Читать книгу The Redemption Of Jake Scully - Elaine Barbieri - Страница 12

The sun had barely risen and Weaver had not yet fully awakened when Lacey crossed the empty main street and headed toward Sadie Wilson’s restaurant. Against Scully’s adamant protests, she had started working there a few days ago. She had made certain to rise at dawn so she would be at the restaurant before the first customer even thought of appearing at the door, and she now knew she would find Sadie already at work in the kitchen when she arrived.

Lacey smoothed the apron tied around her narrow waist. Sadie had provided it the first day of her employment and she wore it proudly. It was important to her that she do well in her new position. Scully had not mentioned again her near hysteria on the trail when he’d attempted to take her to her grandfather’s gravesite, and she was grateful. His solicitude during those frightening moments, however, made her more determined than ever to become independent. Scully was too good, too caring of her welfare. She could not bear the thought of telling him that her nightmares had grown more vivid since that day, nor of becoming a burden to him that he did not deserve.

A smile touched Lacey’s lips as she neared the restaurant. She had prayed, asking the Lord to help her do well so Sadie would be satisfied with her work, and her prayers had been answered. She hadn’t made any major mistakes so far in serving the customers, she was adapting well to the restaurant routine and Sadie had complimented her on the job she was doing.

Her thoughts were interrupted at the sight of the person waiting outside the restaurant door. Lacey hastened her step. She tapped Rosie on the arm when she reached her side. She liked Rosie and her friend, Jewel. Unlike some of the other Gold Nugget women, they had been friendly to her, and she appreciated their openness.

Rosie turned hesitantly toward her, and Lacey gasped with surprise. Wearing a plain cotton dress that bore no resemblance to the gaudy satin she normally wore, and without the heavy makeup of her trade, Rosie looked so young—certainly no older than Lacey, herself—but it was not that thought that stunned her.

A large bruise marked Rosie’s pale cheek.

Lacey asked spontaneously, “What happened to your face, Rosie? Did you fall?”

Rosie flashed a weak smile. “Yes…that’s what I did. I fell. I’m just clumsy, I guess.” She hastened to add, “But I’m all right. The mark won’t show under my makeup tonight, so Scully won’t have to worry about it when I work.”

“I’m sure Scully will just be glad as I am that you’re all right.”

Rosie changed the subject, saying, “Sadie hasn’t opened the door yet. I guess I’m early, but I didn’t get a chance to eat supper last night, and breakfast at the boarding house won’t be ready for hours yet. I couldn’t sleep for the loud complaints my stomach was making, so here I am.”

Somehow hesitant, Lacey replied, “I don’t think Sadie has everything ready, but you can come inside with me and wait, if you like.”

“No, I’ll wait outside.” Rosie took a backward step. “Some of the ladies in town don’t approve of Gold Nugget women, and I don’t want to cause any trouble.”

“Sadie’s not like that.” Lacey took Rosie’s arm. “Besides, you’re hungry, and that’s what the restaurant’s here for.”

“That’s all right. I’ll wait here.”

“Rosie, please.” Lacey smiled encouragingly and said, “It’s no trouble if you come inside now…really.”

Lacey drew Rosie reluctantly behind her as she entered. She called out to Sadie as the older woman worked at the stove, “Good morning, Sadie. I told Rosie it would be all right to wait at a table until you’re ready to open up.”

Sadie glanced over her shoulder. “That’s fine. I’ll be ready in a few minutes.”

Standing beside Sadie moments later, Lacey whispered, “I hope you don’t mind, Sadie. I didn’t want Rosie to wait outside. She fell and hurt herself. She’s kind of pale, and her face is bruised. I don’t think she feels too well.”

“Fell and hurt herself, huh? Is that what she told you?” Sadie looked back at Rosie, then shook her head. “It’s that boyfriend of hers. That Riley fella uses his hands on her when he has too much to drink. Everybody knows it.”

“You mean he hits her?” Lacey was stunned. “Why does she let him do that to her?”

“Life is sometimes hard for a woman out here, Lacey, especially somebody like Rosie who doesn’t have much to fall back on. I guess she figures she’s better off with Riley than without him.”

“But—”

“I know. It’s not right or fair.”

