Silver City Massacre
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It was a little bigger than he expected. From Boone’s letter, he had gotten the impression that the town was little more than a few rough buildings and a row of tents. He had to assume that the row of buildings on two sides of one main road were a testament to how rapidly the town was growing. He turned to speak to Riley when he rode over the crest of the hill to join him and Red Shirt.
“Well, there she is, Silver City. Whaddaya think of her?”
Riley didn’t answer at once, but took a moment to scan the rough buildings. His eyes stopped on one that had a sign over the door, proclaiming it to be a saloon.
“Looks fine to me,” he said then. “Seems to have everything a man could need.”
Knowing well what his partner meant, Joel, however, was of a different mind. He looked over the slope behind the stores for a suitable place to put the horses while he was seeking information about his brother. The grassy spot behind what appeared to be a blacksmith’s looked to be the best.
“We’ll bunch the stock over behind that forge,” he told Red Shirt. “That look okay to you, Riley?” Riley said it did, so Joel turned to talk to Elvira. “Soon as the horses are took care of, I’m goin’ to see if anybody knows where my brother’s place is. What do you wanna do?”
“That looks like a general store next to the saloon,” she said. “I think I’ll go in and look around, see if there’s anything I need. It’s handy to the saloon, so me and Ruthie can help pick Riley up out of the street when they throw him out.” She chuckled then and waited for his response. It wasn’t long in coming.
“They’re more likely to elect me as mayor, once they see what a fine gentleman I am when I’ve had a decent drink of likker,” he said.
“I stay with horses,” Red Shirt said.
“If we’re lucky, we’ll be ready to ride out pretty quick,” Joel said, making sure Riley and Elvira remembered that he planned to find Boone’s place before dark. He pulled the gray around to get in behind the horses again, and he and Red Shirt, with Elvira’s help, drove them down into Silver City while Riley rode straight to the saloon.
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Toby Bryan looked up from his bench when he heard horses filing in behind his shop. Surprised, he got up and went to the back of his forge to see four riders, one of them an Indian, and one that looked to be a young girl. The girl and one that could be a woman each led a packhorse. They drove about a dozen horses into the field behind his small corral and dismounted. Seeing no one he recognized, Toby stood watching them. After a minute or two, they parted in several different directions. One, a tall man, dressed in buckskins, headed directly toward him.
“Mornin’,” Joel called out as he skirted the small corral and entered the back of the shop.
“Mornin’,” Toby returned. “Somethin’ I can do for you?”
“Is it all right if I leave those horses there for a little while, till I get some information?” Joel asked.
“It’s all right with me,” Toby said. “I don’t own that piece of land.”
“I’ll need to have four of those horses shod, but I might wait till I find out where I’m headin’ from here. Maybe you can help me find a fellow who has a claim around here somewhere.”
“Oh?” Toby replied. “Who are you lookin’ for?”
“Boone McAllister. You know him?”
“McAllister?” Toby repeated, raising one eyebrow. “Yeah, I know him.”
“Can you tell me where to find him?”
“Out at his place, I reckon.”
“And where might that be?” Joel was beginning to wonder if he was going to have to prod the man with a stick to get the information he wanted. Maybe it had been his luck to pick the town’s idiot for directions.
Instead of answering Joel’s question, the blacksmith asked one of his own. “Are you one of Beauchamp’s new crew?”
“No,” Joel answered. “I don’t know any Beauchamp. I’m just tryin’ to find Boone McAllister’s claim. I reckon I’ll just go ask in the saloon. Maybe somebody there can tell me how to find Boone.” He turned to leave, but Toby stopped him.
“Hold on, mister,” he said. “If you ain’t workin’ for Beauchamp, are you a friend of McAllister’s?”
Impatient now, Joel answered, “I’m his brother.”
“Oh,” Toby responded, and paused before continuing. “In that case, I’m pleased to meet you.” He extended his hand. “My name’s Toby Bryan.”
“Joel McAllister,” Joel said, and shook his hand.
“The best way to get to your brother’s place is to follow the creek north outta town.” He took a few steps over to the back of the forge and pointed. “That’s Reynolds Creek. Just follow the trail beside it for about eight miles till you come to another trail that leads up the mountain. It’s marked by a little pile of rocks with a tree limb that looks like a cross stickin’ up in the middle of it. McAllister’s cabin is about halfway up that mountain. That trail will take you straight to it.”
“Well, that sounds easy enough,” Joel said. “Much obliged. I’ll bring those horses in to get new shoes in a day or two.” He turned to leave, then stopped at the edge of the corral to ask one more question. “Who’s Beauchamp?”
“Ronald Beauchamp,” Toby replied. “He owns Beauchamp Number Two, one of the three biggest mines in Silver City.” He paused a moment before adding, “And he owns Blackjack Mountain, just north of your brother’s property.” He looked as if about to say more but thought better of it.
“Well, nice to meet you, Toby,” Joel said in parting. “I’ll be seein’ you later on, I reckon.”
“Same here,” Toby said. “I know your brother will be glad to see you.” Again he paused. “Good luck to you.”
