Sherri Shackelford - A Family For The Holidays

She picked up her speed once more. Right or wrong, something was suspicious about Emil’s absence. She wasn’t naive orphan Lily. She certainly wasn’t taking any chances. Emil hadn’t been seen in a week, which meant he’d gone missing only days after accepting guardianship. With their grandfather absent, only one last obstacle remained between the boys and someone who might want to exploit them for their inheritance.

She discovered the sheriff where Vic had predicted, sipping whiskey and playing cards in the saloon. Lily wrinkled her nose against the stench and forged onward. The lawman was wiry and small, barely larger than Sam, and had the bulbous pink nose of a gentleman who spent more time in the saloon than in church. He reminded her of a puppet with his exaggerated features and slim body. He was also her best option at the moment.

The sheriff caught sight of her and winked. “What can I do for you, little lady?”

Lily rolled her eyes. Was winking some sort of odd affliction amongst the men of Frozen Oaks?

“I’m concerned about the disappearance of Emil Tyler.”

“Old Emil? He’ll turn up. I don’t get paid to go looking for folks just because someone has their apron in a twist.”

The pain in her temple throbbed once more. This day had gone entirely too long.

“I think the gunfighter might be involved,” she said.

“Jake?”

Lily nodded.

“Don’t go messing with that one. Even Vic steers clear of him.”

“So I’ve heard.”

“What do you think he’s done?”

“I saw Jake watching Emil’s barbershop. Emil has disappeared. It stands to reason the two may be connected.”

“Get me some proof, lady. Right now, all you’ve got is an old fellow who wandered off. For all we know, he ain’t right in the head. Old fellows get odd like that.”

“Speaking from experience?”

“Huh?”

“Never mind.” Lily bit out the words through clenched teeth. “I’ll find the proof myself.”

* * *

Jake yanked open the lumber-mill door and searched the dimly lit interior. He glanced over his shoulder, then shut the door. Lily Winter had been trailing him for two days. Though his admiration was grudging, he had to concede she was rather good. She’d nearly caught up with him a couple of times.

Clearly she thought he was involved with Emil’s disappearance. There’d been no developments on that front either. No one was talking. His entire network had gone quiet. A sense of anticipation permeated the air, as though everyone in town was waiting for something to break.

A sound caught his attention and he spun around and met the muzzle of a quaking gun.

A pair of familiar, pretty blue eyes peered over the barrel.

“I was just wondering when something might happen.” Jake automatically raised his hands. “I thought I lost you at the livery.”

“You knew I was following you?” She tossed her head. “How long have you known?”

“I had a clue, yes. A lady in the bathhouse is bound to cause a stir.”

A violent shade of pink suffused her cheeks. “That was an accident. I was following you and not paying attention to my surroundings. Thankfully, the bathhouse was empty.”

The empty bathhouse had been more than fortunate. When he’d first caught wind she might be following him, he’d baited the trap. She’d followed him inside, then exited rather rapidly.

“Since you’re here,” Jake continued, “how about you tell me why you’re following me?”

“Vic said you had an argument with Emil. Why didn’t you mention your disagreement when we talked before?”

“Vic is lying.” Jake held his hands in a placating gesture, stalling for time. “I’m only trying to help you, Miss Winter. You should also know that the sheriff is following you.”

“A coincidence. I went to him for help when we first arrived.”

“Then he’s letting you do most of the legwork. He waits until you follow me, and then he follows you.”

“I’m inclined to believe you’re lying about that, as well. The sheriff doesn’t strike me as being much of a go-getter.”

“You’ve been here for two days, Miss Winter. Have you discovered anything else that’s odd about the inhabitants of Frozen Oaks?”

“Answer my questions first,” she demanded. “Did you kill Emil?”

“No.” At least the question was finally out in the open. “And we don’t even know if Emil is dead. He’s missing. There’s a difference.”

A myriad of emotions flitted across her face, a hint of sorrow and something more—a touch of anger. “People don’t just go missing. Either they disappear because they want to, or something bad has happened to them.”

“I’m trying to help you, Lily. If Vic is attempting to turn your suspicions on me, there must be a reason.” Jake didn’t have much time. If Lily was here, the sheriff wasn’t far behind. He searched their surroundings and strained his ears, hearing only the scuffling of a mouse scurrying along the walls. “Don’t you find something odd about this place?”

“I don’t follow.”

“Isn’t it curious that there’s no lumber in the lumber mill? According to town gossip, the Frozen Oaks lumber mill once did a thriving business.”

She tipped back her head and gazed at the empty rafters. “Not anymore.”

“Precisely, Miss Winter. The lumberyard is empty. The hotel rarely has guests, and there’s room in the livery for plenty of horses. That doesn’t bode well for Mr. Skaar.”

“Why the sudden interest in Vic?”

“I’m trying to warn you. Don’t be fooled by Vic. There are things about him you don’t know.”

“I’m done waiting. Those children deserve answers. Someone around here knows something. You’re the obvious suspect.”

Jake grappled with his own frustrations. He’d been too slow in acting. He’d only become concerned with Emil’s absence when the boys had arrived unannounced on the same day Vic had become a housebreaker. But if Vic had already dispatched Emil to erase his gambling debt, what was his interest in the grandchildren?

“I know you’re afraid,” he said. “I’m only interested in Sam and Peter’s safety, and yours, as well.”

She raised the gun above her head and wiped her forehead on her shoulder. Dust motes swirled in the dim shaft of light streaking through a gap in the paneling.

He took a step forward and she scurried back. “I’m warning you. You better not try anything, mister. If the sheriff is following me like you say, he’ll be here soon.”

“Where’d you get the weapon?” he asked.

She raised her chin a notch. “That’s none of your concern.”

“Have you ever fired a gun before?”

“I can pull a trigger.”

His stomach pitched. There was nothing more dangerous than a greenhorn with a pistol. “Fair enough. But I think you need a little practice. You’re lining up your shot by the notch at the end of the barrel.”

“Isn’t that how you’re supposed to line up the shot?”

“There are actually two points that line up. When you squeeze the trigger, squeeze slowly. The kickback will pull your shot off target.”

“Yes.”

“Yes what?”

“You asked me before if I’d noticed anything odd about the people living in Frozen Oaks. My answer is yes. Regina fawns all over Vic, even though I don’t think she truly likes him very much. The sheriff is more interested in discovering a straight flush than in trying to figure out why one of his local residents has gone missing. The strangest of all? The local gun for hire is teaching me to fire a weapon. While I’m pointing a gun at him.”

“Trust me, Miss Winter. I’m looking out for your best interest.”

“Trust you? How can I trust anyone? I have two young children who deserve a home. They deserve a family. Someone around here must know something. If you don’t start talking, I’m going to start shooting.” She raised her eyes heavenward. “Don’t worry, I’ll line up both sights.”