrets behind the amulet as much as she needed to solve its mystery.
"His name is Wetherill." Chris replied as Vin, Buck and Ezra rode out of town towards Doctor Wetherill's estate. It had required some hours in Mary's files to find that information but Chris knew she must had the information somewhere to know that the man was an archaeologist. Considering the amount of disarray her office was in after her unexpected guests the night before, Chris did not think she would mind if he went through them in search of the elusive Doctor Wetherill.
"You think Mary went to see him?" Buck asked gingerly. He could tell that Chris was still furious that Mary and Inez had taken off without the benefit of an escort or telling anyone for that matter. Chris was quiet at the best of times but he was in the filthy mood usually reserved for severe hangovers or when he was confronted with questions about Sarah and Adam.
"She mentioned him when we were talking to Kojay." Chris said quietly. The Wetherill farm was at least two hours ride away but it was not soon enough for Chris. There was no telling how much jeopardy Mary was capable of placing herself, whenever she suffered this reckless streak of hers.
"I still cannot believe Inez was convinced to accompany Mrs Travis on such an ill advised course of action." Ezra found himself saying. Normally, Inez was one of the most responsible people he had ever known. If it were not for the woman, Ezra was certain the saloon would have fallen to pieces long ago.
"They're strong women." Vin remarked. Although his relationship with Inez was platonic, Vin considered her one of his closest friends and he knew she felt the same.
"Stubborn is more like it." Buck retorted. "The last time they got together, they burned down that old house on the hill. It's the whole independence thing, you know. Lady bartenders and newspaperwomen, they're coming out of the woodwork. Next thing you know, women will be taking over everything and they'll only need us for the breeding."
The others said nothing and merely stared at him for a moment.
"What?" Buck exclaimed.
Vin turned to Chris. "You couldn't leave him in town?"
It was sobering to remember that most of the west had been occupied long before the arrival of the wagon trains. The remnants of the previous culture still remained, negated perhaps by untenable relationship of the old inhabitants and the new settlers. Much had been destroyed because of the lack of understandings. Tribes had been wiped out by greedy land barons and ancient structures demolished to prepare the land for homesteading. However, a new consciousness was rising in the west, one that had nothing to do with its violent past or its rugged existence. Preservation had become the topic of the day and across the Territory, ancient relics were being found and restored.
As Inez and Mary approached the wall of rock before them, they could hear the rushing of a river not far away. The presence of green was hard to detect in this terrain of mostly rock and craggy layers of sedentary soil. However, the cliff had been home to a race once and whoever they had been might have become lost to the ages that came after but their city still remained, carved into a city of stone. With the setting sun behind them, the ancient city seemed eerie. Mary tried to picture the people that might have lived in those carve rooms who peered out their windows into a landscape untouched by any other. She felt sad knowing they were all gone.
"It doesn't look like anyone is around." Inez remarked.
Mary had to agree. The ruins seemed deserted and the only sounds to be heard where the nocturnal animals making their first tentative appearance for the evening. Mary pulled the wagon to a halt near a set of uneven stairs that led to a walkway that would take them to the heart of the abandoned city.
"I'm just going to take a quick look." Mary said to Inez as she proceeded up the degrading steps.
Inez was just as fascinated but she was not about to admit it. She had seen Aztec structures in Mexico but nothing quite like this. Despite herself, she felt a rising curiosity and wondered if she was starting to become influenced by Mary's insanity. "I'll come with you."
"Can you believe how much time it would have taken to carve this city?" Mary exclaimed as she observed the intricacy of the carving. She tried to imagine artisans and engineers hard at work, creating a city from an enormous slab of mountain.
"Well," Inez remarked. "Let's get it over with and get going." She looked up and saw the blanket of twilight trailing the amber sunset closely. "It's going to be dark soon."
"Inez, I sometimes think you lack a sense of adventure." Mary retorted as they reached the top of the steps and ambled along the path that appeared to be the main walkway through the city.
"I have all the adventure I need thanks to you." She smiled at Mary sarcastically. "I just hope we don't burn this place down too."
Mary paused and gave Inez a weary look. "Are you ever going to let me forget about that?"
"No." Inez grinned.
"I didn't think so." Mary sighed remembering that incident well, not to mention the day after. "Think of this way, at least we're not drunk this time."
"That's right," Inez nodded and another thought came to her. "I don't think I can handle Buck's sure fire remedy for hangovers."
Mary paused and stared at her sharply. "You mean you had the vile concoction too?"
"Yes," Inez wrinkled her nose in disgust, memories of that awful experience stabbing at her even now. "I was throwing up all day."
"That bastard!" Mary exclaimed with surprising vehemence. "He gave me the stuff and he knew!"
Inez did not even bothered to ask. "So tell me," Inez replied. "At what point are you two going to stop dancing around each other?"
Mary knew precisely what she meant of course because this conversation was an old one. Fortunately, she had the perfect rebuttal for Inez. "Oh about the same time you admit that you don't hate Buck as much you say you do."
Inez fell silent and considered the question. "Let's change the subject."
It was Mary's turned to smile. "I thought we might."
Suddenly, Mary saw someone emerge from the darkness of one of the crumbling doorways. He stepped out of the opening just as another emerged from a window behind them. Their appearance signalled the emergence of others and she heard Homer neighing in protest from the ground below. Looking down, she saw that there had been men hiding behind the cover of rocks and shrubs, having waited until she and Inez had left the wagon far behind before springing their obvious trap.
Without even seeing the tattoos, Mary knew they were worshippers of the staring eyes. Trapped on the narrow walkway, unable to go backward or forward, Mary met Inez's gaze with an expression of futility.
