The rain stopped early in the afternoon, leaving the streets a muddy mess. Chris had cancelled the afternoon patrol as well, knowing that it could be until tomorrow before things would dry enough to make the usual roads and trails easily passable. He lit a cheroot and slouched comfortably in his chair in front of the saloon. He'd moved to this spot after lunch, waiting for the rain to stop, and keeping watch as he normally did. He mused silently that today would likely prove to be more interesting than most.
He watched, with carefully hidden amusement, as the townspeople began making their way through the muddy streets. The lean gunslinger found it entertaining to observe normally staid people mincing, jumping, and all but dancing in futile efforts to avoid getting wet or bogged down with mud. [Don't know why they don't just stay inside if they didn't want to get dirty or wet. Streets will be completely dry in a couple o' hours.]
It took every ounce of control Chris had at his disposal not to burst out laughing when the bank manager, Mr. Lovitt, slipped and landed face first into a huge puddle. Chris thought the portly man looked a like a pig on a good day, and he reflected with heavily restrained humor, that today was definitely not a good day for Lovitt. The mud now covering him from head to toe only enhanced the swine-like image. [No. Defintely not a good day for Mr. Lovitt.]
Chris swallowed his laughter, struggling not to give in to it. His struggle was made harder by the guffaws he could hear coming from the other side of the street. He really shouldn't laugh at one of the town's more respected citizens. No matter how much he wanted to.
Vin slid into the chair next to him. He cocked his head to the side, casually regarding the muddy banker who struggled to his feet, cursing loudly as he did so. Chris lost his battle for control when the tracker sent a look his way, blue eyes bright with amusement, grin tugging at the corners of his mouth. The dark clad leader snickered, which grew into a chuckle. He cleared his throat and tried to send a look of reprimand toward the tracker, not wanting to be caught making fun of the banker's predicament.
He knew he'd failed when Vin just looked back innocently, and whispered, "Suuuie. Here piggy, piggy."
Chris lost it. He laughed out loud. The harsh look Lovitt sent in his direction just made him laugh harder. Chris found the fat man's attempt at intimidation even more amusing than his being covered in mud. With a disdainful sniff the banker gathered what little dignity he had left and walked away, clearly doing his best to ignore the laughter coming from both sides of the street that followed in his wake.
Chris wiped the tears from his eyes, struggling to get his breath back. He hadn't laughed that hard in years. It felt good, real good. [God. I should do that more often.]
He pointed a finger at Vin. "You are an evil man, Vin Tanner."
Vin just grinned. "Ya know," he drawled nonchalantly, "you ain't the first person ta tell me that."
Chris raised an eyebrow. "You might want to think on that. Could be we're right."
Vin chuckled quietly. "Don't bother me none."
[No, I don't imagine that it does.] Chris sat back in his chair, getting comfortable again. He pursed his lips thoughtfully. When they all met up for lunch something had been off. It was subtle, but it was there. He relit his cigar, and puffed thoughtfully for a moment.
"You have a good morning with Ez?" Chris asked, casting a sly glance toward his friend. He knew the tracker had spent the entire morning in Ezra's room, both men emerging only in time for lunch. [Might be there was something wrong there. Don't think so, but it's hard ta tell with those two. Could be missing a leg and they'd be doing their best to hide it. Don't imagine their relationship is any different when it comes ta keeping stuff to themselves.]
Vin's lips curled in his usual half-smile, immediately easing Chris' worry. Blue eyes twinkled. "Was right nice way to spend the morning. Meant ta thank you for not sending me out in the rain. Ez said it was a judicious decision on yer part." The Texan smirked. "Told him I'd let ya know what he said."
Chris snorted. He didn't care if the gambler thought he made a wise choice. And he made a point of ignoring the warm feeling the compliment, even if made in jest, had engendered. Although, he might not be comfortable admitting he cared what Ezra thought of his decision, he was more than willing to acknowledge the fact that by giving Vin the morning off he had done something nice for the lovers. It was a way to make amends for being so slow to accept their relationship. He still remembered how nice it was to spend a rainy day in bed with Sarah, even if all they did was cuddle together.
[No reason Vin and Ezra shouldn't have a chance to experience a lazy morning together. No reason at all. All right already... enough of that sappy stuff. You need to focus here, Larabee. Things are fine between Vin and Ezra, so it must be something else.]
Vin slouched in his chair, pushing with his feet so that the chair tilted precariously on two legs. It was something of a mystery how he could balance like that. Ezra had once made a bet on how long Vin could stay in that position. [Made a tidy sum of money as I recall.]
"Ez teaching?" He asked quietly, thinking that might be the reason for the tension he noticed at lunch. The gambler usually spent a few hours after lunch with several of the children in town, but Chris wasn't sure if the lessons might not have been called off due to the weather. [Standish dotes on those kids. Might be he was out o' sorts not being able to see them today.]
Vin simply nodded in answer to his question. Chris resisted the urge to roll his eyes. [Fine. I'll do it your way. I'll just come right out and ask.]
"Why don't you fill me in on whatever it is that happened this morning?"
Vin raised an eyebrow. "What makes ya think somethin' happened?"
This time Chris did roll his eyes. "Give." He commanded, having used up what little patience he possessed.
"JD knows."
Chris frowned. He didn't need to ask what it was JD knew. The lean gunslinger was fairly certain Vin and Ezra hadn't changed their position on waiting until they were asked before telling anyone about their relationship. He was somewhat surprised that the young sheriff was wise enough in the ways of the world to even ask the right question. [Just goes to show that some days he's a lot sharper than I realize.]
Chris turned to look directly at Vin, a worried frown appearing. "Good or bad?"
Vin slouched even further into his chair, easily managing not to disturb the chair's two-legged stance as he did so. "Good. Real good." The tracker smiled softly. "Said he was okay with us being together long as I didn't hurt Ezra."
Chris felt both eyebrows head upward. [Vin hurt Ezra... hunh. Wonder what made him think Vin would do that? And if he was okay with it then what the hell was going on at lunch?]
Chris glared at Vin knowing there had to be more. [And the little shit is going to make me ask for it. Some days he is just as difficult as Standish.]
"What else?" Chris demanded, his voice soft, but unyielding.
The lanky Texan sighed, his expression resigned as his gaze shifted back toward the street. "Nathan."
The gunslinger considered that for a moment. He knew Nathan was aware of Vin and Ezra's relationship. And he knew that the healer had been somewhat hesitant in his acceptance. [Can't really find fault with the man for that when I did the same thing myself. Still, if he's making trouble now after saying he wouldn't have a problem with them, I'll be putting a stop to that bullshit right now.]
"What did he do?" Chris kept his tone neutral, not wanting to jump to any conclusions too soon. As far as Chris knew the healer hadn't treated Vin or Ezra any differently, but it was always possible he'd missed something.
"Didn't do anything." Vin took a deep breath. "Was some o' the stuff he said a few days ago... when Ez got hurt and he found out 'bout us." The tracker somehow managed to execute a graceful shrug in spite of his precariously balanced chair and severe slouch. "Ez has been avoidin' him since then. An' I think it was 'bout time Nate came ta terms with us. Unconditionally." Sky blue eyes met Chris' darker counterparts. "Like you did."
Chris hesitated a moment, thinking. He nodded slowly, reviewing the past few days, and realized that Ezra had been avoiding Nathan. Not hiding exactly, but somehow managing to simply not be where the other man was. The only time the two were in the same room was when necessity demanded it.
[Wonder if he did that with me when I was being such an ass about him and Vin?] Chris mentally slapped himself. [I KNOW he was. What's that saying... discretion is the better part of valor. Fits. Ezra knows better'n most of us how to pick his battles.]
