Chapter 12 - The North Shaft
Midnight brought no moon.
James approached the northern excavation carrying a leather document case.
He walked.
That mattered.
Silas expected Amos.
James wanted him wondering why the horse had not returned with its owner.
The shaft entrance had been carved into limestone beneath a low ridge. Lanterns glowed inside.
James saw six armed men.
Probably more hidden.
Silas waited beside a table.
Amos stood tied nearby.
The horse lifted his head and nickered.
James’s chest tightened with relief.
Silas smiled.
“You came.”
“You stole my horse.”
“I borrowed leverage.”
“You could have asked.”
“You would have said no.”
James stopped ten yards away.
“Here I am.”
“And the document?”
James raised the leather case.
Silas nodded.
“Bring it.”
“No.”
Silas sighed.
“Do we need theater?”
“You brought six rifles and stole my horse. Theater arrived before I did.”
Silas’s men shifted.
James studied the excavation.
Timber beams reinforced the entrance. Rails carried mining carts. Water glistened across the floor.
“You’re already inside the channel.”
Silas said, “My property.”
“Underground water doesn’t care about your fence.”
“Courts do.”
“Not when your agreement is fraudulent.”
For the first time Silas’s composure cracked.
Only slightly.
“You found Tucson’s copy.”
“Yes.”
“Give it to me.”
“No.”
Silas looked toward Amos.
One gunman placed a hand on the horse’s reins.
James’s expression hardened.
“You hurt that horse, and every man here learns how unreasonable I can become.”
Silas laughed.
“There is Thomas Carter.”
James ignored him.
“Why did my father take your money?”
Silas’s amusement faded.
“You already know.”
“I know payments happened.”
“He gave me locations. Measurements. Old stories.”
“Did he?”
Silas paused.
James saw the answer.
Not enough.
“Thomas lied to you.”
Silas’s jaw tightened.
“He delayed me.”
“And used your money.”
“For Apache food shipments.”
Silas looked surprised.
That confirmed Samuel’s theory.
James almost smiled.
“My father stole from you.”
“He accepted payment under contract.”
“And gave you bad information.”
“He wasted six years.”
James felt something painful and proud.
Thomas had been afraid.
Thomas had lied to his son.
Thomas had also fought in the only way he believed he could.
Silas stepped closer.
“Do not romanticize him. Eventually he broke.”
James’s expression changed.
“How?”
“He told me where the north shaft was.”
The pride vanished.
“Why?”
“Because you were twenty-eight years old and wanted to borrow money to expand the ranch.”
James remembered.
A terrible drought.
He had nearly lost everything.
His father suddenly found cash.
James had assumed it came from selling hidden savings.
Silas smiled.
“Thomas traded the shaft location for your ranch.”
James felt sick.
“He did it for me.”
“Everyone has a price. His was you.”
James looked toward Amos.
“And yours?”
Silas’s smile thinned.
“History remembers men who build things.”
“You’re draining a valley.”
“I’m building a canal.”
“For whom?”
“Mining towns. Rail depots. Cattle operations.”
“People who can pay.”
“People who create wealth.”
James heard the familiar philosophy beneath it.
Worth measured by ownership.
Survival sold to the highest bidder.
Silas pointed toward the document case.
“Give me the copy.”
James set it on the ground.
Silas gestured.
One man approached.
The instant he opened the case, he swore.
Blank paper.
Silas looked up.
James smiled.
“Did you really think I brought it?”
A whistle sounded from the ridge.
Then another.
Apache riders appeared in silhouette.
Not hundreds.
Twelve.
Enough.
Eleanor emerged from behind the rocks with two territorial deputies.
Silas stared.
James said, “I brought witnesses.”
Eleanor stepped forward.
“Silas Mercer, this excavation is now subject to emergency preservation order issued by Judge Alton in Prescott.”
She held up the document.
Silas laughed.
“You cannot serve that here.”
“Just did.”
His smile disappeared.
She continued.
“No blasting, drilling, pumping, or alteration until a geological examination is completed.”
Silas looked at his men.
For one dangerous second, James thought he might order them to fire.
Instead, Silas smiled.
“All right.”
Too easy.
James did not trust it.
Eleanor approached the table.
“We will inspect the site now.”
“No.”
The deputy touched his badge.
Silas shrugged.
“Of course.”
James entered the shaft with Eleanor, Samuel, two deputies, and lanterns.
Water reached their boots.
They followed fresh excavation nearly two hundred yards.
Then the tunnel opened into a natural cavern.
Everyone stopped.
Black water filled a chamber so vast their lanterns could not reveal the far wall.
James whispered, “Good Lord.”
This was no small spring source.
It was a reservoir.
A subterranean lake.
Samuel stared.
“Our stories said there was a place where the mountain kept rain.”
James looked toward him.
Silas had followed.
His voice echoed.
“Now you understand.”
Eleanor turned.
“You are under court order.”
Silas smiled.
“I know.”
Then a loud snap came from above.
James looked up.
A timber support cracked.
Silas stepped backward toward the tunnel.
“You should not have come inside.”
The second support exploded.
Not broke.
Exploded.
Dynamite.
James shouted.
The tunnel collapsed between them and the entrance.
Darkness swallowed the cavern.
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Silas Mercer had obeyed the order to stop excavation.
He had simply decided to bury the witnesses underground.
