“Mel,” he said as he approached. “Are you looking for me?”
Mel glanced around, as though to make sure she wasn’t being watched. “I saw you from the window. They’re expecting you. Ben figured you’d try coming after Rose, and he’s got men waiting for you. He left orders that he wants you alive, but the men are joking about how alive is alive. They have something big planned, but I don’t know what.”
“What do you know of the situation with Rose?”
“He keeps her locked in a room upstairs. She acts like it’s some kind of game and plays the princess role to the hilt. The other girls are getting tired of her antics.”
Will didn’t know Rose, but from the conversations he’d heard, he could see where this would happen.
“So, is she there as a prisoner or is she free to go?”
Mel shrugged. “If there weren’t a lock on the door, one of the girls would probably sneak in and slit her throat. But when she throws one of her hissy fits because Ben isn’t giving her enough attention, Ben doesn’t let her leave.”
He squeezed his eyes shut for a moment, trying to focus on saving Rose, when really, he wanted to throttle her for being such a spoiled brat. Her family was worried about her, and she was holed up in a brothel throwing fits because she didn’t get her own way.
“Any chance we’re going to get her out?”
“Not without a fight.”
Will figured. He’d handled his share of fights. Then he glanced over at where Mary stood waiting with Jasper. He’d just never had so much at stake before. “Any idea how we can make the fight go our way? I have a young woman standing over there who would do just about anything to rescue her sister—including walking right into The Pink Petticoat.”
Mel made a noise in the back of her throat. “That’ll just get her killed.”
She looked around him, studying Mary before bringing her attention back to Will. “Maybe not right away. She’s a pretty young thing. Ben would like her.”
“She used to be engaged to Ben.”
The noise around them seemed to stop as Mel stiffened. “She’s the one?” A dark look crossed Mel’s face. “There’s no way Ben will let her out alive.”
Not the best news, but Will could have figured that out for himself. “Mary is determined to rescue her sister.”
As annoying as it was to have her follow him, endangering herself, he couldn’t help but give her respect for being willing to do what others weren’t.
“You like her.”
The intense look Mel gave him made him want to deny it, but he couldn’t. “Yes.”
“They say she helps with the pastor’s ministry.”
“She does.”
Mel’s lips pressed together, hard, as if she was trying to keep from saying more. Instead, she turned her gaze back to Mary.
“Think she can climb a rope?”
If Mary were any other woman, Will would have given an emphatic no. No respectable woman, certainly not one as fine as Mary, would be willing to so scandalize herself. Not to mention not having the kind of strength to accomplish such a feat. But something in Will told him that Mary would do it. If not of her own strength, but of the sheer determination to see her sister safe.
Will nodded.
“Go around the block so you aren’t passing The Pink Petticoat. I’ll lower a rope from one of the upstairs windows of the boardinghouse on the far side. Ben’s men won’t see you from that direction. I’m not supposed to have guests, but if Alma catches us, she’ll be delighted to know I’m associating with one of the pastor’s girls.”
“I’m assuming you’ll get us into The Pink Petticoat via the passageway you took me?”
Mel nodded. “They don’t know you know about it, and as far as I know, it’s not being guarded. I’ll watch and be sure it’s safe, though.”
Will looked up at the building, noting that even with a rope, getting to the second floor of the boardinghouse wasn’t going to be easy. “There’s no way we can go in one of the doors?”
“Not without Ben’s men seeing you.”
He supposed, as far as a plan went, it was the best they were going to do.
After glancing again down the street at Ben’s men, Will turned his attention back to Mel. “You need to get back before they notice you’re gone.”
“I’m not working tonight. Far as they know, I’m at the boardinghouse where I’m supposed to be.”
“Still, I don’t want them seeing us talking here on the street.”
Mel pulled the cloak tighter around her. “I’ll be fine.”
She turned to leave, then grabbed him by the sleeve. “You know I’m risking my own neck here. When this is over, I expect you to find my sister.”
Looking her square in the eye, Will gave a nod. “You have my word.”
Understanding passed between them, and Mel let go of his sleeve, disappearing into the night.
Will returned to where Jasper and Mary waited. Even as he crossed the street, he could see the tension and anxiety in Mary’s pose. Mel’s assistance was the break they needed. Still, as he relayed the plan, he couldn’t help the feeling of dread that came with bringing them all into danger.
Chapter Eighteen
In all her days, Mary never imagined she’d find herself ensconced in the room of a notorious lady. She’d been scandalized enough delivering food to Miss Betty’s kitchen, but this...
Mary shook her head. It didn’t matter. She’d known this was what rescuing Rose would come to; only now that she was sitting in Mel’s bedroom, Mary wondered if perhaps this was more of her foolishness. Still, she’d prayed, and what had happened next was that Mel had approached them and told them that the only way in was through her window at the boardinghouse.
If God wouldn’t open a door, well, didn’t they say you were supposed to go in the window? She’d asked the Lord for guidance, and this had been the answer to her prayers.
“I’m afraid I don’t have any tea,” Mel said, her voice like sandpaper. “Don’t want to get Alma involved unless we have to.”