Strange man, Joel thought as he walked back to tell Red Shirt that he was going to round up Riley and the ladies and get started on finding Boone’s cabin. He figured it a good time to talk to Red Shirt, now that they had reached Silver City, and let him know that he didn’t expect anything further from him.
“I help with horses till we find your brother,” Red Shirt said when Joel told him that he had completed his side of the bargain.
“That’ll be fine, if that’s what you wanna do,” Joel said. “You brought us to Silver City, just like you said you would. So I just wanted to let you know you earned your horse, and you don’t owe me a thing.”
He shrugged. “I help with horses.”
“Suit yourself,” Joel said. “I’ll go see if I can round up the rest of our party.”
It seemed he was facing the same situation with Red Shirt that he had with Elvira and Ruthie. Everybody wants to stay with me and Riley, he thought.
His first stop was the saloon, because he figured it would take a little time to wrench Riley away from the bar. A couple of miners sat on the one step in front of the building advertising itself as the Silver Dollar Saloon. They barely leaned aside to give him room to enter the building. Inside, he paused at the door to look the room over, his carbine hanging casually in one hand. He failed to see Riley at first, but on a closer look, he spotted his stubby partner seated at a back table. Two men sat with him, and there was a bottle of whiskey in the middle of the table.
“Joel!” Riley yelled when he spotted his young partner in the doorway. “Come on over and have a drink!”
Uh-oh, Joel thought. Ain’t been in here thirty minutes and already drunk. He walked over to the table.
“Kinda early in the day for heavy drinkin’, ain’t it, boys?”
“Yeah, mister,” one of the men said, “set down and have a drink.”
“Thank you just the same,” Joel said, “but I expect me and Riley here best be gettin’ along. Ain’t that right, Riley?”
Riley favored his drinking companions with a wide grin, tossed the rest of his drink down, and got immediately to his feet.
Joel wasn’t sure just what was going on, but Riley was up to something. And one thing was sure, he wasn’t as drunk as he had first thought, for he strode as soberly as usual on those short, bowed legs as he headed for the door. “Come on, Joel,” he called back over his shoulder.
“What the hell . . . ?” One of the men at the table jumped to his feet. “You can’t just walk outta here! You drank a helluva lot of whiskey.”
“That I did,” Riley called back. “And I enjoyed every drop of it.” He paused just before going out the door. “Did I remember to thank you for it?”
The man on his feet took a long look at the formidable figure in the buckskins who was still standing between him and Riley. Not quite sure what Joel would do if he decided to go after Riley, he hesitated to make the move. He glanced at his partner, who was still seated, and seemed satisfied to stay there. So it would be him alone against a man standing a head taller and a helluva lot more sober. But he couldn’t let Riley get away with it without at least complaining.
“That friend of your’n drank up half a bottle of rye whiskey and he ain’t paid a damn cent for it. He owes me money.”
“I’d just let it go, if I was you, mister,” Joel told him. He didn’t know what kind of game Riley had been playing, but he knew his former sergeant would stand behind any promises he made. “I’d advise you not to buy Riley any more whiskey. I don’t know what was goin’ on here, but I’m thinkin’ you boys mighta learned a lesson today.”
“Is that so?” the man shot back. “Maybe I ain’t the one gettin’ the lesson. We got a way of handlin’ smart alecks around here. Ain’t that right, Sid?” Sid simply nodded in reply, having already decided not to test the man with the carbine.
“What does that mean?” Joel responded soberly.
“It means it’d be a good idea for you and your friend to get the hell outta Silver City before you have an accident.”
Joel locked his eyes on those of the man threatening him for a long moment before replying, “Mister, if you’ve got something in mind, you’d best get about doin’ it, ’cause I plan to be in town for a while.” He continued to stare into the man’s eyes for what seemed like a long time, but the man made no response.
He’ll wait till I turn my back if he’s going to make a move, Joel thought. Then he couldn’t help wondering how Riley could get two strangers so riled up in such a short time.
When his antagonist remained silent, showing no indication of taking it further, Joel said, “All right, then. Good day to you, gentlemen.”
When he turned to leave, the man reached for the .44 he wore at his side. Expecting just such a move, Joel swung his rifle around in one quick move, catching the man on the side of his head with the barrel of the carbine with enough force to lay him out cold. The crack of the gun barrel against his cheekbone made a sound almost like that of a rifle shot.
Joel turned his gaze upon Sid, who showed no indication of interfering. To the contrary, his wide-open eyes and worried look were evidence enough that he had no interest in backing up his partner. To make certain Joel understood that, he held up his hands in surrender and announced, “I got no part in this fight.”
Joel nodded and backed slowly toward the bar, keeping an eye on both Sid and the bartender, who had made no move to take any action. When he was close to the door, he stopped to ask the bartender, “Does my partner owe you any money?”
“Nope,” Jake Tully answered. “Sid and Leon bought the bottle. Your friend didn’t buy anything.” He smiled then and added, “Includin’ what they were sellin’.”
“Good,” Joel said. “We wouldn’t wanna start off on the wrong foot here in your town.”