The lean gunslinger frowned slightly. [But they left me alone for nearly a month waiting for me ta get my head out of my ass. It's only been a few days with Nathan. And Vin is the one pushing it. Odd. He seemed willing to give me all the time I needed. Wonder why he's not willing to let it go with Nathan? Best to ask what they got planned. Might be the only warning I get.]
"So how do you plan ta get him to come to terms with you and Ez?"
"Don't really know yet." Vin shrugged again. "Told Ez the first thing we was gonna do is stop avoidin' him."
Chris nodded once. [When I think on it... Vin might not have pushed me, but he didn't hide from me either. Didn't have a choice but to come to terms with him being with Ezra, because even a blind man could see they have something special.]
Vin sighed quietly, eyes troubled. "Nate ain't gonna ever really see Ez for who he is if he never sees him."
Chris raised one eyebrow, confused by Vin's statement. "What do you mean see Ez?"
"When he started askin' us questions... " Vin scowled, and shook his head. "The first thing he did was ta... insinuate... Ezra was like the slave owners he knew. Like his master's brother who just used young Negro men as his play toys."
The way Vin sounded out each syllable of 'insinuate', almost feeling out the word, told Chris it was a fairly new word for the tracker. But he was not at all surprised by Vin's pronouncing it correctly, if slowly. Nor was he surprised by the fact that Vin clearly understood the meaning. Ezra appeared to be influencing the tracker in more ways than one.
What did surprise him was the reference to Nathan's slave days. The healer seldom talked much about that time in his life. At least not specific details. [Well he obviously went into detail with Vin and Ezra. And Ezra's accent, the way he carries himself, how he dresses, his attitude at times... I could see where that might remind Nate of his former owner, and how it might be a problem.]
"Ez ain't like that. Never was. High time Nate saw him for who he is." Vin stated firmly, giving Chris a narrow-eyed look, leaving no doubt that the tracker knew exactly where Chris' thoughts had been a second ago.
Unfazed, Chris cocked his head to one side. "Seem to remember him being a bit hesitant ta ride with Nate."
"Weren't cause o' the color o' Nate's skin." Vin glared at him, reminding Chris to tread lightly when it came to assuming things about the gambler. Much of what he'd assumed in the past had been way off the mark.
"An' that was a year ago, Cowboy." Vin's gaze was unwavering, weighing Chris with his eyes, letting the older man know he wouldn't back down from his defense of his lover and friend. "The man has proved himself since then. More'n once. He shouldn't have to keep doin' it."
Chris tipped his head, conceding that Vin did have a point. [Was a time when I might have been pigheaded enough to argue with him, but Vin's right. Standish has proven himself. Took me way too long to see that. Wasn't fair to Ezra then, and it wouldn't be fair now. Can see why Vin's bent outta shape over Nate doing it. Least I understand better why he's pushing the issue now.]
Chris raised a hand, silently offering his apology, admitting he was in the wrong. Vin nodded, signaling his acceptance. The tracker took a breath and let it out in a heavy sigh, straightening slightly from his slouched pose.
"Ez is worried he's making Nate uncomfortable. That he's reminded Nate of things he'd rather forget. So he don't wanna push too hard. Me... I don't care 'bout Nate being uncomfortable. Don't think Ezra should be the only one ta bend. Ez ain't Nate's old master, or his master's brother. He can't keep tarring Ez with the same brush."
The lanky man shifted almost imperceptibly in his seat, the move bringing him into a more face to face position with Chris, while still maintaining the chair's gravity defying two-legged stance. "We agreed ta stop avoidin' him, but I don't think Ez is real keen on the idea."
[Well that would certainly explain some of the tension I felt between Vin and Ezra. Not a major disagreement, but enough to make them uneasy for a bit. Good to know they can work stuff like this out without either of them flying off the handle. Sort o' surprises me that they managed to come to a decision at all given how opposite their views on it are.]
"And then there's Josiah."
Chris started, caught completely off guard by Vin's mentioning the big peacekeeper. [What the hells does Josiah have to do with this? Shit, one morning off and problems are popping up like daisies in spring. Maybe I should have sent Vin out in the rain.] Not without a feeling of reluctance, Chris warily asked, "What about Josiah?"
Vin shrugged one shoulder, seemingly totally unaware of the reaction his almost casual reference to the ex-preacher had caused. "He's the only one who don't know 'bout me and Ezra. JD pointed out that it might not be such a good idea ta leave him in the dark. And Ez sort o' agrees with him. Thinks 'Siah might see it as us keeping secrets from him. We ain't, but it will sort o' look that way if he's the only one who don't know."
The sharpshooter shook his head, brows pulling together. "But, I'm not sure we should be rockin' the boat. Weren't all that long ago that Ez damn near shot Josiah 'cause he didn't know when ta back off. They've been on an even keel now for the past few months. Getting along real good. An' I'd really hate ta see that get messed up."
Chris rubbed at one temple, reminding himself to just keep his mouth shut in the future and stay out of other people's business. [Too late for that now. I already asked. In for a penny, in for a pound.]
He sighed. "Anything else I should know about?"
"Ya don't think what I jus' mentioned is enough?" Vin smirked, giving him a knowing look.
"Oh no, that's plenty." Chris glared at him. [The impertinent little whelp. God... Now I sound like Ezra.] "I just want to make sure there isn't some surprise lurking around the corner that I should know about."
"If there is, it ain't mine or Ezra's, Cowboy."
Chris accepted that. Vin might make him work for the answers, but his friend wouldn't deliberately keep anything from Chris that he thought he should know about. The Texan had made a point of watching out for his friends. It wasn't likely that would change any time soon.
Chris pursed his lips. "So you aren't going to avoid Nate. Can see that as a good place to start." He hoped that would be enough. Realizing it took Vin getting shot, and Ezra's reaction to that to open his own eyes, Chris sent a silent prayer heavenward that Nathan would not need anything nearly so drastic. He made a mental note to keep an eye on the situation. He might not have any suggestions for how to make Nathan see the light, but the least he could do was make sure things didn't get out of hand.
"What about Josiah? You have a starting point there?"
"Not yet." Vin shook his head, expression rueful. "Gotta work on that one a bit. It'll be Ez that figures that one out. He's good at conundrums."
Chris raised an eyebrow. "Conundrum?"
"Yeah... ya know... problems, or I guess puzzle would be more accurate." Vin grinned, clearly delighted with having one up on Chris. "Ezra told me 'fore we went to lunch that he'd be trying to improvise a solution to addressing the conundrum of how to inform Josiah that were a couple."
Chris closed his eyes, and pinched the bridge of his nose. He should have known better than to ask. He sighed. He'd had such high hopes for today being a stress free day. He opened his eyes to ask, "You really had to tell me all this?"
The tracker shrugged. "Since ya asked, I figured I might as well tell ya all of it."
Chris nodded. "You let me know if there is anything I can do to help."
By way of an answer, Vin raised two fingers to the brim of his hat, giving Chris Ezra's trademark salute. Chris rolled his eyes, thinking Vin and Ezra spending so much time together might not be a good thing. Vin grinned, blue eyes warm with amusement, easily reading Chris' thoughts. Not for the first time did Chris come to the conclusion that having someone able to read him so well could be a real pain in the ass.
The smart remark Chris had been ready to say went unspoken when Buck sauntered up the boardwalk. The tall Midwesterner leaned casually against a support post, tipping back his hat. "Boys."
"Buck," Chris greeted him. Vin just nodded his hello in his usual reticent fashion.
Buck began scraping his boots against the boardwalk, removing the mud that had accumulated in his brief walk through town. The lanky man looked up from under his brows. "Understand the kid was askin' you questions this morning, Vin."
"Yep."
Buck smirked, pride evident in his voice when he spoke. "Kid is full of surprises, ain't he?"
"That he is." Vin chuckled. "That he is."
