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Episode Six concluded
with:
Will
Maltin smashed a fist into his father’s face. The move was awkward, but the
elder Maltin wasn’t expecting it. Bradford stumbled backwards. He quickly
regained his footing and faked a punch to his son’s head. Will bent down, eyes
on his father’s fist. Bradford tripped his son. As Will went down, Bradford
jumped onto him, grabbed his hair and pounded his head three times against the
floor.
Bradford rose slowly as Samuel’s
loud cries mixed with Will’s moans. He weaved toward Leona. “You’re coming with
me. Bring Samuel.”
Leona took a step backwards, pressing
the baby tightly against her chest. “No.”
Bradford pulled his pistol from its
shoulder holster. “My son was right. I’ll kill you if need be.”
Episode Seven
Rance
Dehner and Del Burgess were riding at a steady but frustratingly slow pace
toward the line shack. The two men wanted to move faster, but Del was guiding a
pack horse burdened with supplies for Leona.
They both
stopped as they saw a buckboard barreling directly toward them. The clattering
of the wagon and the hoofbeats of the four horses pulling it didn’t completely
overwhelm the sound of a young woman’s screams.
Rance and
Del quickly guided their horses off the road and watched as the wagon went by.
“That’s Leona!” Del
shouted.
Rance took
off after the buckboard, positioning himself on the driver’s side. Galloping
toward the wagon, he thought he saw Bradford Maltin pull a gun. Leona was
sitting beside Maltin. She held Samuel tightly with one arm, and with the other
hand she was holding on to the backless bench that was swaying violently on its
springs.
The
detective yanked his bandana over his nose to protect from the wagon’s clouds
of dust. As he came even with the floor of the buckboard, Rance yelled, “Fall
back, Leona!”
The young
woman held tightly to her child as she fell backwards. Dehner was now even with
the driver. Maltin fired a shot at the detective, but he had to hold onto to
the horses’ reins with his other hand as the wagon bumped along. His shot went
wild.
“Throw down
the gun!” Dehner shouted as he reached toward his holster.
Maltin
partially stood and raised his pistol for another shot but was stopped by a
bullet from Rance’s Colt. Bradford dropped the reins as he collapsed onto the
bench of the wagon.
Holstering
his gun, Dehner let his horse drop back to a position beside the wagon bed. Moving
in close to the buckboard, he removed his feet from the stirrups of his saddle
and leaped on board.
Leona was
bent over Samuel, protecting him from the dust. Dehner could see Bradford
Maltin sitting up, leaning forward and grabbing the horses’ reins. His body
weaved and then fell. A loud cry sounded
over the pounding hoofbeats as Maltin tumbled from the wagon.
Rance
quickly reached the bench and took command of the horses. After stopping the
wagon, he turned toward the young woman. “Are you okay?”
“Yes, I
think so,” she said above a cacophony of loud bawls, “He’s upset, of course,
but he’s fine.”
Rance
Dehner smiled at the young woman’s reply. Her thoughts were entirely about her
son, not herself.
“Good thing
that horse of yours is faster than my nag!” Del pulled up by the wagon, jumped
on board and embraced Leona, the noisy infant pressed between them.
Dehner
hopped from the wagon. A battered body lay a few yards down the road. As he
approached it he could also see a lone horseman approaching. The detective
instinctively drew his gun. He knew little of the people involved in this
matter and could take no chances.
“Father!”
Will Maltin reined up, quickly dismounted and ran to his father. Dehner watched
as the young man crouched over Bradford Maltin.
The
businessman’s eyes were glassy, but he was still lucid. “Don’t tell your
mother…truth…make up something…”
“I will.”
Bradford
Maltin smiled at his son. “That was a good punch you gave me…you’re not a
weakling…” The businessman went limp.
Will Maltin
began to weep. Dehner looked away at the young couple in the wagon trying to
comfort a crying baby. He suddenly felt very helpless. There was nothing he
could do for any of them.
***
Sixteen
months later, Rance Dehner received a letter which was sent to him in care of
the Lowrie Detective Agency in Dallas, Texas. The return address at the top
bore the name of Will Maltin.
Dear Mr. Dehner:
During our brief meeting last year,
I came to appreciate that you are a man of great competence and discretion. You
are a gentleman. Therefore, I am confident that I can entrust you with the
following matter.
I am now employed by the company
once owned by my father. I have risen to a prominent position with a
commensurate salary and can now make amends for an earlier indiscretion.
I am aware that Del Burgess planned
to marry Leona. They were going to leave Colter and start a new life where they
could raise Samuel free of wagging tongues.
Such a course of action is laudable
and I wish to provide financial assistance. My plan is to send them five
hundred dollars every year at Christmas. Of course, the gift will be anonymous.
Please be assured that I do not
intend to cause any trouble for Mr. and Mrs. Burgess or to make any claims on
Samuel. I am now courting a woman of appropriate station in life and realize
the foolishness of my earlier dalliance. Nevertheless, I am a man of honour.
I wish to engage you to find out
where Del and Leona Burgess are now living and provide me with the address
where I can send the money. Enclosed is a cheque. Please let me know if the sum
is adequate.
Thank you for the efforts of your
good offices.
Dehner
returned the check along with the address which he already knew. Rance felt
confident that Will was telling the truth. He wouldn’t cause Del and Leona any problems. But the
detective was also uneasy. There was an aristocratic arrogance that tinged the
letter, the writing of a man who always expected to get his way. Was Will
Maltin becoming like his father? Dehner hoped not.
Tomorrow: Rance Dehner
returns in a new western adventure, The
Darkness
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