Blackjack

12

I walked around to the entrance. The horses out front were working cow ponies with well-used ropes and weathered saddles.

A sign above the door said Hotel Revelation and Saloon. I entered just as Virgil and Skinny Jack walked in from the back. We had our guns raised.

The bottom floor had a bar on my left, and at the far end of the room, a staircase. There were three men in the room, but they were not the three men we were looking for, and there was one woman. All of them turned to look at us. They first saw Virgil and Skinny Jack, and then me. One was clearly the bartender, a short fellow wearing a clean white shirt and standing behind the bar. He had his hands raised in the air and backed up until his butt hit the backside of the bar, making bottles rattle.

The woman looked to be about forty. She was attractive for her age, and though she was sitting down she looked to be very tall. She had broad shoulders, blue eyes, high cheekbones, and silver-blond hair. She wore a black dress and was sitting in a corner between the bar and the staircase, with a collection of books and papers stacked in front of her. She was reading a newspaper that she lowered and peered over the top of when we walked in. The other two men were young, skinny cowhands that hadn’t yet had the opportunity or necessity to put a razor to their face. They were playing cards at a table up against the wall opposite the bar.

The woman calmly lowered the newspaper on the table and looked back and forth between Virgil and me.

“I’d say come on in and relax,” she said, “but I have a feeling that you gentlemen have something else on your minds.”

I was pretty sure her accent was German. There was a precise manner of her chosen words that suggested she was most likely an educated woman.

The bartender looked back and forth among Virgil, Skinny Jack, and me.

Virgil moved his lapel to the side.

“I’m Marshal Virgil Cole. These men here with me are also lawmen.”

“Well, if it is not my fortunate day,” she said. “There is nothing about the law that I do not appreciate, Marshal Cole.”

She swiveled in her chair, looking Virgil up and down, then turned her attention to me.

“He has already unfortunately left,” she said.

“Ma’am?” I said.

“There is no need to stand on ceremony here, gentlemen,” she said.

I didn’t say anything.

She stood slowly, then took a step to get a better look at us.

“The man you are looking for, of course,” she said. “He has unfortunately left.”

“When?”

She walked slowly around the table. Her tall figure was slender and her demeanor was elegant as she moved to the center of the room between Virgil and me.

“He has been gone for a while,” she said.

Virgil looked to the bartender.

“You,” he said.

“Marshal, sir?” he said.

“What do you know?”

The bartender looked to the woman, and she nodded, as if giving him permission to speak.

“There were three fellas here last night for a bit, but far as I know, they are long gone.”

The woman smiled and looked back and forth between Virgil and me.

“With that being said, what can I do for you gentlemen?” she said, directing the question to me. “If you are weary and in need of rest we have rooms, drinks, and food available.”

“How long has he been gone?” Virgil said.

She turned and looked to Virgil and crossed her arms.

“How long,” he said, “and where to?”

“No need to be insensitive, Marshal.”

Virgil moved a step but didn’t say anything. He looked to the two young cowboys sitting at the table by the wall.

“We ain’t seen nobody, don’t know nothin’,” one of the boys said, shaking his head. “We just got here, sir, Marshal, sir. We just come over after work for a drink or two.”

Virgil looked back to the woman.

“Where is he?” Virgil said.

She shook her head.

“You have plenty of time. He has a good day on you. So. Take a moment, why don’t you,” the woman said. “Please, and I will tell you what else comes to my mind. Some of which may surprise you.”

She looked to me, smiled, then looked back to Virgil. She was poised and gentle for such a tall woman.

“Perhaps have a drink or two yourself, why don’t you?” she said. “On me. I do not normally drink, especially in the transition of day to night, but today I have been rather fraught for one reason or another, so I will even join you.”

Virgil looked to me. He released the hammer on his Winchester and took a step into the room.

“I will tell you everything you want to know and then some,” she said. “I am in the mood, so you should take my offer before I decide to keep my thoughts to myself.”

Virgil looked around the room for a moment, then nodded slightly.

“Grand,” she said, then looked to the bartender. “Set them up, Timothy.”

“You bet,” he said. “Whiskey?”

Virgil nodded and moved toward the bar.

Skinny Jack followed him and I did the same.

Timothy got a bottle and four glasses and poured. The woman moved to the bar between Virgil and me. She turned around, facing away from the bar, and leaned back a little on the counter; the move made her seem even taller than she was.

Virgil handed one of the whiskeys to the woman.

“What’s your name?” Virgil said.

“Mike,” she said. “The proprietress.”

Virgil glanced to me, then looked at her, but said nothing.

“You own the place?” I said.

“As a matter of fact I do,” she said. “Lovely, don’t you think, Revelation Hotel?”

She held out her whiskey to toast. We toasted and she took a small sip.

“What can you tell us, Mike?” he said.

“I am not certain he killed her,” she said.