Part 17 (2/2)

By the time Laramie had finished at the stable, the sun was setting. He looked down at his trail-soiled clothes and decided he could sure use a bath himself.

The doors of the town's one store were still open, so Laramie made his way into the building. All sorts of goods lined the shelves and formed stacks of deep piles anywhere the owner could find room.

”Howdy,” greeted Laramie.

”Howdy,” replied the man, letting his eyes travel up and down the newcomer as if to gather all the information he could in one glance.

”Ridin' through?” he asked casually, but Laramie knew the question was far from casual.

”Thet's right,” he replied, his voice just as relaxed and offhanded. He began to finger one of the s.h.i.+rts in a nearby stack.

Both men waited.

”Wouldn't have supposed there'd be call fer this much merchandise in such a small town,” observed Laramie. ”Business must either be powerful gooda”or a sight poor.”

The man responded with a hard laugh. ”Where you been, cowboy?” he answered. ”Don't ya know there's gold in them hills?” He jerked his head toward the northwest. ”Been pouring through here a dozen a daya”an' more on the way. I'm the last store between here an' the strike.”

Laramie's head came up. ”Ya don't say,” he said with interest.

Silence again as Laramie went back to eyeing the merchandise.

”Ya fixin' on minin'?” asked the man, breaking the code of the West to wait until the information was freely given.

”Me?” Laramie's head came up. ”Nawa”I don't reckon. Had never thought on it.” He hesitated a minute while he turned a black Stetson over and over in his hands.

The man looked disappointed. Laramie let him wait.

At last he looked up and gave a bit of a nod. ”Do need me a bit of a grub stake, though,” he announced. ”Takin' my sister on up to stay with our kin.”

Even as he spoke the words, his face flushed slightly. He had read in his mother's Bible an account of someone named Abraham making the same false statement regarding his wife Sarah, many, many years ago.

But the man behind the counter did not seem to question the remark. Perhaps his thoughts ran only to the sale.

”You jest pick out what ya wanta”an' show me hard cash, mister,” he replied.

Laramie thought the merchant looked as though he was having a hard time keeping from rubbing his hands together in antic.i.p.ation.

”Usual grub stake,” Laramie said. ”I'll be by to pick it up in the mornin'.”

He hesitated. He had a bag full of stolen coins in the small saddlebag he kept with him, but he was reluctant to squander any of it. Actually, he was feeling uncomfortable even having the ill-gotten money. Still, they needed food and he did need a change of clothes. ”An' you can add this to the list,” he went on, selecting the articles of clothing. ”Pay ya fer 'em right now.”

Laramie felt much better after he'd had a bath and dressed in the clean clothes. He even thought about getting his hair cut but decided against it. He didn't want to scatter too much money about the little town. There was no use starting tongues to wagging.

As soon as he had finished his simple grooming, he placed the new black Stetson on his head and picked up his money bag. He tied it carefully around his body under his s.h.i.+rt and strapped on his guns. Then he set off down the hall to see if Ariana was ready to try to find a place that served up supper.

Ariana waited impatiently, one small foot tapping the worn carpet. She was starved. She had lingered in the hot bath, enjoying the soothing warmth on her aching muscles. Then she had toweled herself dry and dressed in her own clothing from the pack-sack Laramie had left behind for her. The garments had felt strange at first after so many days in the buckskins, and she did deplore the fact of the many wrinkles. Still, she felt a little more herself as she pinned her hair carefully and surveyed her image in the darkened mirror in the room. Now she had been waiting for what seemed hours. Her patience was wearing thin. Had Laramie just dumped her and expected her to fend for herself? Was she to find her own suppera”or just do without? He knew she had no money with which to make purchases.

And then a horrid thought raced through Ariana's mind. Did Laramie have money? Were they penniless? Would they need to steal their way to Montanaa”like Laramie had been doing all his life? What ifa”what if he had beena”raidinga”and something had gone wrong? He could have been thrown in jail. Been shot and wounded. She might be on her own in this strange little town. Miles from her parents. Miles from the uncle and aunt she did not know.

Ariana felt the panic rising in her chest. Should she go look for him? Should she deny ever having known him, if he'd been caught? Should she seek out a lawman and explain her dilemma?

A lawman? Strange. Ariana had not thought of that. Certainly it would be the reasonable thing to do now that she was in friendly environs. Surely this little town had law of some sort. They would help her. After all, Laramie wasa”was an outlaw.

Ariana hated to think of him in that fas.h.i.+on. But it was true. True. He was an outlaw. Why had she felt she could trust him?

She began to tremble. Her face paled. Her eyes widened with fear and concern. ”Oh, G.o.d,” she prayed, covering her face with her shaking hands. ”What do I do? Should Iait would be proper toaescapeawouldn't it?”

Chapter Seventeen.

End of Journey Ariana rose shakily to her feet. She lifted her chin and looked about her. The room held very few of her personal items, but she carefully gathered them and bundled them into her little pack. Then she pinned her crushed hat carefully in place on her upswept hair and reached for her wrinkled coat and winter gloves. She would do it. It was the only reasonable thing to do.

She lifted her pack. It felt lighter now that she had emptied it of extra clothing and the heavy coat. There really wasn't much in it at all. Her few personal grooming aids. Her Bible. She let her eyes scan the room again to be sure she had missed nothing. The travel-worn buckskins were folded neatly and left on the chair, the moccasins placed on top of them.

Ariana took a deep breath to give herself courage and reached for the door handle. A sharp knock made her gasp and draw back quickly.

”Ariana,” came Laramie's voice. ”Ya ready?”

Ariana could not have said whether the intense feelings that pa.s.sed through her were of regret or relief. Quietly she laid her little bundle on the floor behind the door, took a deep breath to calm herself, and reached to undo the lock.

Laramie stood there, clean-shaven and polished until he fairly shone, his s.h.i.+rt still stiff with newness. Even the worn, droopy Stetson had been replaced. Ariana's little gasp caught in her throat. If he had been raiding it seemed he had covered a lot of ground in a big hurry.

He stood looking at her. Ariana looked down at her own faded, wrinkled garments. When she looked back up he gave her a slight nod as though to express his approval.

”Thought ya might be nigh starved,” was his comment.

She swallowed and s.h.i.+fted uneasily. ”Yesayes, I am,” she stammered. ”IaI was beginning to thinka”

But Ariana did not finish the statement. She wasn't sure how much she should say.

They left the town bright and early the next morning. Ariana was surprised when she went down to join Laramie that he had added another horse to the number. Bulging packs were secured to the pack saddle.

”Don't worry,” he drawled, as though reading her mind. ”It's all paid fer.”

He did not explain how he had come by the money that paid the accounts.

Ariana was back in her buckskins, her dress repacked in the bundle she handed to Laramie. She noticed a slicker tied behind each saddle. His eyes followed hers. ”Keeps out some of the wind and rain,” he offered.

Laramie settled the bill with the woman who kept the rooming house, and he held Ariana's horse while she mounted, and they were on the trail once again.

It was almost a pleasant day. Ariana tried not to think of the little town they had left behind. She tried not to scold herself for not having attempted to find a lawman. She tried not to wonder if Laramie could really be trusted to deliver her to the home of her uncle in Montana. She pushed all of the troubling thoughts as far into the back of her mind as she could and tried to concentrate on prayer, even as she swayed slightly in the saddle.

Laramie was still pressing the mounts forward at a fast pace. Ariana had thought he would relax a bit. The spring sun was high in the sky before he took the first break. Ariana climbed down stiffly.

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