Lindsay Buroker - Peacemaker

Kali lifted her hand and brushed her fingersalong his jaw. “I see you’re stubbly again. Didn’t we talk aboutyou adopting shaving on a more regular basis?”

His eyes crinkled, and he kissed her. It wasa might more chaste and gentle than she would have preferred, butshe supposed a woman with broken ribs ought not to have too muchexcitement in her day.

When Cedar drew back, Kali settled againstthe pillow again and said, “That was nice, but don’t think I’ll letyou loiter around me if kissing is all you’ve got in mind. As Irecall, you promised to put blade to board and help me build myairship.”

Cedar smiled. “You’re still a hard woman toimpress, I see.”

“Indeed, I am, sir. Whathappened to Lockhart?” Kali wondered if the detective wouldcontinue to be a problem, though she couldn’t imagine someonesurviving that explosion.

Cedar’s smile faded. “He’s dead.” He drew aColt from a holster in a belt hanging over the chair, and shegathered that he had gone to check for himself. He turned theweapon over in his hand, studying it, or perhaps not seeing it atall. “I ran into the cabin when I saw the ceiling fall. I wasn’tpaying attention to anything but-” His voice grew tight, as if hewas working around a lump in his throat, and he had to clear itbefore he could continue. “I would have been an easy target. Iguess he figured that at that moment saving you and the city wasmore important than shooting me.” His voice grew soft. “I don’tknow if I’d have been able to get you out of that cabin if not forhis help.”

Kali closed her eyes. It was strange anduncomfortable to be beholden to a dead man. How did one repay adebt like that? “He seemed like a decent fellow,” she said. “Justtoo stubborn to listen to the truth, but I reckon that’s a lot ofmen.”

“Most.”

If Cedar was relieved that the detectivewouldn’t be following him any more, he did not show it. But then,the Pinkertons would probably send someone else when they learnedof Lockhart’s death. Perhaps he had only traded a known enemy for anew, unknown one.

“It’s wrong, isn’t it?”Kali asked. “Decent people trying to kill each other, not evenknowing they are more alike than not, not realizing they got norightful reason to be enemies.”

Cedar offered a neutral grunt. Maybe hestill felt a measure of guilt for the role he’d played in thatwoman’s death. He returned the revolver to its holster.

Kali watched it. “He told me he wanted tobring peace with that.”

“I know.”

“They say the Pinkertonsare supposed to be the righteous hand of the law, but it’s foolishto think you can make peace if the only tool you have is agun.”

“Is that comment supposedto apply to me too?” Cedar asked. “Because I also have asword.”

Kali snorted. “The tool I’m really lookingforward to seeing you handle is a saw.”

“Ah, yes, aboutthat-”

Footsteps sounded on the wooden sidewalkoutside the window, and a knock came at the door. Cedar did nottense or reach for a weapon.

“Come in,” hecalled.

The door opened, and Keitlyudee strolled inwith young Tadzi limping after. Keitlyudee had cleaned up and worea beaded caribou dress and sandals. The bruises on her face hadstarted to fade, which made Kali toss a surprised glance atCedar.

“How long have I beenout?”

“Couple days,” he said.“You’ve been in and out. You were beat soundly up there, brokenribs and burns. Doc gave you a draught to make you sleep and healup.”

Kali couldn’t fault that, she supposed, butit made her uneasy to think of days passing without her knowingit.

Tadzi bounced to a stop in front of Cedar.“My cousins are working the crane with those two smiths, andthey’ll have the engine out soon. The deck’s all busted and burned,but lots of the hull is still serviceable.”

Kali stared at him. “What’s this?”

“I told Chief Isaac whatyou did for me,” Keitlyudee said, “and how what you did will givepeace to the spirits of all the girls that were killed by thatmonster. Now you’re…” She shrugged.

“You’re a hero!” Tadziblurted. “Cedar said you’re building an airship too.” His eyesnearly bulged out of his head.

“The Han were thinking ofa feast in your honor,” Cedar told Kali with a sly look, “but Isaid if they really wanted to honor you, they could send somepeople to help you salvage that ship and build the hull to your newone.”

“How many people?” Kaliwhispered, visions of a legion of workers dancing in her head.Maybe she could finish before winter came after all.

“About a dozen. And someof the townsfolk are helping get the airship out of the water. Themayor said you were welcome to what’s left, and he’s appreciativethat you kept the city from burning. So if you’ve ever wanted afavor, now might be the time to ask.”

“I…” Kali stifled agrimace. Though the pirates were to blame for much of the mess, ithad been her desire to take over the ship that had put Dawson injeopardy in the first place. It didn’t seem right to be anyone’shero over that. She had just fixed the problem she’d caused andnearly gotten herself killed in the process.

“My grandma said I couldcome help you with it,” Tadzi said. “If you’ll have me. I couldcarve the masthead!”

“I’d like to help too,”Keitlyudee said. “What I owe you can never be repaid.”

“I…”

“You’re not speechless,are you?” Cedar smirked. “I’ve never seen that on you.”

“I…don’t know what tosay,” Kali said.

“Thank you is a popularchoice,” Cedar said, then told Keitlyudee, “She’s hard to impressand has difficulty showing gratitude.”

“Do not.” Kali tried topunch him in the shoulder, but her ribs hurt too much and sheaborted the motion.

“See?” Cedar asked theothers.

Kali glared around the room. “Shouldn’t youall be working?”

“Aye, Captain.” Stillsmirking, Cedar saluted and ushered the others out of theroom.