Chris found himself nodding in agreement. JD had certainly come a long way in the past year. He was no longer a greenhorn. But then, to be fair, the boy obviously knew more than Chris realized if he'd managed to figure out, on his own, that Vin and Ezra were a couple.
Buck sighed, and shook his head slightly, his expression turning to one of bemusement. "Now if I could just get the boy to start courting Casey proper like. I mean, honestly, they been dancing 'round each other for nearly a year. Jus' ain't natural. I tell ya. It just ain't."
Chris and Vin shared a look. Buck seemed to have a one-track mind at times. [Although, to be fair, he's usually doing his best ta look out for his friends. Just unfortunate for JD that Buck's way of looking out for him, in this case, might well introduce him to the business end of Nettie's shotgun.]
"Might be you'd have better luck working the other end o' things, Bucklin. But I kinda doubt it." Vin's familiar half smile appeared. He pointed up the street with his chin when Buck raised both eyebrows at him. Just coming into town were Nettie and Casey Welles.
"Huh." Buck frowned. "Didn't think the roads would be dry enough for a wagon yet."
Chris decided against pointing out that the roads were obviously passable or Nettie wouldn't be here. Some days his long-term friend was just as prone to the same blatantly obvious comments that he ragged on JD for making. Chris shook his head, having decided years ago not to let it bother him.
[Wonder what brings Nettie ta town. She doesn't come in very often. Could be trouble at the ranch. Hope not.]
Nettie stopped her wagon directly in front of them. She set the brake before turning to greet them, her wide brimmed hat flopping slightly as she moved. "Afternoon boys."
Casey seconded her greeting with her usual youthful enthusiasm, reminding Chris of JD. Nothing seemed to dampen either one's spirits for very long. He knew it was only Nettie's firm grip on Casey's arm that kept the teenager from jumping off the wagon and disappearing like a startled jackrabbit. The young girl, unlike her older guardian, delighted in spending time in town and always enjoyed seeing the sites, such as they were. Chris didn't understand the appeal, but then, he saw the town nearly everyday. And as the leader of the band of peacekeepers that protected Four Corners, he tended to regard anything new or interesting in town with some suspicion, rather than eagerness. Such things were usually the harbinger of trouble.
"Afternoon, Miz Nettie. Casey." Vin returned their greetings, straightening in his chair. Chris hid a smile thinking Nettie was the only person Vin ever made the effort to sit up straight for. Chris tipped his hat to them, acknowledging their hellos.
"Hello ladies." Buck smiled broadly. "What brings you two lovelies ta town on a miserable day like this?"
"My roof." Nettie frowned severely, her displeasure easy to read.
"Your roof?" Buck cocked his head to one side, clearly surprised by her answer, and the vehemence of it.
"Yes." Nettie grimaced. "It's leaking like a sieve. Need supplies ta fix it." Her blue eyes shifted to Vin. "Have a feeling it might just be worse than it looks. And I might be needing a little help to get it fixed proper."
It wasn't exactly an order, nor was she really asking for his assistance. It was more like she was simply stating a fact, and waiting to see how Vin would react to it. The lanky Texan didn't hesitate to volunteer. "Be glad ta help ya out, Miz Nettie. No problem at all."
Chris was glad she hadn't looked at him. [Vin's a good choice. He doesn't mind scrabbling around like a mountain goat.] Chris didn't mind heights, but he preferred those mother nature had created to the ones man made. It just seemed entirely unnatural to him to be crawling around on the outside of a building.
Nettie nodded, accepting Vin's offer. "Figure I'd get supplies today. Maybe spend the night here in town. Roads weren't bad, but that was with an empty wagon." She shook her head slightly. "Might be tough ta get through with a full load weighing it down."
She sent a sly look toward her niece. "Sides, I think Casey might enjoy a chance ta spend some time in town." Casey smiled broadly, her pleasure at spending time in town written all over her face.
"Understand that gambling fancy man is teaching some of the young 'uns in town." It was a statement, but it came out almost as a question. Chris wondered if she was going to voice some level of disapproval. She wouldn't be the first person to voice an opinion that the gambler was not a fit person to act as a teacher.
[Hope not. I know he does a good job with the kids. Damn shame some people in this town can't see that. I know Vin won't put up with her bad mouthing Ezra. No matter how much he likes Nettie, he loves Ezra. I know Ezra would come first with him.]
"Yes, Ma'am." Buck was quick to answer her. Chris was pretty sure his old friend was thinking the same thing he was. "Ezra teaches up ta eight kids or so now. Spends a couple of hours in the afternoon with 'em." The tall cowboy smiled warmly, but his eyes were measuring. "Pretty good at it too. Kids seem ta really enjoy their lessons."
The older woman nodded. "Think he could put together some lessons for Casey?"
Casey regarded her aunt with surprise. "Oh, Aunt Nettie, I don't need-"
"Hush, child." Nettie gave her a stern look. "It wouldn't hurt for you ta get a bit more schooling. An education is important. And there isn't anyone else 'round here that likely ta know as much as that fancy man does. Man has more words than anyone else I've ever met, that's fer damn sure. So I'm pretty sure he can teach you a thing or two."
Vin's eyes sparkled, obviously pleased with Nettie's statement regarding Ezra. "Only way ta know if Ez is willing is ta ask him." Vin offered quietly. "But I don't think Ez would mind workin' up some stuff for Casey."
He slid out of his chair, getting to his feet with his usual easy grace. "Fact is, Ez is at the mercantile teaching now. Mrs. Potter lets him use the storeroom. Since yer headed over that way ta get supplies, it would be a good time ta ask." He smiled shyly. "I'll load yer stuff while ya talk to Ez. Save ya some time, in case ya got other things ta do while yer in town."
There was no way Mrs. Potter would be able to actually handle the materials Nettie would need. Since she had not yet been able to hire someone to tote the larger, heavier items, she relied on her customers' ability to see to those things. So far, it hadn't been a problem. However, Chris knew Nettie wouldn't be able to do it herself. Not that she would ever admit to that fact. Vin's offer let her save face, offering her a simple solution.
Nettie nodded once, accepting his offer and thanking Vin with the gesture at the same time. She reached for the brake, but before releasing it, she pinned Buck and Chris with a firm look. "Expect one o' you boys to lend a hand as well."
Chris could never quite figure out how she could make him feel like an errant schoolboy with no more than a look and a comment. It was unnerving, and just a bit annoying. He sighed, and sent a mildly exasperated look toward Buck. The cowboy waggled his eyebrows at Chris. He obviously knew how Nettie had just made him feel, and was amused by it.
"I'll help him, Nettie." Chris responded, proud of the fact that he didn't sound as put upon as he felt. [If nothing else, I won't have to put up with Buck laughing at me.]
Nettie smiled tightly, and clucked to her horse, urging him forward. Buck smirked at Chris, eyes all but dancing, as he slid into the chair Vin had recently vacated. "You boys run along an' have fun. I'll jus' stay here and keep an eye on things."
Chris snorted and moved to join Vin after he cuffed Buck none too lightly on the shoulder. Buck just grinned in response and made a shooing motion with his hand, making a show of getting comfortable as he did it. Together Chris and Vin made their way toward the mercantile, walking in step down the boardwalk.
Nettie parked her wagon in front of the store, casually securing the reins before stepping down with an easy movement that made Chris wonder, and not for the first time, just how old she really was. Casey scrambled down with more speed and impatience than grace. Chris was again reminded of JD. [Two of them will make an interesting couple when they finally get serious. Can just see them running hither and yon. Lord, now that makes me tired just thinking about it. Can only hope they grow out of all that energy by then.]
Nettie and Casey entered the store a step or two ahead of Chris and Vin. Nettie called out for Mrs. Potter as she entered. "Gloria? You about?"