Mary swallowed. “I’m fine, thank you.”
A loud banging sounded at the wall. If the person on the other side hit the wall any harder, surely it would break. Mel motioned for them to get behind a changing screen in the corner of the room. Will went first, pulling Mary with him. Then Jasper followed, sandwiching her between the two men.
“There’s a secret door leading to the brothel,” Will whispered in Mary’s ear. “It could be one of Ben’s men.”
Mary shivered, despite being pressed between Will and Jasper.
“It’ll be all right,” Will whispered. “Just be still. If something goes wrong, Jasper will take us out the other door to safety.”
“Now, Colt, you know I can’t see customers here.” Mel’s voice cut through the worries going through Mary’s head.
Mary tried to turn to Will, but he held her still. Surely Mel wouldn’t do...that...while they were trapped in her room?
“I ain’t no ordinary customer, and you know it. I set you up here real good, and you’d best not forget it.”
The bed creaked as someone, presumably Colt, sat upon it. “I gots me one of them headaches, and you’re the only one who knows how to make it better with the stuff you rub on my neck. Help me so’s I can get back out there and stand watch. Ben’s sure that dunderheaded Lawson’s gonna show up tonight. He may have lost his badge, but I’d still like that trophy.”
Mary fought the urge to gasp. Fought the desire to turn to Will and...and what? A man wanted to kill Will. Such a thing was hardly news to any of them. But hearing it from a would-be murderer made the situation all the more dire.
“All right.” Mel let out a long sigh. “Take off your boots and lie down. I’ll get my special cream.”
“And whiskey,” Colt croaked.
The sound of bottles clinked in the background as Colt shifted and took off his boots. One of the boots landed close to the screen. If Mary thought the smell was bad before, it was nothing compared to the odor coming from the empty boots.
“You know Alma doesn’t allow whiskey in here,” Mel said. “Drink this instead.”
Whatever she gave him made him cough.
“Now lie back. I’m sure it’s just your neck all tensed up from being on watch. You must really want to get this Lawson the way you’re all worked up.”
“He messed things up good for us in Century City. We were going to own that town, but he had to step in with his refusal to look the other way. We even had a pretty plum to tempt him, but not even she was enough to distract him.”
Mel made a soothing noise. “Pretty plum? I don’t recall you gentlemen having a lady with you when you arrived in town.”
“She’s at the ranch.” Colt let out a groan. “Oh, not there. That spot hurts real bad.”
Will tensed next to Mary. She wished she could do something to ease whatever was causing him discomfort, but with the man who wanted Will dead so close, she couldn’t risk giving away their position.
“It’s all the tension,” Mel said softly. “Just relax. Tell me about this plum of yours. Should I be worried?”
“Nah. She’s in the family way. Don’t know why Ben doesn’t just get rid of her and the brat, but I think he thinks it might be his. I s’pose a man needs someone to carry on the family name.”
“I don’t believe I’ve ever been to the ranch,” Mel said, her voice gentle.
“I’ll take you there, baby. Just help me get rid of this headache.”
“Is that where he’s taking the new girl he’s got locked up? He doesn’t seem to be sending customers her way.”
Colt gave a soft snore, then snorted, as though he’d been falling asleep but jerked awake. “Her? No. Once he gets her money, we’ve got an accident planned.”
Mary drew in a breath, and Will’s hand immediately came over her mouth.
“What was that?” The bed creaked.
“Shh...lie down.” Mel’s voice came again, as sweet as honey. So different from the gruff woman who’d grudgingly welcomed them into her room. “I had a bit of a tickle. Didn’t mean to distract you. Now close your eyes. Let’s think nice thoughts. That ranch sounds real nice. I always wanted to live on a ranch.”
“You?” Colt’s voice sounded far away. “I never took you down for the domestic type.”
“Oh, yes. I was raised on a ranch, don’t you know? I always thought that, someday, I’d like to be around animals again.”
“Mmm...” Colt sounded almost asleep. “You’d like this ranch. Down near the river, with a right pretty view of the lake. I’d like...”
It seemed as if Mel was putting the man to sleep. Mary didn’t blame him. Despite her own discomfort, the melodic sound of Mel’s voice was almost hypnotic. Relaxing. The warmth of Will’s body next to hers, comforting.
And, as she burrowed closer to Will, Mary couldn’t help but notice that he smelled far better than whatever she’d been smelling. He smelled of clean, of good soap and something a little tangy.
Colt let out a long, loud snore, jerking Mary out of her reverie.
What had she been thinking?
She tried moving away, but wedged between Will and Jasper, Mary had no place to go. Why had she been thinking these things about Will? After all, Jasper was right on the other side of her. True, he’d just married her friend. But why couldn’t she have moved closer to Jasper instead?
It was as if she had some kind of invisible connection to Will, always drawing her closer to him. And if she had any room for fancy in her life, she might have allowed herself to entertain thoughts about him. But fancy, and thinking that she could find happiness for herself with a man and a family of her own, was exactly what had landed her in this predicament to begin with.
