Chapter 10 - Ashes and Ink
James ran toward the courthouse.
The deputy grabbed him.
“Too much smoke!”
“My deed is in there.”
“So are everybody’s!”
Men formed a bucket line from the public pump.
Flames climbed the rear wall.
Eleanor tied a handkerchief over her mouth and tried to enter.
James caught her arm.
“You planning to practice law after you’re dead?”
“My case is burning.”
“Then argue faster later.”
She glared.
He did not release her.
Within twenty minutes, part of the records room roof collapsed.
By sunset, thousands of documents were damaged or destroyed.
Silas Mercer stood across the street watching.
His coat remained spotless.
James crossed toward him.
Eleanor caught James this time.
“Do not.”
“He burned it.”
“Probably.”
“I’ll make him admit it.”
“With your fists?”
James looked at Silas.
The older cattleman tipped his hat.
James wanted to break his face.
Instead, he turned away.
That decision saved him.
Minutes later, deputies arrested a drifter behind the courthouse carrying kerosene and ten dollars in Mercer company scrip.
Too convenient.
Eleanor smiled grimly.
“He wanted you to hit him.”
James understood.
A public assault would let Silas portray him as unstable.
Every move had more than one purpose.
Back at the hotel, they examined memory instead of documents.
Samuel reconstructed the missing witness marks from oral history.
Three Apache men had attended the 1848 agreement.
Only one line mattered legally.
No commercial diversion would occur without consultation with those whose communities depended on the spring.
Eleanor frowned.
“Consultation is weaker than consent.”
Samuel nodded.
“Weaker in your court.”
The phrasing stung because it was true.
James asked, “Can the witnesses’ descendants testify?”
“They can testify about family knowledge, but hearsay issues will be difficult.”
“Then we need originals.”
Eleanor agreed.
“Tucson.”
James looked outside.
“Silas knows.”
“So we do not ride there openly.”
A plan formed.
Caleb would take the main road with two ranchers, carrying an empty document case.
James, Samuel, and Eleanor would take a southern trail.
Lena insisted on accompanying them.
Ruth’s fever had broken, but she remained at the ranch.
The elder stayed with her.
They left after dark.
For six hours they rode without lanterns.
Near dawn, Lena raised one hand.
Everyone stopped.
Tracks crossed the wash.
Four horses.
Fresh.
James dismounted.
“Mercer?”
Lena examined the prints.
She pointed toward the rocks.
Samuel translated.
“Waiting ahead.”
They left the trail.
The ambush happened anyway.
A rifle cracked.
Stone splintered beside James.
He drew his revolver but did not fire blindly.
Eleanor’s horse bolted.
James caught the reins.
Another shot.
Samuel shouted.
Lena pointed toward a ridge.
Two gunmen.
James fired into the dirt near them.
“They’re trying to stop us, not kill us!”
Eleanor shouted, “How comforting!”
They rode hard through the wash.
A third man appeared ahead.
Lena swung her horse across his path.
Not attacking.
Blocking.
His mount shied.
James raced past.
They escaped into broken hills where the hired men could not easily follow.
By afternoon, they reached an abandoned stage station.
Eleanor inspected her saddlebag.
The documents were intact.
James poured water into a tin cup.
He handed it to Lena first.
She looked at him.
A quiet recognition passed between them.
The first day on the trail returned in miniature.
She drank and passed the cup.
James finally drank last.
Samuel noticed but said nothing.
That night Eleanor asked James about his father.
“What was Thomas like?”
“Hard.”
“Cruel?”
“No.”
“Honest?”
James stared into the fire.
“I would have said yes three days ago.”
“That wasn’t my question.”
James considered.
“He taught me never to borrow money I couldn’t repay. Never sell sick cattle without saying they were sick. Never promise a ranch hand wages I didn’t have.”
“Sounds honest.”
“He also took Mercer’s money.”
“People can be two things.”
James looked at her.
“That seems to be the theme of my family.”
Eleanor smiled.
“Most families.”
Samuel spoke from the darkness.
“Thomas may not have kept the money.”
James turned.
“What?”
Samuel had been studying the ledger fragment.
“The payments are regular. But look at the dates.”
James moved closer.
Samuel pointed.
Each payment occurred shortly before major drought years.
James frowned.
“So?”
Lena spoke.
Samuel translated.
“Those were years when food appeared at several Apache camps.”
James’s expression changed.
“You think Thomas took Mercer’s money and used it to buy supplies?”
Samuel nodded.
“Possibly.”
“Why hide that?”
“Because Mercer believed he was buying information.”
James felt something shift.
Not forgiveness.
Not yet.
But uncertainty.
Perhaps Thomas had not become Silas’s partner.
Perhaps he had played a dangerous game.
The following afternoon they reached Tucson.
The territorial archive occupied two rooms inside a government building.
Eleanor presented her credentials.
A clerk brought the monthly copies.
Volume 1848.
Survey district seven.
They found the Carter filing.
James’s hands shook.
The attached agreement was present.
Original copy.
Elias Carter.
Gideon Mercer.
Three witness marks.
Eleanor read the disputed clause.
Her eyes widened.
“What?”
She placed Silas’s remembered wording beside the archival text.
The original did not say exclusive commercial right.
It said:
No exclusive commercial right.
One missing word.
No.
A single word transformed the agreement entirely.
James laughed once in disbelief.
Silas had not inserted five words.
He had removed two letters.
Then Eleanor turned the page.
Her expression changed again.
“What now?”
She pointed at a later notation.
Filed 1861.
Thomas Carter, age fourteen.
James stared.
“My father was fourteen.”
Samuel read the note.
Thomas Carter acknowledged as successor custodian upon death of Elias Carter.
James shook his head.
“That’s impossible. Elias died in 1863.”
Eleanor frowned.
“Then somebody expected him to die.”
At the bottom appeared another signature.
Gideon Mercer.
Witness.
James whispered, “Silas’s father knew.”
Samuel looked grim.
Eleanor turned the final page.
There was one more notation.
Elias Carter had filed an accusation with federal authorities.
Fraudulent land claims, attempted bribery, unlawful excavation.
Against Gideon Mercer.
Dated three days before Elias’s death.
Cause of death, according to family history:
Horse accident.
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“My grandfather didn’t die in an accident.”