Mrs. Potter stepped out from where she'd been straightening the bolts of cloth. "Nettie Welles. My, what a pleasant surprise. I expected the rain to keep most people out of town for at least a day." Mrs. Potter smiled warmly. Her eyes shifted toward Chris and Vin. "I'll be with you gentlemen as soon as I've taken care of Mrs. Welles." Mrs. Potter turned her attention back to Nettie. "Now then, what can I help you with today?"
"Understand Standish uses yer storeroom to do some teaching. Was hopin' he was still about. Wanted ta talk ta him about lessons for Casey here." She patted her niece on the shoulder, ignoring the teenager's put-upon sigh with practiced ease.
Mrs. Potter's smile brightened, not at all offended by Nettie's brusque speech, and clearly pleased that Nettie wanted to add her niece to the ranks of those Ezra taught. Chris wasn't surprised since it was Mrs. Potter who had instigated the whole teaching thing. [Wonder if she's even still working on finding a real teacher. Seems mighty pleased with Ezra. Might be she's decided that he's more than good enough for Cece and Josh, and there's no need for someone else.] Chris smiled slightly. [Well, Ezra is good at it. Although, I suppose there are other children that could do with a bit of education too. And their parents aren't going to let them get it from Ezra. Damn shame that. Have to remember to check with Mrs. Potter and see if she's still looking or not.]
"Oh, yes, Mr. Standish uses a space here as a classroom nearly every afternoon." Mrs. Potter glanced toward the clock that hung behind the counter. "He should be finishing in a few minutes." Her smile turned conspiratorial. "He really should have been done half an hour ago, but the children never seem to want to wrap their lessons up so things usually run a bit long."
Nettie pulled a list from her jacket pocket and handed it over to her. "Was sort of hoping you could fill my order, Gloria, while me and Casey talk to Standish." She tipped her head toward Vin and Chris. "The boys were good enough ta see about loading it for me."
"Certainly." Mrs. Potter scanned the list, before glancing back up toward Nettie. "No trouble at all. I'll see to getting this together for you."
"Thank you." The homesteader pointed toward the back room. "If it's all right, we'll just head on back and talk ta the man?"
"Oh, by all means, please do." Mrs. Potter waved her hand in an inviting gesture as she moved toward another part of the store, already focused on filling Nettie's order.
Just as Nettie stepped toward the storeroom, all but dragging her reluctant niece with her, the door opened. Several young children scrambled out the way children always seemed wont to do. They didn't even slow down as they apologized or excused themselves, dodging around Nettie the same way a river flows around a large boulder. Chris smiled at the sight. [Kids only seem to have one speed... gallop. Never seem to see any of them walk anywhere if they can help it.]
Nettie and Casey stepped inside, and out of sight. Vin moved to stand closer to the door, positioning himself so that he was near enough to hear what was being said. Chris wagged a finger at him, silently reprimanding the tracker for eavesdropping. Vin just gave him a dirty look in return.
Chris would have liked to take up a position similar to Vin's. He was curious about what the gambler would say when confronted by the cantankerous old woman, but Mrs. Potter had other ideas. "Mr. Larabee, would you please take these nails to Nettie's wagon?" She pointed to a box of nails, and made a check mark on the list Nettie had given her, already moving on to the next item, not even waiting to see if he would comply.
Chris sighed silently, and picked up the box, heading toward the wagon outside. [Won't do any good to argue with her. Next time, I'll make Buck do this.] He grinned thinking about how he was going to enjoy seeing his old friend squirm a bit. [Buck might have a way with the ladies, but I'm pretty damn sure that animal magnetism he claims to have won't work on Nettie or Mrs. Potter.]
He passed Vin on his way back in. The sharpshooter was carrying two boxes full of shingles, and didn't look happy about not being able to follow the conversation between Ezra and Nettie. Chris just shook his head, and commented quietly. "Ain't like he can't handle her."
"I know that, Cowboy." Vin responded, his voice also low. "Just wanted ta make sure things went okay. Can't do that if I'm not there ta hear what's going on."
Chris could understand that. He reflected that in a way it was probably similar to Sarah meeting his mother. That had been a nerve-wracking experience. All he'd wanted was for everything to go well, and to make a good impression. It had been much the same when he met Sarah's mother. Of course, he'd never really measured up in her father's eyes, but that was a whole different issue.
Even though Nettie didn't know about Vin and Ezra, Chris could empathize with the younger man's apprehension. It was only natural that the tracker would want things between his lover, and sometime surrogate mother, to go well. Chris patted Vin on the shoulder, trying to offer physical reassurance since his words didn't seem to have much effect.
Vin half-smiled, and jerked his head back toward the door. "Ya better go see what else she's got ready for ya."
Chris nodded. He stepped back inside the store to see what Mrs. Potter had waiting for him. Stepping closer to the counter, he could make out Ezra's southern drawl coming clearly from the storeroom. Chris could hear the smile in Ezra's voice even though he couldn't see the conman.
"It would be no trouble, my dear lady. No trouble at all. If you have a moment, I would like to attempt to gauge the level of Miss Casey's knowledge. That way I could better ascertain an appropriate curriculum for her."
"Curriculum?" That was Casey's voice. Her tone was an interesting mix of curiosity and apprehension.
"A course of study." Ezra's voice again, sounding matter-of-fact. Chris recognized the tone was the same one the conman used whenever he explained his five-dollar words to JD or Vin. He was amazed how at ease that tone of voice made people, ensuring that they didn't feel stupid about asking for an explanation.
Ezra continued speaking. "Since you are a few years older than the other children, an individual schedule tailored to meet your needs is really what is called for."
"Why?" Casey's voice again, this time merely curious. "Can't I just join in with the other kids?"
"I do not believe that would be a viable option in your case, Miss Casey. Many of the other students are likely to be far behind you, predominantly because they are so much younger than you. And there is no point in rehashing information you are already cognizant of. Doing so would simply be a waste of your time."
Chris found it interesting to note that Ezra was speaking to Casey as though she were an adult, not just a child. [Hunh... never noticed before, but I'll bet he does that with all the kids. Doesn't talk down to them or treat them different than he would anyone else.]
"And there is your location to consider."
"My location?"
"Certainly. Although Mrs. Welles has not said so, I presume you will not be able to attend class here in Four Corners regularly. A course of study that would allow you to progress independent of daily attention is probably for the best."
Chris could picture Ezra cocking one eyebrow, and looking askance at Nettie, seeking confirmation. He didn't get to hear Nettie's or Casey's reply to that because Mrs. Potter was once more directing him to tote roofing materials outside. [Least Ezra doesn't sound angry, insulted, or out of sorts. If anything, he sounds pleased. And if Nettie were pissed, I'm pretty sure she'd be saying something. So it must be going all right. At least so far anyway.]
Chris pursed his lips, thinking about what he'd just heard. Unbidden, what Vin had said earlier also came to mind. He smiled to himself. Nettie had unwittingly provided a golden opportunity.
[Vin said he and Ezra agreed to stop avoiding Nathan. Said he wanted a chance for Nathan to really 'see' Ezra. What they really need is a chance to spend some time together. I'll just send Nate and Ezra along with Vin when he rides out tomorrow to help Nettie fix her roof. Doubt Ezra will have much ta do with fixing the roof, since he hates work and all. And Nate still wants him to take it easy on that shoulder. Was only a couple o' days ago he got stabbed. But he can spend some time teaching Casey while he's out there, and Nate will be able ta see Vin and Ezra interact.]
Vin noticed his smile, and raised an eyebrow in question. Chris made a 'later' motion with his hand, and gestured for Vin to go back into the store to get the next load. He knew that Vin would be grilling Ezra the minute they had a moment alone together. Chris wanted to know how everything turned out between Ezra, Nettie and Casey, before he suggested his idea to Vin.
