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  1. Toole slowed his horse so as not to run him out, he had a ways to go, and in all actuality, there was no real rush. Not that he would be at the bar in the saloon for more that one drink, if that. Case trusted him, and that meant more to him than a little whiskey. No, he would be there to seek out information to take back. Of course Toole had no idea the bank had been robbed the night before, actually hours before and he would just miss Walt Shannon and company by a matter of hours, making their escape. And he would not know that there was a posse on their trail, or what they thought might be their trail. After all, right or wrong Sheriff Roy Middleton had to make an effort, and they really had no actual 'this is it' trail to follow. Soft sand left no discernible trail to follow, so it was a guess on his part, and he had no idea how accurate that guess was. However, as in all lucky guesses, there is always an element of error. Toole pulled up seeing the rising dust ahead of him. It meant that a group of riders was moving fast in his direction, could it be a posse out of Big Flat? If so, how in Hades had they stumbled on their trail? They were pushing hard, too hard to be cowboys, and he'd seen no sign of a herd behind him. He jerked the reins hard around, and put spurs to his mount who responded by leaping forward, which was now the way back to Case and the boys. His rough estimate of the size of the party was eight to ten me, in actuality it was half a dozen men, men invested in the town of Proctor, and men whose money had been taken in the dead of night and they wanted to get it back one way or another. Most were unaware that there had been a payroll for a mining company in that safe, as well as their savings and receipts from their businesses. They would see the rider moving away in a hurry and immediately would assume he was one of the robbers.
  2. As he looked at the facade of the building he too could visualize what Em was saying about the future. More and bigger buildings. More people, horses, cabs and carriages and whatever else the future might bring. None of which he was actually looking forward to, all a man needed was a good woman, a good horse, and plenty of land. Yet, he understood that Em like all of this 'civilization', with it's fancy dress, proper manners and such. Now, would she trade life in Montana for this? Had for him to guess, since all this was new to her and exciting. Suddenly he pulled himself away from such thoughts. "Believe you got a point, Em." As he opened the massive doors for her. "Place has grown since I was last here, just seems to keep gettin' bigger. Now this, this here's what I'd call a store. I mean have a look at alla this stuff!" It was true, countless vendors with products of all kinds, this could get real expensive, not that he really cared. @Bongo
  3. News has been sparse, the fight of course, would be the highlight, but it had been predictable. The crowd felt cheated by it, yet there would be no use harping on the fraud that had been perpetrated on the attendees. Suffice to say the Deputy was beaten, but would still be serviceable to the Marshal, and his community. A poor choice, and how he had been coerced into such a one sided affair escaped the editor. He, of course, would make mention of the fight and it's results. Then there was he shootings committed by Caleb Barnes and his subsequent end. Sad how the boy went bad, not an unheard of story. Then too, Frank Grimes untimely death when he thought to outdraw a man in the Stardust saloon only to be gunned down himself. Not an uneventful time, but other than the fight it seemed to be more of the same. It wouldn't be long before a chapter of the 'Pure Prairie League' would pop up and demand the place be closed, that laws be passed regarding drunkenness, followed closely by the outlawing of firearms within town limits. He wondered if reporting these things would only fire up those who would force their will on the rest. The taming of Kalispell.
  4. "Is that so? Not that I doubt you Marshal, not at all, I guess it's just a reaction to here we go again." She remarked. "I wondered if he might decide at some point to come back this way. And he has his minions with him. How many, do you know?" "I've been told a dozen, but I really can't say for sure, although I tend to believe the man who said he saw them." Speed commented, he was just going off of Jacob Lutz's story, which he had no reason to doubt. "He was described accurately." "Well then I would assume he would be heading for the back country where he has a place. If the law is after him, well, with no State authorities, they can do very little. Have you heard anything from any other lawmen?" "No, not to this point, there was something about Big Flat, a mining camp to the south where there was trouble, and your brother was there, but all of it is unclear and hearsay. Now, if there is anything that happens up here, I am authorized to assume the duties of the County Sheriff, and, I have two Marshals from the Governors service at my disposal." Speed detailed for her. "And your man Pike, he's still away?" She asked. "Yes, last I knew he was in San Francisco, a bit far to rush back here, and how do we know Case will try anything here? We don't." "Ah, San Francisco, yes." Leah smiled. "He hates you Speed Guyer, hates you with a passion." Her tone was matter of fact. "He will want to kill you, but he will be the one that comes for you not any of his lackeys. It will be face to face, you can rely on that." Speed, standing hat in hand also smiled. "I assumed it would be that way. It's what his men might decide to do that concerns me. Case and I, a matter of accuracy, when it comes to that. I doubt that will be the first thing he's planning." "And you could be right. Let me get that tea, the water is boiling."
