Lauri Robinson – A Western Christmas Homecoming: Christmas Day Wedding Bells / Snowbound in Big Springs / Christmas with the Outlaw (страница 2)
Lynna Banning
For David Woolston and Yvonne Mandarino Woolston, who exemplify the best in kindness, caring and love.
Alice watched the leather-bound volume of Keats skitter off the counter and slide across the library floor. “I beg your pardon, what did you say?”
The young deputy’s face looked somber. “The sheriff wants to see you, Miss Alice,” he puffed. “Wants you to come over to his office right away. Said it was real important.”
What on earth could be so important that Sheriff Rivera would send his deputy to summon her in the middle of her peaceful October afternoon at the Smoke River library?
“Sandy, did he say
“No, ma’am. Just said for me to get the lead—uh...to hurry and not take no for an answer.”
Alice retrieved her wide-brimmed sun hat and her beaded reticule, locked the library door and followed the deputy down Main Street to Sheriff Rivera’s office. When she entered, the lawman shifted his feet off the desk and jackknifed to attention.
“Miss Alice, good morning.” He wasn’t smiling, and that made her uneasy. Hawk Rivera smiled at all the girls. Or, to be more accurate, all the girls smiled at
“What have I done, Sheriff?”
“Alice, I want to introduce you to US Marshal Randell Logan. He’s brought some news you need to hear. It’s about your sister, Dorothy.”
For the first time she noticed the tall, lean man standing in one corner of the small sheriff’s office next to a bulletin board plastered with yellowing Wanted posters. He gave her a brief nod. “Miss Montgomery. I’m afraid it’s bad news.”
He was very tan, she thought irrationally. With dark hair and a mustache over his unsmiling mouth. He took a step toward her. “Maybe you’d better sit down, Miss.”
Oh, God. She sank onto the hard-backed chair across from the sheriff and clasped her hands in her lap. “Tell me,” she whispered.
The marshal cleared his throat. “It concerns your sister, Dorothy Coleman. As you know she’s been living in a mining camp in Idaho.”
“Yes, I know that. Silver City. Dottie owns an assay company she inherited from her husband when he died. Does your news concern the business?”
She watched his gaze flick to Sheriff Rivera and then return to her face. His eyes were an unusual color. As she studied him, those eyes went from hard jade to mossy green.
“I’m sorry to tell you this has nothing to do with the assay business, Miss Montgomery. It’s about your sister herself.”
Alice clenched her hands into fists. “I haven’t heard from Dottie in some weeks. What about her?”
To her surprise the marshal knelt in front of her. “I’m afraid your sister is dead, Miss.”
Alice cried out. “But she can’t be! Dottie’s only twenty. She’s younger than I am, my little sister. She can’t be dead.”
Marshal Logan waited without speaking.
“H-how did she die? Typhoid? Cholera?”
He let out a long breath. “She was killed, Miss.”
“An accident? A mining accident? But she never went into the mines. She hated dark places and—” She broke off, wondering why Sheriff Rivera was pouring whiskey into a shot glass on his desk.
The marshal hesitated. “Your sister Dorothy was murdered.”
Unable to utter a sound, Alice sat without moving. The marshal reached for the whiskey and held the glass out to her.
“It’s not true,” she said. “I don’t believe you. Everyone loves Dottie! No one would want to hurt her.”
“Alice.” Sheriff Rivera’s voice. “It’s hard to accept something like this, so just take your time.”
She drew in a shaky breath and pushed aside the whiskey the marshal held out. “I d-don’t drink spirits,” she said in a ragged voice.