Mckettrick's Choice. Linda Lael Miller

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      Lorelei felt a pang. Her father was a difficult man, but he was aging and perhaps even ill. He could get along without her just fine, but losing Angelina and Raul would be a blow.

      “If you want to stay here and look after Father,” she said, “I’ll understand.”

      Angelina dragged a valise of her own from its hiding place in the pantry. “And let you go off alone, to live in the wilderness, with wolves and savages and outlaws and the Madre only knows what else? No. Rosa and her Miguel will take our places.”

      “I promise you will not regret this,” Lorelei said, well aware that the statement was a rash one. Once the judge realized she’d not only taken her funds out of his keeping but helped herself to his housekeeper and handyman, he would be enraged.

      Angelina looked doubtful but resolved. “I think I already regret it,” she said. Raul came to the door, looking woebegone, and claimed both the valises. “By all the saints and angels, when your father learns of this, the ground will shake.”

      As if to lend credence to Angelina’s words, thunder clapped in the near distance. The horses nickered and tossed their heads, and Lorelei looked up at the sky as she descended the back steps. Fast-moving gray clouds were gathering over San Antonio, churning with mayhem.

      Angelina looked up as well and opened her mouth to speak, but at the look Lorelei gave her, she held her tongue.

      Raul helped his wife onto the wagon seat, then Lorelei, before climbing up to take the reins.

      “Cheer up,” Lorelei said. “This is a new beginning.”

      Five minutes later, the rain began.

      MELINA STARED mutely at the gallows, a raw wood structure, half-finished, shimmering in the heavy rain. She was soaked to the skin, as was Holt himself, and the Captain, but she seemed oblivious to everything but the mechanism where Gabe was slated to hang.

      She’d ridden behind Holt all the way down from Waco and refused to stop at the Cavanagh place to rest, put on dry clothes and wait for the rain to let up. Watching her now, Holt wished he’d taken her there anyway.

      She shivered in the downpour, hair dangling in wet strands down the sides of her face, looking bedraggled and small in Holt’s coat.

      Still mounted, the Captain lifted the collar of his canvas duster. “Warm as bathwater,” he said of the rain, his voice pitched low. “Just the same, we’d best get that woman someplace dry.”

      Holt swung a leg over the Appaloosa’s neck and jumped to the ground. He said her name quietly, reached out to lay a hand on her slight shoulder.

      She shrugged him off. “I want to see Gabe,” she said. “Right now.”

      “There he is,” the Captain said. “That window, yonder.”

      Both Holt and Melina looked up. Sure enough, Gabe was gazing down at them, his face like chiseled stone, his hands grasping the bars.

      Melina took a step toward him, staggered a little.

      Reaching out, Holt caught hold of her arm.

      “Where is the way in?” Melina wanted to know.

      “Tomorrow,” Holt reasoned.

      She shook her head, and water flew from the thick tendrils of hair. “Now,” she said, laying both hands on her belly.

      “Might as well show her inside,” the Captain said. “If you don’t, we’ll be at this all day.”

      The old man was right. Melina was already prowling back and forth like a caged cat, and she looked as though she’d climb the drain pipe if that was what she had to do to get to Gabe.

      Holt took her arm, and this time he didn’t let her pull away. Gabe stared down from his cell, looking as if he might chew his way past those bars and jump two stories to the ground. “This way,” Holt said.

      “I’ll tend to the horses and then join you,” the Captain said, leaning from the saddle to catch hold of the Appaloosa’s reins. “After that, I’d accept a drink if you’re offering one.”

      Holt merely nodded.

      The Captain set out on his errand, and Holt squired Melina into the courthouse and up the stairs to the jail.

      “No women allowed,” announced old Roy, sitting in a corner next to the window, watching the rain and whittling.

      Holt ignored him. Took the keys down off the hook next to the inside door.

      “Wait just a minute,” Roy protested. “Didn’t you hear what I said?”

      “I heard,” Holt replied, working the lock and then putting the keys back in their place. “I just don’t give a damn.”

      Melina streaked through the opening, and Holt followed.

      “I could send for the marshal!” Roy called after them.

      “He’s just downstairs, testifying in Judge Fellows’s courtroom.”

      “You do that,” Holt replied, quickening his pace to catch up with Melina.

      She strode past the other cells as if she knew exactly where Gabe was—and maybe she did.

      Gabe was waiting at the front of his cell. “I told you I wanted her to stay in Waco!” he hissed, glaring at Holt.

      “Maybe you should have told her,” Holt retorted.

      “Why didn’t you send word, Gabe?” Melina asked, getting as close to the bars as she could with that stomach of hers. Holt could still feel it pressing against his back, during the long ride from Waco. “I did send word,” Gabe answered. His voice was harsh, but his eyes consumed Melina, and he reached through the bars to lay a hand to her cheek. “Jesus, Mary and Joseph, Melina, you shouldn’t have come here.”

      “How could I stay away?” she demanded, covering his hand with her own.

      “I’ll see if the Cap’n’s back from the livery stable,” Holt said, turning to go.

      Gabe drew in a sharp breath. “The Cap’n? He’s with you?”

      “I ran into him in Waco. He’s getting the horses some water and feed. He’ll be in for a word once you and Melina are through talking.”

      Gabe nodded. “Did you ask him about Frank? Has the Cap’n seen him, or heard anything?”

      Holt had broached the subject to Walton on the way out to the Parkinson place. Now, he shook his head. “He’s got no more idea where Corrales is than we do.”

      A ruckus started up out in the front office, and Holt figured the Captain had completed the horse business. He backtracked with some haste, for fear Walton would lose patience with old Roy and get them all thrown in jail.

      Sure enough, the Captain had the other man by the shirt collar, slammed up against the wall. Roy’s eyes were bugging out and he СКАЧАТЬ