Mary squeezed her eyes shut. She was not going to think about Will. Not in that way. Not in any way that brought her comfort or made her think that she could have anything more than what she had.
* * *
Mel was good; Will had to give her credit for that. But did she realize exactly what Colt had given away? The pretty plum was Daisy, Mel’s sister. He wished he could get Mel to ask more about the ranch’s location, but as Colt’s voice trailed off into a snore, Will knew it was probably hopeless.
At least they knew something. Daisy was alive and well. Living on a nearby ranch. True, she was with child, but at least she was all right. Will waited for the expected pang at the thought of Daisy carrying another man’s child. But as Mary’s head rested gently at his back, he found he couldn’t resurrect any of those old feelings.
If anything confirmed that Will didn’t love Daisy, it was the woman next to him.
Will’s reality prevented him from being the kind of husband a respectable lady deserved. He’d seen the pained look on her face as the other ladies at the wedding had snubbed her. Once her sister was safe and time had passed, people would forget the scandal, and Mary would be one of society’s darlings. The man on the other side of her would make sure of that. Jasper might have married in scandal, but the Jacksons were too wealthy and powerful for people to remember long.
Mary would be all right.
As for Will, well, he would get his man. Ben Perry had ruined too many lives. And now, knowing that poor Daisy was carrying the miscreant’s baby, it was just one more reason the man didn’t deserve to live. She’d been a good girl, too. But now, like Rose, her life was ruined because of one man’s greed.
Will supposed he should pray, but what good would that do? He’d prayed for so many things, and the Lord hadn’t provided. Not selfish prayers, but things about bringing Ben to justice, keeping people safe, and none of them had done any good. Yet the pastor’s earlier words rang in his head. No one was beyond the Lord’s aid. Not an exact quote, but enough to make Will sigh. All right, Lord. I’m asking. Help us.
Mel’s face appeared at the edge of the screen. “Come on. Colt’s asleep.”
Will scooted out from behind the screen, then offered Mary his hand to help her out.
“What if he wakes up?” Mary’s voice trembled. As Will felt her hand in his, he realized that it was colder than the mountain air in the dead of winter.
Mel chuckled. “I gave him enough laudanum to knock out an elephant for a week. Colt’s not going anywhere.”
Will looked over at the sleeping man. For a hired gun, he looked almost childlike and innocent.
Mel seemed to know the direction of Will’s thoughts. “Colt’s been a friend to me for a while now. If a customer gives me any trouble, Colt takes care of it. He just...” Mel turned her gaze on Mary, and for once it didn’t look as hostile as it usually did.
“Folks don’t understand that we don’t choose this life. It chooses us. You do what you have to do to survive, and sometimes, you become something you never thought.”
Would Mary understand Mel’s words? Probably not. But if she sat and talked with Mel as a friend, she’d realize that the two women had far more in common than she would have guessed. Will looked around the simple room. Mel had done all this for Daisy. Though he suspected the idea turned Mary’s stomach, if living this life was what she’d need to do to save Rose, she wouldn’t hesitate.
The thought of Rose and Daisy brought Will back to the task at hand. He forced his attention back on Mel.
“Do you know the pretty plum Colt was talking about?”
Mel shook her head. “I’m surprised Ben is taking care of her. He just threw a girl out for finding herself in the family way.”
“Be glad.” Will swallowed the lump in his throat. “I’m pretty sure he was talking about Daisy.”
“No.” Mel took a step back. “I don’t understand how... I did everything to protect her.” She sank onto the bed, looking at Will as though her world had ended.
“Who’s Daisy?” Mary leaned in to Jasper to ask the question, presumably not to interrupt Will, but Jasper wouldn’t know.
Will cleared his throat. “Daisy is Mel’s sister. Mel took up this life so Daisy wouldn’t have to. Daisy went missing a while back, and Mel’s been working to get in with Ben’s gang so she could get information on her sister’s whereabouts.”
The compassionate Mary Will knew and loved made a small noise. She was finally putting all the pieces together about things not being what they seemed. And, knowing Mary, probably feeling guilty for judging.
Mary sat on the bed beside Mel. “I’m so sorry about your sister. I guess we have more in common than we thought.”
Will’s chest tightened. She was such a good woman. Oh, to be able to deserve her.
“This doesn’t mean I’m coming to any tea parties or those suppers you folks have for the poor at the pastor’s house.” Mel shot Mary a harsh look but then took her hand. “But I thank you for your kind thoughts.”
Mel brought her attention back to Will. Eyes narrowing, she once again resembled the tough-as-nails woman who’d threatened him with a gun when he’d first met her.
“If she was the plum used to tempt you...”
“No.” Will took a step back. “I absolutely am not the father of her child. Yes, I was involved with your sister, but I courted her properly, taking no liberties.”
If only his words didn’t break Mel’s heart. Her face filled with the kind of lines that made her look older than her years. All the hard living she’d done caught up to her in that moment.
“She was in a convent school,” Mel whispered. “I’d worked so hard to be able to afford that school for her. Where she’d learn how to be a lady and have the kind of religious upbringing that would teach her right from wrong. Why would she...”
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