“But—”

“But that’s the way things are.”

Voices at the door turned Sadie’s attention to the four cowpokes who entered and sat down at a table. She said, “It looks like the restaurant’s open whether I’m ready or not. You’d better get started with the customers, Lacey. We’re going to fill up in here in a hurry.”

Lacey looked at Rosie.

“But take care of Rosie first. Like you said, she looks like she doesn’t feel too good.”

Lacey nodded. She swallowed the thickness in her throat as she turned in Rosie’s direction.

“You’re looking very fine today, Lacey.”

“Thank you, Mr. Gould. What can I get for you this morning?”

Barret smiled his practiced smile as Lacey awaited his reply. He had entered the busy restaurant for breakfast a few minutes earlier, as he had for the past few days since Lacey started working there. He knew he made a good appearance. He knew his clothes were impressive, and that the deference the customers of the restaurant showed him made him stand out favorably in Lacey’s mind. He also knew gaining Lacey’s confidence could be useful in so many ways.

He looked at Lacey as she smiled at him, showing even, white teeth with a candid, guileless expression.

He said softly, “You forgot to call me Barret, Lacey.”

To her credit, Lacey managed a demure flush. “Of course. I’m sorry.”

“No need to apologize. I’d like us to be friends.” Responding to her initial inquiry, he said, “I’ll have some of Sadie’s fine hotcakes and eggs this morning, but I know they couldn’t be any finer than the service.”

Barret complimented himself on the inroads he was certain he had made into Lacey’s esteem as she returned to work and he nodded at the familiar faces quickly filling the restaurant. Amused, he watched the cowhands at a nearby table scramble to retrieve a fork Lacey had dropped. He almost laughed. She had everyone fooled with her innocent appearance—everyone but him. He wondered what they would think if they knew how carefully she was guarding her real reason for returning to Weaver.

Those thoughts were still prominent in Barret’s mind when Lacey returned with his breakfast in hand. He patted her slender, ladylike hand as she placed his plate on the table and he commented, “Reverend Sykes and I look forward to seeing you at Sunday services this weekend.”

Withdrawing her hand, Lacey responded, “Yes, I’m looking forward to attending services, too.”

She walked quickly back to the counter to retrieve another customer’s breakfast. Barret turned under the weight of someone’s stare to see Jake Scully looking at him from the doorway. Scully did not return his smile of acknowledgment and Barret turned his attention to his breakfast in an effort to conceal his anger at the slight.

Barret inwardly smarted. He had never liked Jake Scully. Scully had never shown him the same respect that other residents of Weaver displayed toward him. As unbelievable as it seemed, he had the feeling Jake Scully looked down on him.

On him!

Actually, he was astounded that a man of the world like Scully could possibly have deceived himself into believing Lacey had left the refinement of city life behind and returned to Weaver without having greater prospects in mind. Could he possibly believe Lacey had come “home” because of a sense of obligation to him?

If so, he was a fool.

Barret watched covertly as Scully settled himself at a corner table. Scully’s gaze was fixed on Lacey with an intensity that appeared almost proprietary, and Barret’s questions were answered.

Jake Scully—a man who had seen it all, taken in by the wiles of a cunning woman!

The thought was delicious.

He didn’t like it…not one little bit.

Scully scrutinized the patrons who had filled Sadie’s restaurant to capacity although the day had hardly begun. His breakfast lay untouched in front of him as Lacey moved between the tables serving customers.

He seethed.

He watched as Barret Gould again called Lacey to his table, as Barret looked up at her with his suave, cultivated smile. His stomach churned as Barret stood up and whispered into Lacey’s ear before paying his bill, his hand lingering on hers a second too long.

He hadn’t needed that display to realize Lacey was out of her depth here. Lacey was too naive, too sincere. She wasn’t experienced with the divergent personalities frequenting Sadie’s establishment—just as Sadie’s customers weren’t accustomed to a person like Lacey.

Nor was Lacey accustomed to or deserving of the type of treatment she was subjected to by them. He had heard the occasional complaints if the food took too long in reaching the table, the demands that kept Lacey running. He had noted the assumptions about her instinctively friendly manner. One misguided cowhand had actually whistled to get her attention! True, Lacey seemed to handle it all gracefully, but it galled him.