"Mrs Travis." The man in front of her stated. He was an Indian in his late thirties, who wore his hair long with an angry red bandanna tried across his forehead. It was the long blade tucked in his belt that Mary noticed most. "We have been waiting for you."
"What do you want?" Mary asked trying to display the bravery she did not feel at those ominous words.
"Where is it?" He asked as the others moved quickly to surround them. One of them was leading Homer away and Mary felt her heart sink as she saw her trusted horse disappearing beyond her line of sight. Mary instinctively reached for her pocket, knowing it was a mistake even before she did it. Immediately, the man stepped forward and Mary backed away, refusing to allow him to touch her. However, the man was not about to be denied of his price. He grabbed a handful of Mary's hair and yanked her forward viciously.
"Let her go!" Mary saw Inez stepped forward to help her only to be restrained by the men behind her, when one of them slipped an arm around her throat and held her in place.
"Give it to me!" He demanded viciously, leaving no doubt in Mary's mind what their fate would be if she refused.
Swallowing hard, Mary ignored his grip on her and fumbled for the amulet, hidden in the pocket within the folds of her skirt. She removed it almost hesitantly and the moment it saw the light of day, the man snatched it out of her hands. He regarded it almost lovingly, which only served to fuel Mary's fear as to what was going to be done with herself and Inez now that they had what they wanted.
"You have the amulet," she said nervously. "Please, let us go."
He looked up at her reluctantly drawing his gaze away from the artefact, as if her voice was an annoyance to be endured. Ignoring her question, he raised the amulet in the air for all to see. "It is time for Uktena!" He cried out. "It is time for a new beginning!" There was a gleam of maniacal fervour in his eyes that served only to terrify Mary and Inez.
They started chanting Uktena's name loudly, as if the amulet had empowered them to realise some religious fantasy.
"Let us go!" Mary cried out, demanding attention. The fear was starting to overcome her ability to think straight and now more than ever she wished she had not been so reckless in her decision to come here alone.
The man glared at her with bald hatred in his eyes. Something in his manner told her that his rage was not generalised but aimed at her personally. "We must endure your presence but not hers!" He said savagely and nodded to the man holding Inez.
Mary's eyes widened in horror as she saw the Indian holding Inez removed a Bowie knife from his belt and raised it to her neck.
"Please don't!" Mary implored the leader, trying to think of some way to help Inez before it was too late. The Mexican did not struggle although the terror in her eyes was apparent. Inez was too wilful to allow their captors the satisfaction of hearing her beg for her life.
"You said you must endure my presence!" Mary exclaimed, clutching at straws but unwilling to give up without a fight, no matter how desperate the situation. "That means you need me to co-operate! If you kill her, I will not help you, no matter what!"
"We do not require your consent for our ritual!" The leader sneered and nodded to his minion to continue. Mary saw Inez close her eyes tight, for she did not want to see the blade slicing her life away.
"You are performing a ritual!" Mary shouted, sounding as forceful as sure of herself as she was capable of acting. "Rituals require everything fall into place without deviation. You need me for your ritual and if I do not co-operate then it might harm your chances of bringing Uktena's world into This World!"
The possibility of failure caused him to hesitate and he paused a moment. Mary saw uncertainty creep into his eyes and held her breath as the millisecond ticked by where he weighed her words carefully. Finally, after an eternity, he barked Indian dialect at Inez's would be killer. The blade dropped from Inez's throat and Mary was finally able to draw breath knowing that Inez's life would be spared, for the moment at least.
"You will come with us." He let go Mary's hair and took her arm instead. "You must be prepared for the ceremony."
"I will go with you willingly," Mary said bravely. "As long as my friend is safe."
"She will not be harmed," he said pulling her into one of the dark doorways, "for now."
Chris had one of those feelings.
He could not explain it but over the years, he had come to trust such emotions implicitly. He was not a man who normally put faith in things that could not been seen or proven. Logical and direct action had saved his life on more occasions then he could possibly remember. However, on the rare moments when he had entrusted his life to nothing more than pure gut instinct, Chris Larabee had not been disappointed.
With Vin, Buck and Ezra, Chris found himself facing Doctor Isaac Wetherill, who was more than cordial. The archaeologist had been happy to allow them access to his home and he had answered their questions more than amiably, but Chris could not shake the feeling that the good doctor was hiding something from him.
"I spoke to Mrs Travis." Wetherill answered without any trace of duplicity in his voice. "She inquired about the object and I told her what I knew. She and the other charming young lady thanked me and left."
"Did she say where she headed?" Vin asked. It was normal strategy for Vin to ask the questions while Chris observed closely.
"No," Wetherill replied, looking Vin straight in the eyes as he answered all questions. Chris noticed that his gaze did not waver for one moment. "I assumed she was returning to Four Corners."
"Why would assume that?" Vin pressed further.
"It was starting to get late in the day gentlemen," Wetherill responded, well aware of the scrutiny that he was being placed under by these gunslingers. "Two women travelling alone, where else would they go but home?"
"We did not come across the ladies on our journey here." Ezra offered, feeling the same tightness in his chest that Chris did. Like Chris, he had his own methods of reading people and his instincts told him that this man was a liar. Ezra had seen enough of them in his lifetime and was practised enough in the art himself to detect it in others.
"I'm sorry gentlemen," Wetherill concluded. "I cannot help you beyond that."
Vin shifted his gaze towards Chris, to see if their leader had any more to add but Chris said nothing to indicate otherwise. Instead, he watched Wetherill with those intense blue eyes that were no doubt cataloguing everything about the man for use later on.
"Well thank you Doctor Wetherill." Buck replied, realising that they were being told politely to leave. "We appreciate all the help you've given us."
"I am sorry I could not assist you with the ladies whereabouts." Wetherill said extending his hand towards Buck in a friendly hand