Chapter 5 - The Debt of a Dead ManThe foreclosure notice gave Daniel thirty days.
Harlan Pike intended to make certain he did not have thirty hours.
Daniel rode into town with Chester Hale and Ayana before breakfast.
Sheriff Dalton joined them.
The original mortgage document appeared official.
Elias Harper’s signature.
Hale’s notary seal.
An eight-thousand-dollar debt.
Daniel placed the paper in front of Hale.
“You notarized this?”
Hale looked sick.
“My seal is real.”
“That wasn't my question.”
“No.”
Daniel leaned forward.
“Then how is your seal on it?”
“It disappeared from my office for three days in 1879.”
“You never reported it?”
Hale lowered his eyes.
“I was drinking heavily then.”
Daniel cursed under his breath.
Hale continued.
“Elias had already ended his partnership with Pike. I knew Pike was angry. But I had no proof.”
Ayana picked up the mortgage.
“This paper says Elias received eight thousand dollars.”
“Yes.”
“Where?”
“According to the document, cash.”
Ayana shook her head.
“Convenient.”
Daniel looked at Dalton.
“Can Pike seize the ranch?”
“Not tomorrow. He’ll need a court order to complete foreclosure if you contest it.”
“How long?”
“Depends on the judge.”
Hale rubbed his hands.
“There’s a territorial circuit judge expected in Tucson in two weeks.”
Pike entered the sheriff’s office.
Nobody had invited him.
He closed the door.
“Daniel.”
Daniel remained seated.
“Harlan.”
Pike glanced at the documents.
“I hoped we could avoid unpleasantness.”
“You forged a mortgage.”
“A serious accusation.”
“Then explain why my father borrowed twice the value of his ranch in cash and somehow never spent a dollar of it.”
Pike smiled.
“Your father had expensive interests.”
“What interests?”
“Ask him.”
Daniel stood.
Pike’s cruelty had always been precise.
Ayana watched both men.
Then she said, “The debt is false.”
Pike turned to her.
“You’re becoming very involved in matters that don't concern you.”
Ayana did not blink.
“When people try to burn me inside a vault, I become interested.”
Dalton looked sharply at Pike.
Pike spread his hands.
“Again, accusation without proof.”
He left.
Outside, people stared at Daniel.
Word had already spread about the foreclosure.
Pike controlled more than money.
He controlled rumor.
By noon merchants who had extended Daniel credit for years suddenly demanded cash.
A cattle buyer withdrew an offer.
A feed supplier claimed his account was closed.
Daniel understood.
Pike wanted him isolated financially before the court could hear the dispute.
Back at the ranch, Daniel slammed his hat onto the table.
“He can choke me without firing a shot.”
Ayana poured water into two cups.
“You are still thinking like a rancher.”
“What should I think like?”
“A prisoner.”
Daniel frowned.
Ayana continued.
“When men held us, they controlled food, movement, information. They wanted us to believe every choice belonged to them.”
Daniel understood.
“Pike wants me to think selling is the only choice.”
“Yes.”
“So we find another.”
They examined Elias’s documents again.
One sheet listed deposits from the Harper–Pike Development Company.
Large sums.
But each was followed by payments to unrelated landowners.
Daniel recognized names.
Elias had secretly bought small strips of land surrounding the north pasture.
“Why?”
Hale answered when he returned that evening.
“Easements.”
“For water?”
“Yes.”
Daniel pointed to three parcels.
“These belong to people who never knew my father.”
“They didn't need to. Elias used intermediaries.”
Ayana asked, “Why hide it?”
Hale hesitated.
“Because Pike would have realized what he was doing.”
Daniel waited.
Hale finally explained.
Elias had discovered that federal and territorial water rules were complicated enough that ownership of the ranch alone would not guarantee Pike complete control of the basin.
He needed access corridors.
Elias quietly bought several himself.
Then drafted agreements intended to guarantee neighboring ranchers continued use.
“He was building a wall around Pike’s plan,” Hale said.
“With Pike’s own money?”
“Some of it.”
Daniel almost smiled.
His father had apparently become an enemy with creativity.
But the documents were unsigned.
Without final deeds, they meant little.
“Where are the originals?” Daniel asked.
Hale shook his head.
“I never knew.”
Daniel touched the brass key.
“What about seventeen?”
“That box contained copies.”
Ayana unfolded the map.
Several survey marks formed an odd pattern.
Three crosses.
A crescent.
Then the initials E.H.
Daniel stared.
“That's near the old line cabin.”
The cabin sat on the northern boundary and had not been used in years.
They rode there before sunset.
Inside they found dust, mouse droppings, and a broken stove.
Nothing else.
Ayana examined the walls.
“Your father liked hiding things in floors.”
Daniel smiled.
“He liked making work for his son.”
They searched.
At last Daniel noticed one plank behind the stove was newer than the others.
He pried it loose.
A metal cylinder lay inside.
His heart hammered.
He pulled it free.
Empty.
Someone had beaten them there.
Ayana reached inside the compartment.
“Wait.”
Her fingers found something.
A silver watch.
Daniel recognized it immediately.
His father’s.
Elias had worn it every day.
Daniel had believed it lost after his death.
The back had been scratched deliberately.
17 OCT 79.
Beneath the date were three words:
ASK MARTHA REED.
Daniel stared.
“Martha Reed died five years ago.”
Ayana turned the watch over.
“Then who is Martha Reed?”
Daniel shook his head.
“I don’t know.”
A shadow crossed the cabin doorway.
Daniel reached for his gun.
An elderly woman stood outside holding a shotgun.
She looked directly at the watch.
“I wondered when Elias’s boy would finally find that.”
Daniel froze.
“Who are you?”
The woman lowered the shotgun.
“Martha Reed.”
Daniel looked at Ayana.
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The dead woman smiled without humor.
“And your father paid a great deal of money to make Harlan Pike believe I was in the ground.”
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