quartet of trolls, watching them strain up the ribbon of road.
âLook ahead now,â Bill said.
She turned forward. They approached a place where a huge boulder crowded to the edge of the road.
âAnyplace thereâs cover, you need to be watching.â
âYou think there might be outlaws hiding behind that rock?â
âYou just never know. They say that back in the old days when the most ore was coming down, this was a favorite spot.â
Vashtiâs neck prickled. The road was so steep, the mules walked slowly, leaning into their collars. She sat straighter and flicked glances at every conceivable hiding place along both sides of the road, always coming back to the base of the boulder. The only sounds were creaking leather, the mulesâ labored breathing and snorting, and the crunch of the wheels on the sandy ground.
When theyâd passed the spot, she sighed and relaxed a little.
Bill nudged her with his elbow. âIt also makes a good courting spot, on top of that boulder.â
She laughed. âDid Mr. Bane tell you his nephewâs coming?â âI heard.â
âHeâs boarding him at the Fennel House.â
Bill grunted. They reached a somewhat flat spot in the road, with no trees or large rocks about, and he halted the team. âI like to let them take a breather here. More uphill ahead.â
Vashti nodded. âWhat would you have done if bandits jumped out from behind that rock back there?â
He frowned and spit again. âItâs a bad place. Canât run away from âem, âcause the roadâs so steep. Canât turn around. Reckon Iâd have to stop and give âem what they wantedâunless you shot âem first.â
She gulped. âYou think I should shoot if that happens?â
âIf someone jumps out, aiming a gun at us, Iâd just as soon you let off a round and didnât wait to parley. If theyâs only one or two of âem, that might be enough. If theyâs a whole gang⦠well, thatâs different. At a tight spot like that, itâs better to give in than get killed.â He shrugged. âJust be glad we donât have to worry about Injuns anymore in these parts.â
By the time they reached Silver City, every muscle in Vashtiâs body ached. The passengers grinned at her as they left the coach. âThanks, young fella,â one of them said.
âYouâre welcome.â She kept her hat on as Bill drove the coach around to where the liveryman would unharness the team.
As she climbed down again, she heard the man say to Bill, âYouâve got a new messenger.â
âThatâs right.â Bill came around to her side of the coach. âAll right, George, letâs get over to the hotel.â
Vashti quietly walked alongside Bill, carrying the small canvas bag sheâd brought.
âI generally share a room with the shotgun rider,â Bill said as they reached the steps of the Idaho Hotel.
She paused with one foot on the bottom step. âMr. Bane said to get a separate room.â
âHe paying for it?â
âI reckon.â
Bill shook his head. âHe wonât want to keep doing that.â
âWell, he was in a bind today.â
âSo this is a onetime thing for you?â
She raised her chin and met his gaze just below her hat brim. âNo, sir. I want to learn to drive and do this regular, like I told you.â
âThen you need to think about your bunking arrangements. Folks will think itâs odd if you have a separate room. And that Griff pays for it, or pays you enough for you to do it. People will think about that.â
âWhat do you think I should do?â
Bill lifted his hat and scratched his head. âDonât know. Thereâs a widow woman over on Placer Street. Maybe if you told her who you are, sheâd let you board with her whenever you come up here.â
âThen wouldnât