land deeds and transfers,â Jessie suggested.
âI imagine you can,â the old man told her. âLike I just told you, theyâre tired of listening to me. Even some of my kinfolks think Iâm just a bossy old codger. But a minute ago you said something about the cartel being like an octopus. Their other arms have been busy too. Theyâre not depending on using just the law in this fight.â
âYou mean theyâre planning to force the passes?â Ki asked.
âThey might be, Ki. I canât say for sure,â Tinker replied. âItâs the town Iâve got in mind. I could tell from the way you hushed up Bobby at the table that he didnât tell all there was to know about that fracas you had at the saloon on the way here.â
âThat was just a brush with a couple of drunken rowdies,â Jessie said. âThere were more pleasant things to talk about during dinner.â
âIâll grant you that. But Iâm concerned about whatâs been going on at that saloon.â
âWhy? Itâs not any different from any other saloon, is it?â
âIt was better than most until a few weeks ago,â the Captain said. âOld John Litzman owned it before that. Everybody called him Dutch John. He was one of the first ones to come to the valley, and he was a good man, ran a nice, clean, orderly saloon where you could go in for a drink or two and meet your friends and talk.â Tinker shook his head sadly. âItâs not like that anymore.â
âYou mean Litzmanâs changed?â Jessie asked.
âHe sold out. Didnât say a word to anybody, just up anchor and left, overnight.â
âDidnât he tell anyone he was selling out?â
âNot even me, and I sold him the land he built the place on, when the town was just a pup.â
âAre you sure the cartel bought it?â
âLook at it from their side, Jessie,â Tinker said. âTheyâd need a headquarters in town here. Where could they find one that suited them better?â
âBut youâre not sure?â
âIf I was still a gambling man, like I was when I was young, Iâd lay you any amount youâd care to put up that they either offered Dutch John so much money that he couldnât turn it down, or they threatened to kill him if he didnât sell to them.â
Jessie said, âAnd all the changes have taken place since the new owners took the place over?â
âThey sure have,â Tinker said emphatically. He tugged at his beard thoughtfully, then went on, âYou know, Jessie, I used to to be a pretty good rounder when I was a young fellow, just going to sea. Iâve been in all kinds of waterfront dives in most any port youâd care to name, and I can smell a bad one and a crooked one the minute I push through the batwings.â
âYes. Iâd imagine youâve seen just about all kinds,â Jessie agreed. âAnd Dutch Johnâs is a bad one now?â
âItâs got the smell, just in the short time since he left. Dutch never allowed a woman through his door, never had a card game going, and heâd close down about ten oâclock at night. But as soon as the woman took charge of the place, all that changed.â
âA womanâs running the saloon?â Ki asked.
âShe sure is.â The Captain snorted, a mixture of anger and disgust. âI guess her nameâs Cherry, only sheâs French ified it and calls herself Cheri.â He exaggerated the pronunciation, stressing the accent on the second syllable.
âI get the idea that the changes sheâs made werenât for the better,â Ki went on.
Tinker snorted again. âBetter! The place is full of the kind of riffraff that gave you trouble. Most of them are plug uglies from God knows where. And that Cherryâs brought in floozies and gambling layouts and she keeps the place open around the
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