The trick would be getting Vin to share with him what Ezra had to say. Chris shook his head, realizing that might not be so easy. It was hard enough to get Vin to say much of anything on a good day. And it wasn't going to be just getting the story from Vin, but also Vin's ability to get it from Ezra. Vin said Ezra never lied to him, and while Chris was willing to concede that might be true, it didn't guarantee that the gambler would tell him everything. Especially if something between him and Nettie did not go well. Vin's fondness for the old woman was well known. Ezra would likely remain silent rather than say anything that might put Vin in an awkward position of having to choose sides.
Chris grimaced, knowing the conman had a tendency to believe that it was better for him to bear the brunt of another's displeasure rather than cause Vin any discomfort. He was not immune to the irony of realizing just how different his attitude toward Ezra was now from what it had been. He'd made a lot of progress toward seeing the real Ezra Standish much the way Vin felt Nathan needed to.
Chris sighed. He suspected that while the gambler firmly believed Vin loved him, Ezra was probably not entirely convinced that he came first with the tracker. [Hardly surprising he'd have doubts, what with a mother like Maude. Shamed ta admit that I didn't help there either. Acted like he was less important than the other boys, that he couldn't be trusted, and was a chore to put up with. Was only recently I started ta treat him the way I do the rest, started acting like he was a friend.]
Chris decided an alternative plan might be in order. His best bet would be to overhear as much of Ezra's conversation as possible. Then he would know firsthand what had gone on and how to best approach the situation, be able see if his idea for sending Nathan out with them out to Nettie's was going to be a viable option. Unfortunately, Mrs. Potter had other ideas.
She kept both Vin and Chris busy running back and forth, more or less continuously occupied with loading the wagon. Even taking nearly twice as long as he needed for each trip, Chris only caught snatches of the conversation he really wanted to hear. He tried to make sense of what little he heard, working on putting together a picture with the small details he managed to glean.
"... naturally a little brushing up on the intricacies of mathematics may be needed..." Ezra's voice, still warm and encouraging. Chris figured they were still talking about subjects for Casey to study. He decided that was a positive sign. [At least they are still talking about him teaching her. Will still work for sending him out with Vin tomorrow. Have to see if sending Nate along is still a good idea.]
Chris heard Nettie's voice on his way back out. "Fancy man, you think you can..." She sounded as if she were challenging Ezra, but not aggressively so. He couldn't decide what that meant, but at least no voices were raise in anger yet, nor had anyone stormed out.
"... attention should be paid to the classics of literature, as well as some of the more modern works." Ezra again, his accent making his voice easily discernable. "Although, I would prefer you not read those dime novels young Mr. Dunne favors. They really have very little in the way of redeeming value." The derision in Ezra's last statement made Chris smile slightly. The gambler was well known of his low regard of JD's favorite reading material.
At that point Ezra, Nettie and Casey must have moved further into the storeroom, because their voices became muffled, less distinct. Chris didn't get the chance to hear anything else sustentative, making him curse under his breath. He bit his lip to keep from laughing when he realized Vin had been doing the exact same thing he had; taking his time about loading the wagon, and cussing under his breath.
[Wonder what he heard? Probably about as much as I did. Maybe we can compare notes. Mrs. Potter probably wonders what the hell is wrong with the two of us. Must be the slowest load she's ever seen put together. If I'd have known they were gonna take so long, I'd have hustled this along so I could have hung out near the door and heard more.]
He consoled himself with the knowledge that even if he didn't hear all the specifics of their conversation, he did at least get the gist of it. And Chris was fairly certain that he knew enough to feel confident his plan would work. All he needed now was confirmation from Vin, after he talked to Ezra. Just to be sure.
He'd talk to Nathan at dinner tonight. That part could be squared away quickly and easily. The healer wouldn't question his being ordered to help work on the roof. If Chris worded it right, he just might get the man to volunteer. [I can't believe I'm actually thinking this. Maybe Vin isn't the only one Ezra's having an effect on.]
Ezra woke slowly, enjoying the luxury of being able to do so. Much of his life had necessitated waking with only an instant's notice, ready to fight or flee. He delighted in being able to take his time in rejoining the rest of humanity, reconnecting slowly with the world he'd left behind in favor of resting his body and mind. He fully intended to indulge himself in this infrequently experienced pleasure for as long as possible.
He breathed deeply, letting it out in a quiet, contented sigh. This was his favorite moment of the day. Everything was right with the world. He was warm, and completely comfortable. There was no pressing urge to be anywhere or do anything. And the best part was he could feel Vin curled up behind him, holding him close.
Ezra smiled. It had been Vin who'd convinced him going to bed early would be a good thing. Not that sleeping had really been the reason he'd agreed. When Vin offered to make it worth his while, eyes giving him a come hither look, Ezra was quick to see the merit in leaving the saloon earlier than he usually did. It didn't really bother him that his lover had an ulterior motive. Vin had indeed made good on his offer to make it worth Ezra's while, so he wasn't going to complain.
Ezra stretched slightly, and burrowed deeper into Vin's arms, still not yet ready to give up his comfortable spot and face the day. He could feel the muscle twinges and faint aches that only good loving could bring about. His whole body sang with that 'I got mine' feeling. Until getting together with Vin, it was not a feeling he could honestly claim much familiarity with.
[No complaints from me with how the evening turned out. None what so ever. May just have to look into this whole 'early to bed' theory. Might just be worth doing more often. But only if Vin is interested in a repeat performance. I shall have to endeavor to make it worth HIS while.]
Ezra sighed softly. He knew his time was growing short. He wasn't going to be able to wallow much longer. Vin was a perpetual early riser. His lover simply wasn't the sort to lie in bed for an indefinite period of time. And while not a morning person by inclination, Ezra could get up before the sun rose if he felt it was warranted.
[It is unfortunate that the agenda decided upon at dinner definitely warrants rising early. Pity. Much nicer to simply stay here. Ah well, it was nice while it lasted. I have grown spoiled. There was a time when I would not have had even this much. I really should not allow myself to get used to this. Mother would likely tell me becoming accustomed to such a condition is a shortcoming of monumental proportions. Ezra, my boy, that will be enough thoughts about Mother for today.]
Ezra forced himself to focus on the upcoming day. The plan had been to get an early start tomorrow. Or rather, Ezra mentally corrected himself, this morning. He hadn't really been surprised when Chris suggested that he go with Vin when the tracker went out to assist Nettie with her roof repairs. Ezra suspected that the gunslinger was still trying to make amends for his perceived wrong by giving him and Vin every opportunity to spend time together.
[Honestly, I don't know why he feels he did anything wrong. So he took some time to come to terms with Vin and I being together. That is hardly a crime. I'd rather he took his time than have decided immediately we were not permitted to be together. And if he misjudged the whole situation initially, well, he isn't the first person to do so. And I rather doubt he will be the last. He managed to see his error. So by all rights, there is no reason for him to feel guilty, or the need to make amends.]
Ezra frowned somewhat, brows furrowing in deliberation. If Chris had planned for them to be able to spend more time together, then why had he worked so hard at getting Nathan to go along? Perhaps there was more to this than he realized. He wondered if Vin had said something to Chris regarding Nathan. The conman knew that his lover frequently sought counsel with his best friend, and he would not be surprised to learn that Vin had discussed the situation with Chris.
The gambler was somewhat surprised by how devious their leader could be. It was obvious to him, although probably not to Nathan, that Chris was working hard at dinner last night to coerce the healer into going along. The gunslinger managed it with a skill and finesse that Ezra would not have credited him with.