Jake laughed. “I reckon you got off to a good start, tanglin’ with two of Boss Beauchamp’s boys. Let me welcome you to Silver City, young feller. What’s your name?”
“Joel McAllister.”
“McAllister?” The bartender reacted much the same as the blacksmith had. “Well, now, that makes it more interestin’ by the second.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Joel asked.
“I’ll just give you a friendly little piece of advice,” Jake said. “Watch your back. There’s a lot of decent folks around Silver City, but there’s enough of the other kind to make it smart for fellers like you to keep a sharp eye.” He was about to say more, but Riley stuck his head in the door at that moment.
“Come on, Joel. What the hell are you doin’? If I’da known you were gonna hang around in the saloon, I’da come back to join you.” He looked over at the bartender and said, “See you later, Jake.”
“Maybe, maybe not,” Jake mumbled to himself.
“What the hell were you doin’ with those two in there?” Joel asked when they were outside.
Riley chuckled, satisfied with himself. “Those two boys were nice enough to stand for the drinks while they were tellin’ me about this minin’ claim that was startin’ to pay off big. Only problem was they had too much luck with their other claim and they couldn’t work both of ’em. So they were gonna sell that claim to me for a helluva good price.” He paused to have another good chuckle. “Why? Was there any problem?”
“No, but you’d best be careful where you do your drinkin’ from now on. I don’t think you made too many friends in the Silver Dollar.”
“I figured as much,” Riley said, still enjoying the thought of all the free whiskey he had downed. “Elvira and Ruthie have gone back to the horses. They came outta the store while you were wastin’ time in the saloon.”
“Glad to hear it,” Joel said. “I think we might as well get on our way.” He shot a quick glance toward the door of the saloon to make sure Riley’s drinking companions didn’t suddenly appear.
“I was gonna ask ol’ Sid and Leon back there if they knew where your brother’s mine was,” Riley said. “But I figured it’s just as well they didn’t know where we were headed.”
“I expect so,” Joel replied with a smirk of amusement. “No matter, I know how to get there.”
Chapter 7
The trail was easy to find, just as the blacksmith had said. They had followed the creek north, and not far after crossing the main road to the east that connected Silver City to the rest of the world, they came to the little pile of rocks.
“Looks like a grave,” Elvira remarked. “I hope that ain’t your brother’s idea of welcome. Looks more like a warning.”
“It’s just a pile of rocks,” Joel said. His thoughts were on the narrow trail that wound its way up through a band of spruce trees before disappearing from sight, and how difficult it was going to be to drive their small herd of horses up it. “I’m thinkin’ I’d best lead, then start the horses up after me. With the rest of you behind ’em, they oughta follow right on up that trail.”
No one had a better idea, so he started up the trail, and Riley and Red Shirt drove the horses onto the bottom of the path. As Joel had predicted, the horses strung out in single file and followed dutifully up the mountain.
Once through the band of spruce, the trail climbed a slope sparsely dotted with runty-looking pines and wide areas of grass still wearing the remnants of a recent snow. Joel thought immediately of the potential for raising cattle and horses on the mountain meadows. He wondered if Boone had made any plans along those lines. Just ahead of him now, the trail wound around a huge outcropping of rocks. He looked back below him to make sure everyone was keeping up. Satisfied, he nudged the gray with his heels and started around the rock overhang. That was as far
as he got before a rifle slug ricocheted off the rock over his head, and a voice bellowed out above him.
“That’s about as far as you need to go! Turn around while you’ve got a chance, ’cause I ain’t gonna tell you again.”
Below him, the horses continued to push up around him, while Riley and the others looked around frantically for someplace to take cover. Joel reined his horse back as best he could, trying to keep the rocks between him and his unseen antagonist.
“Hold on, damn it!” he yelled. “Boone, is that you?”
There was a long moment with no response. Then the call came back. “Who wants to know?”
“I do. It’s me, Joel, and I didn’t come all the way from Texas just to get shot.”
“Joel?” the astonished voice replied. “Is that really you? Ride on past that rock ledge and let me see you.”
“It’s me, all right. Now don’t shoot. I’m comin’ out.” He nudged the gray and rode past the ledge out into an open meadow, looking all around in an effort to spot his brother.
“Well, I’ll be damned,” Boone drawled as he rose from his position behind a rock that had been wedged between two scrubby pines, “if it ain’t my little brother.” He threw his head back and laughed as if it was the funniest thing he had ever seen. “I swear, I never thought I’d ever see you again.” Then he saw the extra horses pushing up around Joel. “What the hell have you got with you?” He hobbled down to meet his brother, moving as nimbly as a person could expect with one stiff leg.
Even though he had imagined his big brother moving with a limp, Joel did not anticipate the impact it would have on his emotions upon first seeing Boone literally dragging one leg as he hurried down the slope to greet him. Boone, always strong and agile as a mountain lion, now descended the narrow trail in an uneven, jerky motion. He still displayed that wide smile that Joel remembered, however. Joel dismounted and climbed to meet him.
“Helluva way to welcome your brother,” he said upon reaching Boone’s outstretched hand. He shook his hand, then pulled him close enough for a big bear hug.