  5. "So how long we gonna stay here?" Toole asked, not that he minded lounging around, but he did have a pocket full of money that was itching to be spent. "The boys are a some restless and havin' money means they wanna get out an' spend it somewhars." Case looked at Toole like he had lost his mind. "Likely get ourselves shot to doll rags. If news has gotten this far, and there's no reason not to think it hasn't, then the law will be on the lookout for us. So the closest place would be Proctor where we just were. Tell you what, Toole, I want you to ride down there and see what's what. Maybe we head back down there, and maybe we find out if there's a posse out for us." "I can do that, boss. I surely can." Toole answered. "You boys sit tight won't be all that long." He marched off to the picket line to get his horse saddled. Case stood watching him. Toole was a good man, dependable, so his foray into Proctor would not result in him dallying in the saloon, maybe running his mouth as some might. No, Toole would ride in and have a look around, maybe get a meal see what he could learn, but he would stay away from the saloon. Saddled and mounted, Toole walked his mount over to Case. "Be back as soon as I can." He tuned the horse and started off toward the town of Proctor as the men watched and Dyer Howe walked up to Case. "Where's he goin'?" Was the question. "Proctor, see if it's safe to ride in a few at a time and have some fun." Case replied. "No way I'm turning all you boys loose on that poor town at the same time. Liable to get us all killed!" He said that jokingly, but there was truth in those words. A dozen liquored up outlaws loose in a town? That was a recipe for disaster. "Yeah, that wouldn't do. Not at all." Dyer answered. "Take some plannin' and some control if we're gonna do that." "Don't I know that." Case admitted, looking after the fast disappearing Toole.
  6. Walt Shannon squatted by the fire just a couple of miles from where Case Steelgrave was camped. They had seen smoke and skirted the area, not knowing who or what might be found at that fire. They would noon, take stock of what they had taken, and then move on, if there was a posse, they would see the other smoke, and that would take them off of their trail, even though they didn't leave much of one. Indian Charlie saw to that. There was over four thousand dollars that had been stuffed in the saddle bags, currently dumped on a blanket where it had been counted and re-stacked. Now, after that there was a good seven or eight hundred dollars in 'stray' cash along with a couple bags of coins. Those would be split up between them shortly. The lions share of the money taken, less fifteen percent, came out to thirty-four hundred dollars for Case. "So, what are ya gonna do with their cut? Put it in another box and leave it somewhares?" Wally asked. "No. You seen that smoke? Well I'd say that's probably them. we could just ride on over there an' hand it to 'em, but maybe that posse, if there is one, they'd see their smoke and then we risk being nabbed. So I think we get our bearings for the next job and maybe shadow 'em a ways. That is, unless they like laying around out here." Shannon explained. He was not for taking chances, their luck was holding and there was no sense jinxing it by being stupid. "So next on the list is cross country to Rollins. Take a couple days ain't but ten miles, maybe twelve, but hard country. No posse'll be followin' us that way. And Rollins has itself a nice little bank."
  7. Case and his boys were camped north-west of Proctor, along side a nameless lake, taking their time getting wherever they were going. Case had not said yet, other than they were headed north toward Kalispell. So far things had been interesting. The addition of Shannon and his men had already been profitable. So that was a boon for men doing nothing, but a surprise that they had actually followed through with the split from the bank job. It would be a test now to see what happened with the rest of the banks along the way that were on the list, and how Shannon would hold up his end of the bargain, even though they had not parted on the best of terms at Boyer's Crossing, anything was possible, from continuing the deal, to craw-fishing on it. Only time would tell what was to happen, which also gave Case pause. To the north was home range on the Evergreen, but even as crooked as his father was, a gang of outlaws, worse than the ones he had on his payroll, would not be welcome for more than a few days at best, but then, there was no telling what Elias Steelgrave was apt to do, or accept. Case was his son after all. There were rumors of mining operations to the north, and it was if not cattle rich, it certainly had plenty for them to take. Mining of course, interested him as it was a means to some easy money by any number of ways. A man just had to use his head. Big Flat had taught him a valuable lesson, it was clear that a gang could not ride roughshod over a mining camp anymore than they could take over a town. Whitefish had been the exception to that. It was natural for Case to slowly take over the town of Whitefish from it's infancy to where it was before it's destruction. That had been simple, the simplicity failed in Big Flat. Yet there was Guyer to deal with in Kalispell, that did not mean he had to take the town to do it. And, it was possible, he thought, that using his head, he could ease his way into control of the town, with Guyer out of the way. He liked that thought. Pike would be a different problem altogether, but there were rumblings that he was gone. He needed to get more on that.