[I never would have thought him capable of being subtle. Which I suppose is a personal shortcoming. I really need to remember that the man is far more devious than he appears. He may be plain spoken and straightforward most of the time, but by no means all of the time. I was rather impressed with how well he worked his mark.]
Ezra was equally impressed with Chris' deft handling of Josiah. He had seen that the big man was ready to volunteer his skills, more than willing to assist with the repairs when Nettie's situation became the topic of discussion. Obviously the gunslinger had seen the same thing, because Chris quickly assigned him the task of riding with Buck. He wanted them to check on other outlying ranches and see if they had suffered any setbacks related to the storm. Chris, for his part, would pass through those areas known to be prone to flash flooding. He wanted to look for damage to the roads, and search for any drowned livestock that some of the more hotheaded local ranchers might be quick to claim were stolen. JD would stay in town and keep an eye on things there.
"Hey there." Vin's voice, soft and a little raspy, intruded on his thoughts.
Ezra smiled, opened his eyes, and turned his head to greet his lover. "Hello, Cheri. Sleep well?"
Vin's lips quirked in his usual half smile, one arm pulling Ezra even closer. "Ya really need ta ask?" He tilted his head to kiss Ezra lightly on the lips. "You sleep well?"
Ezra smiled warmly, green eyes bright. "Very, mon coeur."
Vin nodded, clearly pleased with his answer. "Then what are you doing awake at this hour?"
"You did say you wanted an early start today." Ezra answered, expression completely innocent.
"Uh-hunh." Vin raised both eyebrows. "Don't seem to remember that makin' much difference whenever Chris said he wanted ta start early."
Ezra chuckled quietly, one hand caressing Vin's chest, more because he simply loved being able to do so than from any desire to ignite passion. "Yes, well, he does not offer the same inducement that you do."
"Inducement, eh? That what yer calling it now." Vin laughed, and hugged Ezra to him. Ezra returned the hug, enjoying the sound of Vin's laughter, and his warm, hard body against his own.
The tracker pulled away and scowled at him, laughing blue eyes belying his fierce expression. "He better not try ta induce you inta anything the way I do. Or anyone else for that matter. Ya hear me?"
Years of practice, and an innate attention to detail, made it easy for Ezra to discern the nuances in Vin's voice. Beneath the good humor, and mock seriousness, he could make out the faint tones of jealousy and concern. He raised a hand to caress Vin's cheek, green eyes meeting blue directly. He wanted his lover to have no doubts.
"I hear you." Ezra responded, his voice soft but sincere. "No one but you, Cheri. Never anyone but you." [I really cannot fathom how he could ever think anyone else could compare to him. He is a rare treasure the likes of which I have never before encountered.]
Vin nodded, satisfied with Ezra's answer. He glanced toward the window. The sun was just beginning to peek over the horizon, faint rays of light adding a rosy hue to the sky. Vin sighed regretfully. "S'pose we ought ta get out o' bed."
Ezra kissed the hollow of Vin's throat. He would like to disagree, but knew that really wasn't an option. "Mrs. Welles will probably be rising shortly, if she hasn't already done so."
"Yeah." Vin agreed with a soft sigh. "Nettie ain't one ta waste the day."
Ezra figured the old woman probably rose every day at the crack of dawn whether she needed to or not. It was a concept he simply couldn't comprehend. In his opinion the whole sunrise thing was overrated. He much preferred watching it set. [Ah well, variety is the spice of life. Or so I've been told.]
Vin slid out of bed, and offered his hand to Ezra. It was a courtesy gesture, both men knowing he didn't need help getting to his feet. The gambler smiled, and took the proffered hand, graciously allowing his lover to pull him easily to a standing position. Vin pulled him in close for another hug, holding him close for a moment before reluctantly stepping away.
Ezra moved to get dressed while Vin did the same. The gambler gave his closet thoughtful consideration before selecting the day's apparel. Instead of his usual finery, he opted for a simple, but well made homespun white shirt, no vest, black pants and a plain brown jacket. While he really had no intention of actually assisting with repairs to Nettie's roof, it probably wouldn't hurt to dress in an outfit that he didn't object to being damaged.
The others might believe him to be an overdressed popinjay with little or no sense when it came to dressing in a sensible fashion but that was not, nor had it ever been the case. He'd run too many cons, and been forced to blend in on too many occasions not to realize that a wardrobe for all situations was a necessity. His mother had drummed into him that appearances were everything. And while he was smart enough to realize her advice was not completely accurate, he also knew she wasn't entirely wrong.
Ezra regarded his reflection in the mirror for a moment. [Clothes may not make the man, but they certainly create a man for other people to see. Dress like a gentlemen and people assume you are one. Dress like a saddle tramp and they never think you might be anything else.]
Ezra was so used to wearing the love knot pendant Vin made for him, he failed to notice that the open collar of his shirt left it visible. His usual ruffled shirt, vest and jacket had always obscured it from view. He only checked to be certain it was still secure.
It was sufficiently early that neither man worried about being seen as they headed downstairs together. It was unlikely that the saloon would have any customers. And if anyone were to ask, Vin could easily say that he'd gone up to wake Ezra, justifying his presence easily. Most of the town probably knew that they were supposed to be leaving early to help Nettie with repairs. The gambler silently laid odds on, if anyone did ask, how many would fail to notice that Vin's supposed entrance into his abode was not greeted with the usual warning shot.
Vin taped him lightly on the arm as they left the saloon. "How's the shoulder?"
Ezra rotated the joint in question, taking care to keep the motion smooth and to hide the twinge it responded with. His shoulder was healing nicely. In a few days even the faint twinge he'd felt would no longer be there. "It's fine."
Sharp eyes studied him, demanding honesty. "You need that sling Nate keeps saying you should be wearing?"
Ezra rolled his eyes. [Nathan is always insisting on restraints of one kind or another. Being able to use both hands with equal dexterity does not mean I appreciate having use of one restricted. I detest confinement. Besides, the sling is hardly required now.]
"That is not necessary." He grinned, dimples and gold tooth both putting in an appearance. "Besides, it will be you who will be undertaking strenuous physical labor. I will merely be passing the time with Miss Casey. Use of my shoulder is not required in helping the young woman to expand her base of knowledge."
Vin smiled back at him. He cocked his head to one side. Ezra knew he was studying the partially healed scalp wound that he'd sustained the same time he'd been stabbed. Nathan had removed the stitches yesterday. The bruising had faded, leaving the faint pink scar readily visible. Ezra wasn't worried about it. He knew the scar would fade in time, just like all the others his body sported in various places.
"I'm fine, Cheri." Ezra spoke softly. "Honestly."
Vin huffed, and waved a hand in a meaningless gesture. "I know. I know. It's just-"
Ezra cocked one eyebrow, his expression enough to stop Vin. "I'm not made out of glass, Mr. Tanner." His voice dipped to a husky whisper, and he tilted his head just enough so that he could cast a flirtatious look from under his lashes. "Or did last night fail to convince you of that? Perhaps a repeat performance is in order. Hmmm?"
Vin swallowed hard, pupils dilating in response to Ezra's voice and suggestion, just as the gambler knew they would. The tracker took a deep, shuddering breath. "Yeah... yeah. Okay."
"Okay what?"
"Yer not made of glass. And a repeat performance might jus' be in order." Vin grinned wickedly. "Wouldn't want forget just how solid... hard... ya are."
Ezra laughed out loud. He raised two fingers to the brim of his hat in his trademark salute. "Shall we see about breaking our fast then? Some fortification for the day is probably in order." He let his eyes roam over his lover's lean form before he winked lasciviously at Vin. "And most definitely for this evening."
The blush that warmed Vin's cheeks made Ezra smile wider. It was one of those delightful paradoxes that made up the man. He could engage in some of the most incredible, mind-blowing sex Ezra had ever had the good fortune to experience, and yet still blushed at the mere suggestion of it.