As Scully watched, a young cowpoke summoned Lacey back to his table for the fourth time, smiling broadly. Obviously intent on impressing her, he joked and teased until Sadie called her away with a flimsy excuse. He saw the table of cowboys seated nearby whisper as Lacey passed, then laugh aloud. He noted the glances two matrons seated nearby exchanged when their husbands followed Lacey’s progress across the room with more than common interest, and he observed with growing heat the drummer who called Lacey to his table, then pressed a coin into her hand with a wink. If that man thought he could buy his way into Lacey’s affections—

“Say now, what does a fella have to do in here to get some service?” Scully’s rioting thoughts were interrupted by the loud complaint of an unshaven cowpoke who stood up unsteadily at his table and slurred, “I’ve been waiting an hour in here, Sadie. Ain’t your new girl going to wait on me? I’m a good customer!”

Scully tensed. Everyone in the restaurant knew Jud Hall had walked through the doorway only a few minutes previously, just as everyone knew Jud was trouble. He knew, because he had tossed the drunken cowpoke out of his saloon on too many occasions to count.

Tensing, Scully watched as Lacey approached Jud, her face hot. He saw Jud’s face change as she drew closer. He didn’t like what Jud was obviously thinking when Lacey said, “What would you like Sadie to make for you this morning?”

A leering Jud answered, “Maybe I don’t want Sadie to make nothin’ for me this morning, darlin’. Maybe I want you to cook me my breakfast.”

Interrupting from her place beside the stove, Sadie called out, “I’m the cook in this restaurant, Jud. If you don’t like it, you can leave.”

“Maybe I don’t want to leave.” His leer turning aggressive, Jud continued, “Maybe I want this girlie here to—”

Scully was on his feet in a flash. Gripping Jud by the back of the neck, he paid no attention to the chairs that scraped out of his way and the customers who dodged Jud’s flailing arms and legs as he propelled him toward the door. He waited deliberately until Jud hit the street with a thud before walking back into the restaurant and closing the door behind him. He did not look at Lacey as he slapped his coin down beside his uneaten breakfast, then walked over to her and said in a voice meant for her ears alone, “When you finish up work here today, tell Sadie you’re not coming back.”

Lacey looked up at him, her face red.

“Tell her.”

He did not wait for Lacey’s response as he walked out the door.

Barret observed the scene from the street.

A saloonkeeper protecting the virtue of a prospector’s granddaughter.

How quaint.

How noble.

How stupid.

But it told him something. He had been right in everything he had been thinking. Scully was totally taken in by Lacey’s pretended innocence.

Barret watched as Scully exited the restaurant. Scully’s involvement with Lacey complicated an already difficult situation. He need tread lightly in dealing with Lacey because of Scully, and Lacey would need to tread just as lightly if she expected to claim her grandfather’s strike without her unwanted protector following at her heels.

Barret considered that thought. It appeared he could be in for a long siege.

Unless…

Barret frowned.

Unless he could find a better way.

Lacey walked across the saloon floor toward the staircase to the second floor where her room awaited her. It had been a difficult morning at the restaurant—the most trying so far because of the incident with Jud Hall and Scully. She recalled the silence that had followed Scully’s departure from the restaurant, then the gradual hum of speculative conversation that had ensued. She was glad it was over. She was anxious to reach the silence of her room, but she knew she would first meet another brief, revealing silence—the one her appearance always elicited when she walked through the saloon doors.

Lacey knew that silence was one of the reasons Scully was so adamant about her taking a room at Mary McInnes’s boarding house. She also knew it was the reason he had arranged for the dilapidated outside entrance to the saloon’s second floor, previously unusable, to be repaired.

Lacey nodded at a few familiar faces in passing, then climbed the staircase, head high. She would be glad when the outer staircase was finished, actually more for Scully’s sake than her own. It would relieve some of his stress. Yet she knew Scully would not be truly satisfied until she had severed all connection with the saloon and its patrons.

Lacey considered that possibility seriously for the first time. Her room above the Gold Nugget was the only home that remained for her. It was her haven. It was the place where she had recuperated from the most traumatic experience of her life. In it, she had known she was safe because Scully was nearby. She felt the same way now, but she was becoming acutely aware of the disservice she did to Scully in insisting that she stay.

