said.
âWell, looks like she is now,â the man said. He stepped back inside, muttering.
Shawn picked up the kitten. âSheâs purring,â he said.
âMaybe itâs a he,â Sedley said.
âNo, calicoes are nearly always female. We always had a few of them at Dromore. Good mousers.â
Shawn made cooing noises that Sedley thought him incapable of producing, tipped back his hat, and rubbed foreheads with the kitten.
âPretty kittlinâ that,â Sedley said.
âDo you want her?â Shawn said.
âHell no. Cats make me sneeze.â
âOw!â Shawn said. âShe scratched me.â
Suddenly the purring bundle of fur was transformed into a roll of barbed wire, and he looked for a way to put her down without being mauled.
âWhat are you doing to my Annabelle?â
Sunny Swanson, in a pink silk dress and large, shady hat, snapped shut her parasol and used it to thwack Shawn across the shoulder.
âGive me my kitten!â she yelled, her face furious. âYou . . . you animal abuser.â
âTake her!â Shawn said. âSheâs scratching the hell out of me.â
âCome here, Annabelle,â Sunny said. She took the calico and cradled her in her arm. âWhat did the bad man do to you, snookums?â she cooed. âDid he hurt you?â
The cat snuggled into the womanâs arm and purred.
Shawn was outraged at Sunnyâs accusation. âMadam, I assure youââ
âDonât sorry me, Shawn OâBrien,â the woman said. âMaybe you can bully poor Burt Becker, but you canât bully me or my cat.â
Sunny swung her parasol like a club.
âAnd donâtââ thwack ââtryââ thwack ââtoââ thwack ââkidnapââ thwack ââmyââ thwack ââkitty catââ thwack ââagain!â
The woman lifted her head, sniffed, and stalked away in a snowy flurry of laced petticoats and the drum of high-heeled ankle boots.
Shawn looked after Sunny as he rubbed his tormented left arm and shoulder. âI bullied poor Burt Becker?â he asked.
âI told you not to touch the ladyâs cat,â Sedley said, looking smug.
Irritated, Shawn said, âYou didnât tell me that.â
âBut if Iâd known it was hers, I would have.â
Before Shawn could utter the sharp retort at the tip of his tongue, a plump matron bustled between him and Sedley.
âI saw what happened, Mr. OâBrien,â the woman said. She had a large head, a plump body, and the alabaster fingers she laid on Shawnâs shoulder were adorned with marcasite rings. âI have a good mind to slap that hussyâs face.â
âItâs quite all right, dear lady,â Shawn said. âIt was all an unfortunate misunderstanding. Iâm really quite fond of kittens.â
âTo be assaulted like that and after what youâve done for this town,â the matron said as though she hadnât heard. She leaned closer to Shawn and dropped her voice to a whisper. âNow see what you can do about those infernal drums.â
âI certainly will,â Shawn said. âIâll study on it right away.â
âAnd the Chinese over at the rail depot. Born troublemakers the lot of them.â
âIâll talk to them, too,â Shawn said.
âGive them harsh words, Mr. OâBrien, harsh words. Show them heathens what it means to be a Christian white man around here.â
âDepend on it, maâam,â Shawn said.
âYou got a laundry list of stuff to do, huh, Shawn?â Sedley said.
And Shawn angled him a look.
âWell, itâs been nice talking with you, Mr. OâBrien,â the woman said. âAnd donât forget, harsh words, a white manâs words.â
Shawn touched his hat. âIâll heed your advice, maâam,â he said.
After
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