They strolled in a leisurely fashion toward the restaurant. Ezra never really cared for breakfast. It wasn't a meal he was usually awake to indulge in. Generally speaking, he didn't have much appetite early in the morning. Nor did he like the heavy, fatty foods that were the predominant fare. For most of his life, Ezra was what some called a dainty eater. He usually didn't eat much at one sitting, and he hated the bloated, over-full feeling that came with a large, heavy meal.
The gambler considered lunch the most important meal of the day and it was then that he consumed the most. When he did eat breakfast it was usually little more than coffee, and toast or a few strips of bacon. Lately though, when in town and awake for breakfast, he hoped for a large piece of Mrs. Anders' cornbread. He liked nothing better for breakfast than hot cornbread drizzled with honey. Ezra had complimented Mrs. Anders on the quality of the culinary delicacy she was able to create. He was most gratified that she seemed inclined to regularly serve it.
He and Vin made their way past the closed and shuttered doors of town. At this early hour only the restaurant was open for business. Both men unconsciously noted that the town appeared to be in order, nothing out of place or amiss.
Vin opened the door. He waved a hand in a polite, elegant gesture that would not have been out of place in the antebellum South Ezra knew in his childhood, inviting the gambler to enter before him. The tracker grinned. Ezra smiled and bowed slightly, playing along.
"Why thank you, Mr. Tanner."
"My pleasure, Mr. Standish."
A quick glance around the room revealed Nettie had indeed risen with the sun. She appeared to be comfortably ensconced at the same table the seven usually claimed for their own. Ezra led the way over to her.
Because he loved to tease the old woman, Ezra removed his hat and bowed to her in an exaggerated courtesy. "May we join you, Madam?"
Nettie rolled her eyes at his manner, but Ezra could easily make out the humor in her cornflower blue eyes. She gruffly pointed toward a chair with her fork. "Sit down, Fancy Man." Her eyes shifted to Vin, warming in obvious welcome. "You too, boy."
They took their usual seats, waiting for the waitress, Emily Kazinski, to come take their order. The young woman and her family were recent immigrants to Four Corners. Mrs. Anders had hired her a few months ago, and had not yet had reason to regret it.
"What can I get for you gentlemen today?" Emily asked, her voice softly accented by a touch of the old country she inherited from her parents.
"Coffee, if you would be so kind, Miss Kazinski. And a piece of Mrs. Anders' cornbread, assuming of course that gastronomic delight is available this fine morning."
Emily smiled at him. "For you Mr. Standish, I'm sure Mrs. Anders has some cornbread on hand. She mentioned making some special because she thought you might be in this morning."
Ezra flushed slightly, embarrassed that someone might have gone done something nice just for him. He wasn't used to it. "Please relay my deepest feelings of gratitude."
Emily tipped her head in acknowledgement. "And you, Mr. Tanner, what will you be having for breakfast today?"
"Fried taters, bacon, fried eggs, and some o' that bread Mrs. Anders had on hand yesterday iffen she still has some. Oh, and a cup o' black coffee."
"Might as well bring a pot." Nettie raised her own cup indicating she'd like another as well.
Emily nodded. She didn't need to write either order down. It was not as they had asked for anything complicated or terribly difficult. But Ezra had noted that the girl had a very good memory, and no matter how busy the restaurant was she seldom made a mistake even without a notepad.
"I'll be back with your coffee in a moment." She left, heading back to the kitchen.
"If I may be so bold, Mrs. Wells, where is Miss Casey this morning?" Ezra cocked his head to one side. "I would have expected her to join you."
Nettie sighed, and sat back in her chair, sipping the remainder of her coffee. "She's fussing with her hair and her clothes. Will likely be awhile for she gets it all to suit her."
The old woman shook her head. "Been awhile since I felt the need ta try and impress a man, but she seems hell bent on making sure JD notices her." Nettie's lips pursed, annoyance marking her countenance. "Not like he hasn't already seen her before. Just plain foolishness."
Ezra smiled slightly, tipping his head slightly to hide it. [Casey must at times find the age gulf between herself and her guardian a trial at times. And Mr. Dunne will have his work cut out for him with Nettie Welles as his in-law.] He knew the fiery old woman was not nearly as put out as she would have them believe, but he wondered if his young comrade would be equally adept at reading her. [Probably not. Will make for some interesting times between them, I'm sure.]
Nettie's sharp eyes studied him. At first, he thought she was silently reprimanding him for his earlier smile. It wouldn't be the first time he made the mistake of forgetting to suppress that subtle display of humor, or had not managed to successfully hide it completely. But her gaze narrowed in speculation, and then shifted toward Vin. Her expression seemed to harden.
Ezra felt a frisson of unease. He was missing something, of that he was certain, but he didn't know what. He glanced toward his lover seeking reassurance, and answers. Vin met Nettie's look, raising his chin in a gesture that was almost defiant, his sky blue eyes unflinchingly meeting hers. That did nothing to ease Ezra's worry.
He rapidly reviewed everything that had happened since they'd entered seeking anything he might have done wrong. He was mystified as to what he might have done to upset the old woman, and cause what seemed to be some sort of rift between her and Vin. [Ah hell. This is why I avoid getting up early. Things going wrong after noon do not seem quite so insurmountable. The day is already half over and I will have the opportunity to start anew that much sooner.]
Nettie's gaze shifted back toward him, her expression mild. "Mighty nice pendant yer wearing, Fancy Man. Looks like a love knot if I'm not mistaken."
Ezra's hand rose immediately to the hollow of his throat. He cursed mentally with a vehemence he'd never use aloud when his fingers felt the beloved symbol of Vin's affection. He carefully kept his face neutral, green eyes shuttered giving away nothing.
"It is an exquisite piece." Ezra tipped his head as though he were simply acknowledging her earlier compliment. "And yes, it is a love knot." He'd already come to the conclusion that lying was not an option in this case.
Nettie smirked slightly. Ezra got the distinct impression his answer had somehow caused him to raise a notch or two in her estimation, although he wasn't sure why. The situation reminded him of playing a high stakes poker game. He had already placed his bet; the next ante would be hers.
Nettie's attention returned to Vin. "Looks like you figured out how to make a nice one." Her voice held a note of pride. "Always figured you were a quick study. Well done."
Ezra took a slow breath completely caught off guard by that statement but managing not to show it. [Nettie knew about Vin's efforts to construct my love knot?] He chose to ignore that fact for the moment, focusing on her voice and mannerisms. What was more important was did she know Vin was making it for him. [And even more imperative, will she find Vin's choice of me as the recipient of his token to be unacceptable?]
Ezra's eyes narrowed. Out of habit he flexed his right arm, feeling the derringer rig, checking his weapons to be certain he was prepared for whatever came. [It is one thing if she voices disparaging opinions of me. It will be quite another matter entirely if she belittles Vin. If that cantankerous old crone says one thing to hurt him, I'll will make damn sure she regrets it.] Ezra mentally slapped himself for thinking that. A true gentleman would never have even considered violence against a woman.
The proper, gentlemanly course of action would be to bow out, to do whatever was required to not create an irreparable rift between Vin and Nettie. Ezra knew how important Nettie was to Vin. And how important Vin was to her. She showed far more concern for him than Ezra's own mother had ever deigned to show for him. It wouldn't be right for that relationship to be damaged because of him.
Ezra opened his mouth to speak, but closed it with a snap when Emily appeared carrying a pot of coffee, and two cups. It would have been impossible for the girl to miss the almost palpable tension that now engulfed their table. To her credit she merely filled their cups, ignoring the strained silence. Ezra wondered if she were astute enough on her own to realize that tension involving any of the seven peacekeepers of this town was to be avoided at all cost, or if Mrs. Anders had filled her in.
