better job in Preskitt,â Chet said.
âHell, Iâd gave her a raise.â
Chet shook his head. âItâs not your fault. She needed to leave here. Too many bad experiences.â
âYou all three want breakfast?â
âYes and coffee,â Chet said to him.
They took seats at the bar and coffee was poured right away. Chet felt sorry for the owner. Customers would soon file in for their breakfast. Theyâd miss Valerie. She had lots of get up and go to get things done.
They got their meals and watched all the mix-ups made by the new help the owner had called in. Jenn would love that girl.
âThis guy who told Bonnie Allen he had a better job for her, he lives in town?â JD asked.
âYes. Weâre going to watch him around the clock until we figure out his business. Weâll find Marshall White and get him to tell me where this Bernard Whittle lives.â
They finished their breakfast quickly and headed to the marshalâs office first.
âDonât you hate walking around all over this damn town?â JD asked, making a disgusted face over their situation.
Chet laughed. âYes, Iâd like a helluva lot more to ride.â
âMe too,â Jesus agreed.
âSorry, cowboys, but this oneâs a leg job.â
They found Marshal White in his office, yawning after his all-night shift.
âOh, morning,â White said recognizing Chet.
âMorning, Marshal. This is my nephew JD and Jesus. What can you tell us about Bernard Whittle?â
The marshal acknowledged the young men with a nod. âBarney is what they call him. He has some mining interest around here. Must make money at it. He lives pretty high.â
Chet flat told him, âThat good old boy sells women into slavery.â
âOh, hell. I had no damn idea. You sure?â
âI think we have three good witnesses that would swear to it. He a friend of yours?â
White shook his head. Scrubbing his beard stubble with his palm, he asked, âWhat can I do for you?â
âI want to confront him.â
âIf you have word on it, I donât blame you, but I canât do much unless we have solid proof.â
âYouâve been square with Jenn, so I decided to tell you our purpose. Weâll try not to break the law.â
White warily shook his head. âI walk a tightrope in this damn town with old man Clanton on the left and the mine owners on the right. Throw in the merchants trying to make a living and itâs real crazy.â
âYou have no idea who Whittleâs contacts are?â Chet asked.
âNo. No idea. People do shifty things and conceal them. If heâs involved in this trade, he is a master of that business.â
âAny use to talk to the sheriff?â Chet asked.
White blinked at him. âJohn Behan? No, heâs not worth a damn either.â
His words amused the three standing around him.
Frustrated, Chet asked, âCan you at least give us Whittleâs address?â
The marshal nodded and gave directions to the slaverâs house.
âYou need some sleep. Thanks for the information.â Chet shook the marshalâs hand. So did the others.
âI just hope you find her.â
âOh, weâre trying.â
They set out with JD grumbling about being on foot again. Past the Masonic Hall, they went down the hill and found Whittleâs wooden framed house. They climbed the porch and heard a back door slam.
âJD go see who that was and hold him if you need to.â Chet nodded to Jesus to go along and back him.
They left on the fly.
Chet knocked on the door.
A gray-haired woman answered from behind a half open door. âYes?â
âI need to talk to Mr. Whittle.â
She shook her head. âHeâs not here.â
âOh, yeah he is,â JD said, herding a gray-haired man around the side of the house.
âWhat is this about?â Whittle asked angrily.
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