Chapter 20 - Taza’s Grave
Nalin insisted on going.
Nobody argued.
A small party traveled from Tucson to Fort Grant under Harrow’s authority.
Cade.
Nalin.
Colter.
Harrow.
A military doctor.
Two witnesses from a Tucson newspaper.
No Creed.
No Voss.
No private gunmen.
The grave lay four miles east of the old freight road.
Pike’s letter gave coordinates using survey markers.
They found disturbed stones beneath mesquite.
Nalin stood back while the doctor and soldiers worked.
Cade stayed farther away.
He had no right to stand closer.
After hours, the remains were uncovered.
Clothing remnants.
Metal buttons.
A belt buckle matching scout issue.
Then the silver chain where Taza’s medallion once hung.
Nalin turned away.
Colter quietly left her alone.
The doctor examined bones.
Cade waited beneath a tree.
Every minute felt longer than eleven years.
Finally Harrow approached.
“You should hear this with Nalin.”
They gathered.
The doctor spoke carefully.
“There are two identifiable projectile injuries.”
Nalin’s jaw tightened.
“One through the chest.”
Cade stopped breathing.
“And one through the lower abdomen.”
Cade remembered.
Taza had been shot in the abdomen by Creed’s guard first.
Then Cade’s chest shot.
Doctor continued.
“The chest wound likely would have been rapidly fatal.”
Nalin closed her eyes.
Cade felt no relief.
The doctor said:
“There are also fractures.”
“What kind?” Nalin asked.
“Both forearms. Several ribs. Jaw.”
Cade looked at Harrow.
Torture.
After Cade shot him.
Impossible?
Not necessarily.
Taza may have lived minutes.
Voss had said an hour.
The doctor could not determine exact timing.
“Could those fractures happen after death?” Cade asked.
“Yes.”
“Before?”
“Yes.”
Nalin stared at the grave.
No perfect answer.
No scientific absolution.
Cade’s bullet likely killed Taza.
Voss may have abused him while dying or after death.
The ambiguity remained.
Nalin asked:
“Can you tell whether he was alive when the other injuries occurred?”
The doctor hesitated.
“Not reliably after this much time.”
She nodded.
Of course.
Life rarely returned certainty simply because people finally asked.
They reburied Taza properly.
Nalin placed the medallion with him.
Cade watched.
“You sure?”
“It was his.”
“Yes.”
She covered it with soil.
Then she looked at Cade.
“You carried it eleven years.”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
“Couldn’t throw it away.”
“Couldn’t deliver it.”
“No.”
Nalin nodded.
“That is what shame does.”
He looked at her.
“You understand it?”
“Everyone does.”
They stood together.
Not friends exactly.
Not anything easily named.
Connected by a dead man and an unfinished truth.
On the return ride, Colter fell beside Cade.
“Does it change anything?”
“No.”
“Good.”
Cade glanced at him.
“You expected different?”
“I worried you’d use the doctor’s conclusion to forgive yourself.”
Cade almost became angry.
Then realized Colter knew him.
“I won’t.”
Colter nodded.
“But maybe stop punishing yourself instead of helping people.”
Cade looked over.
“That sounded wise.”
“I’m ill.”
Back in Tucson, the investigation accelerated.
Pike confessed that a clerk working for Senator Weller’s office provided language for Nalin’s warrant.
The judge who issued it returned and denied wrongdoing, claiming he had been given false affidavits.
Harlan was arrested near Nogales.
Gabe formally confessed to locking Nalin’s uncle inside the burning ranch.
Harlan admitted throwing the lamp in anger.
Creed’s role remained conspiracy and coercion.
Voss denied everything.
Senator Weller publicly called the witnesses criminals.
Then Colter produced his most damaging evidence.
Bank correspondence.
Transfers from a Weller family trust to Creed-controlled land companies.
For once, Colter’s years inside the system became useful.
Harrow asked him:
“Why keep copies?”
Colter smiled.
“Because I trusted no one.”
Nalin said:
“That may be the only healthy thing about your profession.”
Colter bowed.
The territorial grand jury issued indictments against Creed, Gabe, Harlan, and several associates.
Voss faced military tribunal proceedings and federal charges under separate investigations.
Weller remained protected by office and distance.
But newspapers began publishing documents.
Public scrutiny widened.
Cade expected to feel victory.
Instead he felt restless.
“What?” Nalin asked.
“They’ll make Creed the story.”
“He is part.”
“They’ll make Voss the story.”
“He is part.”
“But the land deals continue.”
Nalin nodded.
She had reached the same conclusion.
Remove men.
Leave incentives.
Another Creed arrives.
Another Voss.
Colter listened.
“The railroad route can still be changed.”
“How?”
“Water rights.”
Nalin’s uncle’s ranch was legally in probate.
Creed had tried to seize it but never completed title transfer.
Nalin was likely heir.
“If you refuse the railroad easement,” Colter said, “they reroute.”
“Through whose land?”
“Possibly Thorn ranch.”
Cade looked at him.
Colter smiled humorlessly.
“There’s your inheritance returning.”
Cade understood.
The railroad that drove Creed to kill Nalin’s uncle could now threaten Colter’s recovered ranch.
Or enrich it enormously.
Nalin looked at both brothers.
“Money returns.”
Colter nodded.
“Always.”
If Colter accepted the route, he could become rich enough to erase every debt.
If he refused, the railroad faced expensive alternatives.
Cade watched his brother.
Seventeen years of struggle sat inside the decision.
Colter said:
“I need time.”
Nalin’s expression sharpened.
“My uncle did not receive time.”
“That doesn’t mean I must decide in one minute.”
She considered.
Then nodded.
Fair.
That night Cade found Colter alone with the railroad maps.
“What are you going to do?”
“I don’t know.”
Cade looked at the route crossing the Thorn ranch.
Colter said:
“You could make this easy.”
“How?”
“Tell me the ranch is mine.”
Cade stared.
“It is.”
“Legally?”
“You bought it.”
“I mean from you.”
Cade understood.
Their father’s will still haunted Colter.
“I gave up claim years ago.”
“Not the same.”
Cade sat.
“The ranch should have been half yours from the beginning.”
Colter’s eyes filled.
Cade continued.
“I took something I didn’t earn. Then I lost it. You bought it back. It’s yours.”
Colter looked away.
“Seventeen years late.”
“Yes.”
“Still counts?”
“I don’t know.”
Colter laughed quietly.
“Good answer.”
Then he folded the railroad map.
“I’m refusing the easement.”
Cade stared.
“You’d make a fortune.”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
Colter looked toward the dark desert.
“Because I’m tired of becoming men I hate just to prove I’m not my brother.”
That was as close to forgiveness as they had reached.
Then someone knocked on the door.
A messenger.
Telegram from Washington.
Senator Weller had resigned from the appropriations committee.
Not the Senate.
Not yet.
But pressure was working.
Below that came another line.
SILAS CREED REQUESTS PRIVATE MEETING WITH CADE THORN AND NALIN. CLAIMS INFORMATION ABOUT A FINAL CONTRACT.
Cade sighed.
Nalin read it.
“No private meetings.”
He smiled.
“You’re learning law.”
“No.”
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