Chapter 11 - Blood at the Hotel
Silas was alive.
Barely.
Jonah reached the hotel room with Dr. Mercer moments after the shot.
Silas lay beside the bed, blood spreading beneath his coat from a wound high in the shoulder.
A pistol rested near the window.
Jonah looked around.
“Who?”
Silas gritted his teeth.
“Window.”
Jonah crossed carefully.
Roof below.
Alley.
A man running.
Duncan Shaw.
Vane’s security chief.
Jonah raised his rifle but did not fire into the crowded street.
Shaw disappeared.
Mercer tore Silas’s shirt open.
“Bullet passed through.”
Silas breathed hard.
“Lucky.”
“You’re not lucky yet.”
She ordered Jonah to apply pressure.
He did.
Silas looked at his nephew.
“This is intimate.”
“Shut up.”
“Your father used to say that.”
“Not helping.”
Mercer stabilized him.
By evening, Silas was moved to her clinic under guard.
Naelli occupied the next room.
She looked toward Jonah.
“Your family collects wounds.”
“Apparently.”
Naelli’s father arrived.
“Vane’s men are leaving town.”
“Why?”
“Moving toward Cedar.”
Jonah understood.
If they could not control paperwork, perhaps they would seize the land physically.
“How many?”
“Twenty.”
Jonah looked at Naelli.
She started to rise.
“No.”
She glared.
“Absolutely no.”
“My father—”
“Can lead people without you for one day.”
Her father said, “He is right.”
Naelli stared at him as if betrayed.
Jonah almost smiled.
Then Naelli pointed at her father.
“Do not enjoy this.”
He almost smiled too.
Jonah and Elias rode toward Blackstone with Naelli’s father.
The territorial judge had arrived and released Elias pending review of the ancient warrant after discrepancies surfaced.
Father and son rode beside each other.
Neither liked it.
At Blackstone, Silas’s foreman let them enter.
The strongroom sat beneath the ranch office.
Silas’s key opened it.
Inside were ledgers, deeds and letters.
Jonah found Vane correspondence quickly.
Once Reed mortgage is enforced, mineral lease transfers upon acquisition.
Another.
Apache passage issue must be eliminated before survey crews enter.
Jonah’s jaw tightened.
Elias read over his shoulder.
“Meaning the covenant.”
“Yes.”
Then another letter.
Finch problem should be addressed before document reaches woman. Use Shaw. No public connection to HCM.
There it was.
Vane ordered Finch intercepted.
Not explicit murder.
But damning.
They found payments to Martin Vale.
Payments to Shaw.
Payments to a county clerk.
Enough to trigger investigation.
Then Jonah found Silas’s personal ledger.
One entry dated thirty-nine years earlier.
Paid Weller $1,000 for 418 correction. E. opposed after signing.
Elias closed his eyes.
“Proof.”
“Of your involvement too.”
“Yes.”
Jonah looked at him.
“You signed?”
“The initial correction request.”
“So Silas can say you participated.”
“He should.”
Jonah stared.
“You’re willing to admit it?”
“I have spent forty years proving what Silas did while hiding what I did first.”
Elias laughed bitterly.
“Perhaps that is why I never came home.”
“Because you were ashamed?”
“Because every accusation required confession.”
Jonah finally understood part of his father.
Not enough for forgiveness.
Enough for shape.
Elias had not only feared Silas.
He feared becoming publicly known as flawed.
So he chose absence.
Jonah said, “You let me worship a dead version of you because the living one embarrassed you.”
Elias looked at him.
“Yes.”
The word hit hard.
Naelli’s father stood nearby, silent.
Jonah asked him, “You knew?”
“Not everything.”
“But some.”
“Yes.”
“And you protected him.”
“I protected my people from Silas.”
“By keeping Elias’s secrets.”
“Sometimes.”
Jonah laughed bitterly.
“Everyone keeps saying necessity.”
Naelli’s father nodded.
“And perhaps too often.”
Outside, hoofbeats approached.
Vane’s riders?
No.
Two ranch hands.
“Jonah!”
One jumped down.
“Your cabin.”
“What?”
“Vane’s men reached Cedar.”
Jonah’s stomach tightened.
“They burned it?”
“No.”
“Then what?”
“They started fencing the spring.”
Jonah stared.
“They can’t.”
“They are.”
The rider continued.
“And they brought a county order saying Hartwell Consolidated owns access.”
Jonah held up the original covenant copy.
“Not anymore.”
The ranch hand shook his head.
“That isn’t the worst part.”
“What?”
“They arrested three Apache riders who tried to stop them.”
Naelli’s father’s expression changed.
“Alive?”
“Yes.”
“For now.”
Jonah looked toward Cedar Pass.
Vane was forcing confrontation.
If Apache riders attacked the fence crew, Vane could claim violence and call territorial troops.
If Jonah resisted, Vane could portray him as part of the same rebellion.
It was the oldest frontier strategy.
Create disorder.
Then sell order.
Jonah loaded his rifle.
Elias watched.
“What are you going to do?”
“Something our family apparently never learned.”
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