  8. As Speed left the office and headed for Leah Steelgraves residence on East Oregon Street the weight of the extra gun gave him pause to consider what may lie ahead. Tom Love was an unknown and that made him almost more dangerous than Case and his men. A dozen, if not more of the dregs of Montana. Warning her was the sensible thing to do, her and her men. It dawned on him, with Cook and McNue, that would be six against twelve or more. ~0~ At the office to two men sat a long moment, each with his ow thoughts about what might be coming when John Cook said, "Gettin' a mite long in the tooth for this sortta thing, but, I guess we got it to do, eh Bill. McNue nodded as he looked at his long time partner. Been in some scrape, you an me, guess one more ain't gonna make much difference. Guyer, he just strapped on another iron, like it was all in a days work. Damn!" "That cushy job in Helena sortta took us outta that day to day doins of bein' a lawman." Cook related. "Hell John, this'll be fun. They don't know it's you an' me they're up agin. By doggies!" McNue stated. ~0~ They sat across the street where he would expect them to be. Bannister, McKinney and Santee, each nodded to him as he walked up to the door of the clapboard house, thinking how it really was not where one would expect to find her. He rapped lightly. Leah, almost surprised at the knock rose from the settee and went to the door, opening it see Marshal Guyer, which gave her cause to smile. "Marshal, do come in." She offered. "A pleasant surprise, indeed. I have water on for tea if you'd like a cup." "I'm afraid this isn't a social call, but yes that sounds fine." He replied almost hesitantly. "I'm afraid I've word that your brother, Case, is headed back this way and he has a number of men with him."
  9. A voice from the front of the carriage said, "I'll have you back in plenty of time, Ma'am. Mister Sharon gave me explicit instructions." Pike sat back, "Guess that's taken care of, Em. So I guess maybe we just sight see, maybe we just leave it to the driver here to show things of interest, maybe things most folks miss." "May I?" The driver asked. "Sure. Gwan." Brarnabas said. "Well I'll take you and the lady down to market street which ids filled with beautiful buildings, but one in particular is my favorite. The Emporium. It was built in 1895, opened in 1896, survived the 1906 earthquake but was destroyed by the subsequent fire. Rebuilt in 1908 to it's original splendor." "As you gaze at the magnificent façade, 275 feet in length and seven stories high, you can hardly realize the great size of its component parts. This is due to the symmetry and harmony of the architecture, the style of which is Modern Renaissance. The main entrance is immense, the span of the arch alone being 25 feet and its height 40 feet. It is the largest single bond arch as yet constructed in any mercantile building or business block, and some of the stones used in it weigh twelve and even fourteen tons each. "Above the third story rises the imposing colonnade of Corinthian columns, eighteen in number, flanked to half their height by pilasters. These columns reach to the top of the sixth story, thus covering with bases and capitals included, a height of three stories. Their entablature is simple and elegant, and above it rises the façade of the seventh story, which is surmounted by a rich cornice and stone balustrade. "Fifteen elevators, run by electric power, will be in operation for passengers and freight. Indicative of the high class of tenants...is the fact that already the Supreme Court of California has leased the entire seventh floor for its court rooms and the transaction of its business in this city. "The building has been made practically fireproof. Constructed throughout on a mammoth skeleton of steel, and protected laterally by brick fire walls against danger from outside, the structural material of the interior – mostly terra cotta, steel, and stone – reduces the risk of fire inside to a minimum." "I have memorized the article from the Overland Monthly of November 1895 and share it whenever I have the opportunity. We'll stop and you can go in. I believe you will find it a most interesting experience." Original Architectural Rendering From Overland Monthly November 1895 @Bongo
  10. Mature Content: Probably not, maybe some lingo. With: Marshalls McNue & Cook, possible others Location: Add specific location information here. When: Mid July 1876 Time of Day: Afternoon Town Marshal Speed Guyer sat at his desk in his office ruminating about the new he had received from Hector Wigfall and from Jacob Lutz. Tom Love was just one man, and he knew nothing of him, or his abilities as a gunman, but Case Steelgrave was another matter altogether. He knew plenty about him and the crowd he ran with. The gang he ran was more like it. The town of Whitefish had allowed him to run them almost in the open. But with no County Sheriff, nothing was ever brought to trail about him or his men. The Storm of '75 ended that, wiping out Whitefish, his stronghold. And they had been on the move for the most part ever since. True, they had had their chance to convict Case, but a big city lawyer had ended that hope winning an acquittal. Would they come to Kalispell? The Evergreen? Their hideout? Anywhere else and any direction? The choices were all