called her name. At least, she thought it was her name. âMizâHendershun. HenderâHendershun.â Dixie John was slumped at a table near the door to the back room, his hat pulled low on his forehead. Emma had been so eager to escape from Blackjackâs smug smile and veiled threats that sheâd forgotten sheâd meant to interview Dixie John, too! She hesitated.
âCome âere.â He beckoned.
Emma stepped closer. Whatever was in the big tin cup on the table in front of him smelled bad. He smelled bad.
âI heard what you shed. What you said .â
Heâs drunk! Emma realized with disgust. She took a step back.
âNo, wait.â Dixie John held up one trembling hand. âI know.â
âYou know what?â Emma asked impatiently.
âWhatâcherâ lookinâ for,â he got out, as if she was an incredibly stupid girl who required great patience. âI dug too good, you shee.â He took another swallow from his cup and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.
âExcuse me,â Emma muttered, but Dixie John managed to grab her wrist. âItsh the gold!â he muttered. âYou wonât believe me. But idâitsh all there. You can find it. You have to look ish ⦠ish ⦠thâ birdâs eyeââ
Blackjackâs hand dropped onto Dixie Johnâs shoulder. âI suspect Miss Emma has business elsewhere, my friend,â he said pleasantly. âAnd you are in no condition to talk with young ladies.â He nodded toward the door. âGo on,â he told Emma. âHe wonât bother you. He always rambles when heâs drunk.â
Emma wrenched her hand free and fled.
C HAPTER 9
T HE W HISTLER
As she bolted from the saloon, Emma almost plowed into Tildy Pearce. âOh!â Emma exclaimed. âI beg your pardon!â
Tildyâs tired eyes squinted into a smile. âI was so excited about meetinâ you this morning, I decided to head in early to make me some money.â She cocked her head toward the sound of the fiddle.
âTildy â¦â Emma hesitated. The skin on her wrist felt itchy where Dixie John had held it. âIs it safe for you to be in the saloon? I meanâsome of the men get drunk.â
âMost of the men are just lonely,â Tildy said with a shrug. âI keep away from the heavy gamblers. Theyâre the only ones to cause trouble. A man in debt is a desperate man.â
âWell, good luck,â Emma said, not sure what else to say. âAnd ohâI havenât forgotten about your land deed. Iâll ask my mother tonight.â She watched as Tildy disappeared into The Raven, ready to dance the evening away.
The rain had stopped, and Emma held her skirt out of the mud as she hurried back to the newspaper office. Blackjackâs threat and Dixie Johnâs ramblings made her uneasy. The haunting whistled strains of Maggie by My Side echoed through her mind. When a passing man nodded politely in greeting, she jerked away, then forced herself to take a deep breath. It was suddenly hard to tell what was real and whom to trust.
She found her mother and Mule Tom bent over the printing press. âOh, Emma, there you are,â Mother said. âI was hoping youâd get back before I had to leave. Jeremyâs father and Mr. Boggs and some of the other men are forming a Safety Committee, since we donât have a sheriff yet. Theyâre meeting tonight in the room above Mr. Boggsâs store. Iâve been invited to attend and write a story about it. Do you want to come?â
Emma considered. This would be the first formal gathering Mother attended in her Reform Dress. Heaven only knew what reaction that would provoke! âI donât think so. When are you going?â
âIn just a few minutes.â
âMother! Itâs almost suppertime!â
âYou donât mind going back by yourself, do you?â
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