me?â
âTo give you my thanks, of course,â Strong said. His left hand rested on the table, and with his fingertips he was gently turning the cup on its saucer. Still, he made no move to actually drink the tea.
âThat would be pleasant,â I said.
âPardon?â
âMeaning I am still waiting.â
He cleared his throat.
âI am grateful.â
âYouâre welcome,â I said.
âOf course, we should discuss the matter of your reward. Thirty dollars should be sufficient. Mr. Delaney, please gather the required funds.â
âYes, sir,â the boy said. He placed a cash box on the table, unlocked it with a key on his watch chain, and rummaged inside. âUm, Iâm afraid our expenses in New Mexico were rather higher than expected. There are no gold eagles left. I have only greenbacks . . . no, wait. I have silver dollars.â
âThirty silver dollars?â
âYou would be required to sign the customary agreement,â Strong said.
âAgreement?â
âA simple contract,â Delaney said. âThat you would keep your dealings with the railway confidential, including anything you may have witnessed tonight, from the time you set foot in our depot to, well, now.â
âFor how long would this silence last?â
âIt would be irrevocable.â
Slowly, I sipped my tea.
âFor thirty pieces of silver.â
âYes,â Delaney said.
âGentlemen,â I said. âI must decline.â
Strong harrumphed.
âThe biblical allusion alone is enough to make me wary,â I said. âBut the promise of silence is simply unacceptable. I have made my career chronicling the otherworldly things that intrude upon our otherwise rational lives, and I have the feeling that taking your thirty dollars would prevent me from pursuing a line of inquiry that promises to be personally more satisfying.â
âWhat could be more satisfying than money?â Strong demanded.
âWhere on the list do I begin?â I asked. âLove and friendship and creativity and learning. Helping troubled souls with unfinished business. Prairie dogs. Solving a mystery.â
I finished my tea, then carefully placed my cup on its saucer.
âMiss Wylde,â Strong said. âThere is no mystery here, only superstition.â
I took a ten-cent piece from my vest and placed it on the table.
âWhatâs that?â he asked.
âFor the tea,â I said. âJust so that there is no misunderstanding. We are square.â
5
It was a short walk back to Dodge, where I found the westbound freight safely on the siding beside the depot, and Doc McCarty waiting for me on the platform. He was sitting on a bench, legs stretched and ankles crossed, hands behind his head. Beside him on the bench was the telegraph key that had started the trouble.
âEarp spoke to you?â
âBriefly,â McCarty said. âEnough to set me at ease that you were safe.â
I motioned toward the train on the siding.
âAny trouble?â
âIt required some persuasion,â he said. âThe engine driver relented just in time, because not two minutes after the freight was sided, a dark train flew past on the main line.â
âWe saw it as well.â
âMackie and the freight crew were badly frightened,â McCarty said. âThey did not expect it, nor did they recognize it. Some said it was a ghost train, and swore it was crewed by the dead.â
âIt seemed solid enough to me,â I said. âIt very nearly struck us, and had that occurred, Iâm sure I would be quite solidly dead. Did you get a good look at the interloper?â
âIt was dark and fast and silent,â he said. âIts appearance was disquieting, but I saw no indication of any spectral hands on the throttle or brake.â
âAnd the telegraph lines?â
âStill clogged with gibberish,â he said.
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