his, so combining to the two, Love and Steelgrave, well, that just made things all that much worse, and no Pronto Pike to stand with him. He did not hear or see them ride up to the hitch rail in the front of the Municiple Building, and until the opened the front down and stated for the office he hadn't heard them, however their jingling spurs announced their arrival long before they opened the door and stepped inside.. "Whatcha cogitatin' on Guyer? Somepan got ya treed?" Cook asked. "You boys ever hear of a Tom Love? Supposed to be a gun hand of some repute." "Yep." McNue said flatly. "I ain't real sure how much of a gun hand he is, killed him a few, ain't too sure any was a stand up fight." "Bad as that Wallace Oldham! Back shootin' son of a buck!" Cook was shaking his head. "Find him around the minin' camps over't Butte, Wise River, that area. Why?" "Well, while you two were out sight seeing, got word both are headed this way. Tom Love, Case Steelgrave, with maybe a dozen hard cases, with him. They ain't together." "Oh, now we heard about Steelgrave and that crooked lawyer that got him off. Might make ya feel some better ta know he was killed. Caught cheatin' at cards up in Helena. Sad thing that, he shoulda know'd better." McNue recited. "Too bad. He was slick alright. So, now you've heard the bad news. And that would be plenty of it. Depends on where the Steelgrave outfit is headed and what plans he might have for this place. Tom Love? Can't say." "You reckon Case'd throw in with his pa over this hospital fiasco?" Cook asked. It ell quiet for a moment. "That? I don't know." Speed replied. "Count on you boys to stick around?" McNue and Cook exchanged looks then both nodded that they would. "Guess I best tell Miss Steelgrave, and her men." Speed informed them as he got to his feet, then he did something new for him, he opened the bottom desk drawer and took out a gun belt and holster, a left hand holster and strapped in on over his right hand rig, Lastly he took out another Colt, four and three quarter inch barrel, front sight removed, and dropped it into the holster. "Man outta be prepared." Cook McNue
  11. "That'll be somethin' special, and' likely the envy of the valley, I mean they got windas like tat in the big towns, Helena, Boseman, Virginia City. The one up there I mean. They surely got mansions up on the Comstock , but you an' me, we got us a reminder of this time here in Frisco fer all ta see!" He opened the door and helped Em into the open carriage, it was no day to be in an enclosed one. He climbed in. "Driver, thanks for bringin' us here. Likely never would have thought about such things on our own." "Quite all right, Sir." The driver replied. "Hope you found something you liked in there, he has quite the selection. Used in the finest homes in the city. Where to, Sir." "Ain't rightly sure. Em? Where to, any place special?" He asked. @Bongo
  12. Daylight found Sheriff Roy Middleton standing in the doorway of the Proctor Bank, the back door where he had just untied Deputy Dawes Richardson who was trying to explained what had happened. "I started my rounds like always. As I passed the bank I could see the back door was open. Now lookin' at it, well, Freddy McCorkle, you know the teller, well, he's left the back door open afore, so I figgered he'd done it again, so I proceeded to walk around back, there was a man kneelin' at the safe, and that's when the lights went out. Next I knew I was bound, gagged, an' they wuz gone with the safe's contents." Just then bank manger, owner Dwyer Elllis came in through the front door and surveyed what could be seen, two lawmen and an open back door. "Damn it!" he shouted, both lawmen looking at him. "What the hell are we paying you for, Middleton? My bank robbed! There was a payoll in there, as well as other valuables and important papers, and I assume they are all gone?" Dwyer Ellis sat on the town board, as they called it, and was almost as unliked as the current mayor Eethan Clark who would be there the moment he heard the news. That would not be long as Edna Whipple had paused at the door eaves dropping, then hurried off. The whole town would know in a matter of minutes. "What do ya want from us. Dawes here volunteered for the job til we fill it, and a mans gotta sleep sometime. You think there was any warning? Any hint someone was gonna hit this bank last night? Who ever heard of robbing a bank at night? In the gawddamned middle of the night? They blew the safe without so much as a peep that anyone heard!" Dawes looked from one to the other wondering what was really going to happen. "Why aren't you after them?" Ellis demanded to know, as if there should already be a mounted posse in pursuit of the desperadoes, obviously there was more than one of them. "Well, Ellis," The man hated to be called by his last name without a Mister in front of it, "It'd take a good hour 'er better to mount a posse, and by then God knows where they could be. But if you want my badge, you can damn sure have it." He paused, "They're long gone, maybe a couple trackers could pick up a trail, but a trail of how many, and in which direction. If they went to the dry wash? Hell, soft sand, just like what edges the wash for miles both directions? Fat damn chance we find anything!" Then no one spoke, because what Sheriff Middleton said was true.
