rivalry between Butterfield and the Overland way too serious,â the drover said. âBut we got him arrested for that trick in Sacramento. The Butterfield bosses fired him afterward, or so I heard.â
âGood for them,â Ma declared.
âHe was plenty sore,â the drover went on. âI still remember him yelling after us as the sheriff led him away in handcuffs, âIâll make the Overland Express pay for this! You canât ruin Chet Ambrose like this! Iâll get my revenge!ââ
Annie felt a chill creep up her spine.
She faced the drover with steady eyes and a pounding heart. âIf this Chet Ambrose is the same Chet Ambrose you knew â¦â
Mrs. Dawson put an arm around Annieâs shoulders. âBut if he hates the Overland Express so much, why would he work for it?â
âHe said he wanted revenge,â the drover said. âWhat better way to get revenge than by working from inside the company?â
As the drover walked off to treat his sick mule, Ma took Annie by the arm. âHow can you be so sure Ambrose poisoned Magpie?â
Words bubbled out as Annie told her mother about the faked arrow wound, the boot print, the snagged green wool, and the blood-crusted pocketknife. As she was talking, Davy came running from the barn, waving the McGuffeyâs Reader. He proudly showed Ma his sketch of the boot print as Annie finished telling the story.
Ma sighed unhappily. âYour father did mention to me this morning that there was a wound on Magpieâs flanksâjust before the ⦠accident. Oh, I wish he were here to help sort this out!â
Annie cast a worried look at the station house. âI know. But Iâve already sorted it out, Ma. Donât you see? Ambrose faked the arrow wound so weâd blame Magpieâs poisoning on Indians. He figured it would stir up the old trouble between the Overland Express and the Indians. Thatâs his revenge!â
âNow that I think on it,â Ma slowly recalled, âAmbrose was awful quick to blame Redbird for meddling with the horse this morning. Shooting off that gun and all, like he wanted to draw attentionââ
Just then, the sound of crashing underbrush and pounding footsteps came from the pine scrub. Annie turned toward the noise, muscles tensed.
Billy burst from the trees and leaped across the yard, weaving through the clutter of freight wagons. âAnnie, whereâs Redbird?â he yelled.
âIn the station house,â Annie called.
âQuick, fetch her out here!â He gasped for breath. âMagpieâs getting worse!â
C HAPTER 13
N O T IME TO L OSE
Curious drovers clustered around Billy, and Jeremiah came striding from the barn. Redbird darted out of the station house. âBilly? Whatâs wrong?â Her slender dark face was taut with worry.
Billy fought to catch his breath. âFor a while Magpie seemed to be calming down. But then suddenly she started to tremble and sweat, and she was fighting to breathe. She was trying to lie downâI had to keep pulling her back up. I came here quick as I could.â
âSounds like the beginnings of colic,â Redbird said, frowning with concern.
Annie felt her stomach tighten like a fist. She knew colic could be deadly. All her excitement about solving the mystery turned sour. What good did it do to know how Magpie had been poisoned, if the poison still killed her?
Redbird laid a hand on Mrs. Dawsonâs shoulder. âIf itâs colic, I think I can help her. But you need me here, too, donât you?â
Ma sighed. âYou said yourself there ainât much to do now âcept wait for James to wake. You go on and help that pony. Iâll stay by my husband.â
Redbird turned and ran back toward the station house. âIâll get my medicine pouch!â she called over her shoulder.
Annie tugged miserably on Billyâs elbow. âWell, at least we