Gasping with surprise when Scully stepped unexpectedly into sight at the top of the stairs, Lacey did not protest when he took her arm and said with an expression that suffered no protest, “I need to talk to you.”

Lacey turned toward Scully when he ushered her into her room, leaving the door ajar as he turned toward her to ask, “Did you tell Sadie you won’t be back to work at the restaurant again?” “No.”

Scully did not look pleased.

“I’m not going to quit, Scully.”

“Yes, you are.”

“No, I’m not.”

Scully’s chest began an angry heaving. He said tightly, “You tried and did your best, but working at the restaurant was a bad idea in the first place.”

“It isn’t.”

“You saw what happened this morning.”

“I could’ve handled it, Scully.”

“Really.”

“I could have! Sadie warned me about Jud. He causes trouble every now and then, but he’s always been manageable in the past.”

“In the past…before you started working there.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“You have a mirror, Lacey.”

“I don’t understand.”

Scully paused a moment, then grasped Lacey by the shoulders and turned her toward the washstand mirror. He held her facing her reflection as he demanded, “What do you see when you look at yourself, Lacey?”

“Scully…”

“Tell me.”

Lacey frowned as she studied her image, then said, “I see a young woman with blond hair and blue eyes whose hairdo needs repairing and who looks confused.”

Standing behind her, Scully stared at her reflection as he said, “I’ll tell you what I see…what every man in that restaurant saw this morning. I see a young woman whose fair hair and womanly figure catches a man’s attention even before he gets a closer look that stops him in his tracks.”

“Scully…” Lacey gave a short, embarrassed laugh. “That’s ridiculous.”

“Is it? Look at yourself more closely. Is there another woman in this town who looks as good as you do?”

“Of course there is!”

“Who?”

Momentarily taken aback, Lacey stuttered, “There’s…ah-ah…Noelle Leach, the blacksmith’s daughter. She’s a natural beauty.”

“Right, and she smells like horses.”

“Scully!”

“Go ahead, name another.”

“There’s Rita Johnson, the apothecary’s niece. I haven’t met her personally, but I’ve seen her, and she’s lovely.”

“Lovely? She’s also so snobbish and impressed with herself that she repulses any man who might think of looking her way.”

“You’re not being fair.” Lacey shook off Scully’s grip and turned back toward him with a touch of irritation. “What difference does that all make, anyway?”

“What I’m trying to tell you, Lacey, is that you’re different from the women in this town. You’re kind and innocent, and too friendly for your own good. You trust people too much. You don’t seem to realize that some of the men who look at you in that restaurant don’t have the best of intentions.”

“Oh, pooh!”

Scully’s expression darkened. “Take Gould, for instance.”

“Barret?”

“He can’t be trusted.”

“How can you say that? He’s a lawyer.”

“Is that supposed to prove something?”

“He’s educated, and dedicated to serving the law.”

“Is he?”

“He’s also a member in good standing of Reverend Sykes’s church.”

“Oh, so that’s supposed to mean something?”

“Of course it does!”

“Lacey, Reverend Sykes arrived in town only a few weeks before you. He doesn’t know the townsfolk any better than you do.”

“Scully…”

“But even Reverend Sykes accepts that people aren’t always what they represent themselves to be. And as far as our town lawyer is concerned, I’ve seen too many peculiar things happen over the years after some poor fellows wandered into town and went to Barret Gould for advice. He isn’t to be trusted, Lacey.”

“No one else in Weaver seems to feel that way.”

“I’m in a unique position in Weaver, Lacey. I see people come and go that the respectable members of the community don’t give a second glance.”

“I can’t believe that.”

“You should, and the fact that you don’t is just my point. You’re too gullible to be exposed to the element that frequents the restaurant.”

“You and I have eaten there every morning since I arrived!”

“That’s right, but you weren’t working there, where everybody feels you’re at their beck and call.”

“Everyone respects me there.”

“Oh? What about Jud?”

“That was different. He got out of hand. One of the customers in the restaurant would’ve stepped in to take care of him if you hadn’t.”

“Is that what you want…to be exposed to that kind of treatment, hoping somebody will step in to stop it?”