The Sheriff. Nan Ryan

to his feet and hitched up his trousers. “Lordy, no. It’s not like I have a wife and family to go home to at night.”

      “I’d be much obliged to you, Jiggs.” Travis frowned when he added, “God knows she’s a royal pain in the ass, but I don’t look for her to be staying long in Fortune.”

      “I do, Trav.”

      Travis blinked, taken aback. “Why would you say a thing like that?”

      He shrugged narrow shoulders. “I heard her talking to Doc Ledet on the steamer up from San Francisco. She told him she was going to stay here until she found gold in the Cavalry Blue. I’d say that should take about…um, well, put it this way. You and I will be dead and gone, and she’ll be a withered old woman, before an ounce of gold is brought out of the worthless Cavalry Blue.”

      Travis nodded. “I’m betting she’ll tire of the futile undertaking.” He took another drink of coffee. “But until that happy day, we’ll have to keep an eye on the pretty Easterner.”

      “I’ll wander on up two or three times tonight.”

      “Thanks, Jiggs. Once you’re up there, stay safely out of sight. She’s got a gun and I told her to shoot and ask questions later.”

      “She’ll never know I’m within a hundred miles of the place.”

      There were no respondents to her “Miners Wanted” ad in the weekly Fortune Teller. Kate was disappointed. She was becoming increasingly frustrated by the fact that she couldn’t find anyone to work her mine. Obviously Sheriff McCloud had been right when he’d predicted she wouldn’t be able to hire any laborers. It seemed that all the men in Fortune were working their own claims.

      Since she had been warned by the inflexible sheriff not to step foot inside one of the many saloons, Kate had to limit her hunt to placing the advertisement in the weekly newspaper and to checking at the Wells Fargo office when the mail carrier delivered the post.

      After sending a letter to Alexandra Wharton, her dear friend back in Boston, Kate made an inquiry at Wells Fargo. No takers. Discouraged, she left and was heading down the sidewalk when she heard loud thudding sounds and muffled groans.

      She stopped, turned her head and listened.

      She heard the unmistakable moaning of an animal in pain. Kate hurried and peered down the shadowy alley between two buildings.

      She gasped in horror.

      Two big, rough looking men, the taller one with a black patch over one eye, the other sporting a bushy red beard, were mercilessly beating a helpless little Chinaman. The one-eyed man had his knife out, trying to cut off the Chinaman’s queue.

      Kate didn’t hesitate.

      She reached into her reticule, drew her uncle’s Navy Colt revolver, hurried into the alley, raised her arm above her head and fired into the air.

      “Hit him one more time and I’ll blow your heads off!” she warned, lowering the gun and at the same time taking close notice of their faces and clothes so that she could describe them to the sheriff and help identify them.

      The startled ruffians instantly released their victim and fled out the back of the alley. Kate put the weapon away and hurried to the suffering Chinaman, who lay crumpled on the ground.

      “You speak English?” she asked, taking a hand-kerchief from her reticule to dab some of the blood from his pummeled face.

      He grimaced, but nodded.

      “Good. We’ll get you across the street to Dr. Ledet’s and he’ll—”

      “No…no,” said the man through clenched teeth. “No doctor. Not need one.”

      “Yes, you do! You’re badly hurt and—”

      “Do not need doctor,” the Chinaman said again.

      “You are going to the doctor!” Kate stated firmly. “Now, we’ll carefully sit you up and let you lean back against the building. Once we’ve accomplished that,” she told him, “I’m going to drape your arm around my shoulder and put my arm around your waist. You understand?”

      He grimaced, his eyes glazed with pain. Kate slipped her arm around him and very carefully, very gently positioned him beside her.

      “That’s good. You ready to give walking a try?”

      “Ready,” he muttered, then groaned in agony when she moved him.

      “I’m so sorry,” Kate murmured, supporting the little man’s weight as she half dragged, half carried him across the street.

      “Can I help?” asked a toothless old sourdough with a miner’s pallor who looked as if a puff of wind would blow him away. “Want me to carry him?”

      “We can manage,” Kate said with a smile of gratitude, “but thank you, Mr….”

      “H. Q. Blankenship,” the man said, and backed away.

      Dr. Ledet, seated at the desk in his front office, looked out the window, saw the pair and came running out to meet them.

      “Chang Li, who did this to you?” asked the white-haired physician. The battered Chinaman gave no reply. Dr. Ledet instructed Kate, “Let’s get him into the back room, Miss VanNam.”

      Once there, they carefully lifted the suffering man up onto the examining table. While the doctor turned away to wash his hands, Kate stood gently patting Chang Li’s shoulder while she stated, “Two bullies, Doctor. Both very large, very dirty men. One had a black eye patch, the other a full red beard.”

      Over his shoulder as he soaped his hands, Ledet said, “Titus Kelton is the one-eyed man. The red-bearded fellow is Jim Spears. Miscreants both. Always trouble, they are. Mean as snakes and—”

      “I must go, Dr. Ledet,” Kate interrupted, then smiled down at Chang Li. “The doctor will care for you.”

      “Yes, yes, you go on, child. I’ll take over,” Dr. Ledet said as he dried his hands on a clean white cloth.

      Once outside she took a deep breath but quickly lifted her skirts and hurried across the dusty street. The few men who were loitering about noted the set of her jaw and the flash of her eyes. Everyone wisely stayed out of her way.

      She marched two blocks up the sidewalk to the city jail.

      Blinking as her eyes adjusted to the light inside the office, Kate saw Fortune’s fearless sheriff, his feet propped up on his desk, his hands laced across his stomach. He was dozing in his chair.

      Her anger immediately flared.

      While a poor, defenseless little Chinaman was being brutally beaten in an alley two blocks away, the town marshal was asleep at his desk. Unforgivable! Seething, Kate swept over to Travis. Peaceful as a baby he was, shiny star moving up and down on his chest with his slow, rhythmic breathing.

      She reached out and shoved his booted feet to the floor.

      “What the devil!” he snarled.

      “I’ll tell you what the devil!” Kate said, leaning close. “You! You’re the devil! The big, bad sheriff who’s supposed to be some kind of legend. Everybody talks about your he-man prowess, your pistol-packing, rifle-toting, frontier-taming…your unsurpassed greatness. You think you’re tough. You’re not so tough. Dear Lord, here you are sleeping on the job! You’re supposed to keep the peace in this town, Sheriff! Do it!”

      She turned to leave. Travis’s hand caught hold of her flowing skirts.

      “You let me go!” she ordered, trying desperately to free herself.

      “Go? You came here to make a complaint, didn’t you?” He reeled her in by her skirt. To her chagrin, he plunked her down hard on his left knee. “Make it. Tell me what has happened to bring you here in such a state of agitation.”

      “I