  13. "Nope, no problem at all." Barnabas said. "Even was they finished, an' I believe they're supposed to be by the first of August, it can be redone. Simple's zat." "We can have it, as I said, maybe three to four weeks, we're slow at the moment if we were to start on them today, and with shipping time, well, it will be close." Penderson explained. Barnabas looked to his Em with a smile. "Start today." He said and reached for his wallet. He and Penderson discussed price with the shipping and Barnabas paid him. "Best stop by Wells Fargo, I'm light on cash. Mister Penderson, it's been a pleasure." "Now, when you get home, if there is any problem, any problem at all, you wire us and we'll make whatever arrangements that are necessary. My card." The man handed Barnabas his card and the shook hands. @Bongo
  14. Barnabas studied the glass for a long moment, hand to his chin, "I like that, I like that just fine, I do." He said, "Now, 'spose we had that fer the transom, an' Mister Penderson here build us the winder like we was sayin'. A matchin' strip across the top, an' a strip down each side? How'd that be?" "We can do that. Might take the better part of the month to accomplish, but if you would allow Mister and Misses Pike, we can either allow you to go ahead with your glass, or, we can frame the center glass in squares, good size, say split what is left into thirds across and down. Nine panels, either in wood or leaded, I would go with wood for strength." Penderson explained.. Pike looked to Em, "I'm thinkin' we'd be the talk o' the town with a winda like that, whadda you think Em?"
  15. Temporary Deputy Dawes Richardson cussed Freddy McCorkle up one side and own the other. This wasn't the first time McCorkle had left a door open, not that there had ever been anything to worry about in Proctor. A town where everybody knew everybody, and every stranger was viewed with suspicion. A quiet, no nonsense town, Sheriff Roy Middleton kept it that way. Richardson came around the corner of the building and stepped inside, seeing the man kneeling at the safe he opened his mouth to speak as he hand went for his gun when the lights went out. Indian Charley was prepared when the man stepped in the door, he never had a chance to say a word before the barrel of Charlie's Smith and Wesson Russian met the man's skull. He dropped like a sack of potatoes! Without a word he took up the piggin' string he carried for just this sort of emergency. He bound Richardson's hands, took his gun, laid it on the counter, then drug the man outside away from what came next. Charley hauled in the mattress, holding it until Wally was ready. The 'cracker' nodded, Charlie moved the mattress into position, Walt moved to the door and stepped out. Wally looked up, smiled, touched his cheroot to the fuse made sure it was going good and backed out, then Charlie set the ma tress in place and followed him outside. The muffled explosions could barely be heard, and that was good. The room was filled with smoke that escaped from under the mattress, and from the fire that had started on it. Charlie drug it outside as Walt rushed in with the saddlebags and he and Wally emptied the safe. They paused at the horses just long enough to listen, no one yelled, no windows slid up, no doors slammed, they were clear! They quickly mounted and walked their horses about ten yards before touching spurs to their animals, causing them to leap to a full gallop racing for the dry wash, which would carry them north before they left it for the soft sand, and then into the trees. No shouts, no shots, no posse.

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