"Your orders will be up shortly." Emily softly offered before quickly disappearing once more into the kitchen.
Nettie cradled her cup of coffee. She cocked her head to one side, studying Ezra. "Yer not the man I expected him ta be sparking on."
[And just how did she know he was interested in a man? For that matter, when did she know, and why was she not bothered by him being attracted to a member of the same gender? Is there someone else she'd rather he were involved with? Someone she would, no doubt, approve of more so than myself.]
Ezra's jaw tightened imperceptibly. He tried to rein in his runaway thoughts. They were not helping him deal with the situation. He felt Vin's hand on his thigh, but ignored it for the moment, choosing to keep his focus on Nettie.
"And whom, pray tell, were you expecting?" Ezra could hear his tone taking a measured and precise cadence, subtly revealing his emotional upheaval, but it was too late to fix it.
"Don't get yer dander up, Fancy Man." Nettie shrugged casually. "Meant no insult ta you." Ezra got the uncomfortable feeling her sharp eyes were seeing more than he meant for her to; more than even he knew he was giving away.
"All the boy told me was he had someone he wanted to make a gift for." She smirked, eyes flicking to Vin for a moment before commenting in a clearly fond tone, "Boy can't lie ta save his life. So even though he didn't tell me who, he did have ta tell me it was a man when I called him on it."
"She was okay with it, Ez." Vin offered quietly. "Weren't offended or upset about two men being together that way." The tracker's hand tightened once on Ezra's thigh, offering a physical reassurance to vocal. Green eyes turned to meet blue.
Vin sighed. His expression and tone both became apologetic. "I wanted to give ya somethin' special. Somethin' that would be right ta give to a man. But... See the thing is... I wasn't makin' much headway on my own. Know I shoulda jus' come to you... but, I thought if I worded it the right way, I could ask Nettie. Didn't think I'd have ta tell her who." Vin bit is lip nervously. "But you know I ain't good with... subterfuge."
The tracker had stumbled over the last word, but Ezra still felt a faint flush of pride in hearing his lover correctly utilize vocabulary he'd learned from him. Ezra's hand moved to wrap around the one Vin had placed on his thigh earlier. He wove their fingers together, squeezing Vin's hand once. He wasn't angry, not really. More like he'd been caught off guard, a condition that he generally reacted badly to, his unease often being misread as hostility or umbrage.
"But you did not tell her it was me?" Ezra asked softly seeking clarification.
"No." Vin's answer was firm, blue eyes unwavering. "Wouldn't have been right. We agreed to do stuff like that together. Just told her that I'd have ta ask him first 'fore I told her any more. Never really got a chance ta talk to you... what with everythin' else that went on in town the last few days. Meant to, but it sort o' slipped my mind."
Ezra nodded his understanding. He didn't doubt Vin's honesty. The Texan truly was a lousy liar. And in some ways, Ezra mentally lumped Nettie in with Chris. She was a natural choice for his lover to speak to when seeking advice and guidance; someone the tracker trusted implicitly. So Ezra really wasn't upset that Vin had revealed, at least in part, their secret. He was more concerned with Nettie's reaction to finding out he was the man Vin had constructed the love knot for.
After their rocky start, he had made a lot of headway in the past year toward creating an amiable relationship with the homesteader. There was a lot of good-natured verbal sparring between them, but little real hostility anymore. Her recent request of his services to teach Casey a reflection of the fact they were on good terms. [But the question remains; Does she think me a suitable companion for Vin?]
Ezra's gaze shifted back to Nettie. The gambler wanted no misunderstanding; this was too important. Ezra steeled himself to ask the question he didn't really want the answer to, but needed just the same. [Best to be sure that I heard what Vin said correctly. Which is as good a place to start as any, I suppose. Courage, Ezra.]
"Vin said you had no objection to his being involved with a hypothetical male lover." He raised an eyebrow in askance. "Is this true?"
She cocked her head to one side, eyes studying them both. The old woman squared her shoulders, and finally fixing an intent look on Ezra. "Like I told Vin... I found out long 'fore either o' you were outta short pants that love comes in a lot of different forms. More important that you find someone who can stand with you, shoulder to shoulder, when everything is going from sugar ta shit, than finding someone the rest o' the world thinks is who yer supposed to be with."
She gave an unladylike snort, and waved one hand in a dismissive motion. "Like the rest o' the world has any business telling a body who he or she ought ta have soft feelings for. People love who they love. Never seemed ta matter a hill a beans whether they were supposed to feel that way or not."
She rolled her eyes, and huffed out an exasperated sigh. "Ain't nothing wrong with it if the person ya love jus' happens to be the same sex you are. Too much hardship in this world all ready to turn down a good thing when ya see it. Ya get a gift that precious from the Almighty," she pointed one finger emphatically at both of them, "and believe me, boys, that is just what love is... then you'd be fools not to take it."
She smirked, eyes twinkling. "And 'fore you ask, Ezra Standish... it don't bother me knowing it's you that Vin's with."
Ezra frowned, uncertain. "But you have already stated that I was not who you expected."
Nettie shrugged one shoulder, settling further into her chair. "I been wrong before, and 'spect I will be again." She shook her head. "Don't matter a tinker's damn what I think. What matters is you are his choice. And from the look o' things, he's yours."
"Most definitely."
"Well there ya go." Nettie stated as though Ezra had just proved her point, which he realized his unqualified statement probably had.
Uncharacteristically hesitant, Ezra asked, "You are not... disappointed... by his choice?"
"No. I am not disappointed." Nettie smiled softly. "Surprised maybe, but definitely not disappointed." For a moment, Ezra fancied he could read a certain genuine fondness for him in her eyes.
She pointed a finger at both of them again. "Mind you... I expect you to be good to one another. Treat each other with love, respect, dignity, and honesty." She shook her finger as she said each word, adding emphasis. "I'll tan yer hides if I find you doing otherwise."
There was no mistaking that she meant her words for both of them, something Ezra found surprising. [I would have expected her to admonish me to take care in how I treat Vin, but for her to admonish Vin... well, that I certainly did not anticipate. It would appear that Nettie has more in common with Buck than I realized. Neither was at all shocked by a romantic relationship between two men, or painted either of us as a villain with regard to treatment of the other. Amazing to think two people I would have otherwise thought of as having nothing in common should respond in such a similar fashion.]
"In the end," Nettie sighed softly, "all that really matters is that you're happy, and aren't hurting each other or anyone else."
Ezra was struck by how similar her statement was to the sentiment JD had voiced yesterday morning. [Perhaps he will do better with her as an in-law than I thought. Hah. He may well fare better than I in that area. Good lord. Somehow she is not quite what I pictured when I imagined a mother-in-law. But then, Vin isn't want I pictured as my life mate either... and I've no regrets with how that has turned out. No, definitely no regrets.]
"Anyone else know the two o' you are... ," Nettie paused for a moment as though seeking the right word. She grinned, suddenly looking years younger. "Guess for all intents and purposes the two o' you are married."
Ezra gave her a startled glance. He was surprised by her characterization and how it uncannily mirrored his own thoughts a moment ago when he'd mentally dubbed her his mother-in-law. [She may well be right in using 'married' to portray us. Perhaps without all the traditional ceremony and trappings, but committed to one another nonetheless. We have even exchanged tokens... albeit they were not rings, but still symbolic just the same. Married is a most apt interpretation of our relationship.]
Ezra smiled, and glanced toward Vin. His lover wore a grin to match Nettie's, unmistakably delighted with her description. Seeing his lover's expression, Ezra felt his spirits lift. It was heartening to see such an unaffected response that plainly indicated Vin felt the same way he did.
"Chris, Buck, Nathan, and JD know." Vin answered the question Nettie had begun to ask, but hadn't really finished. "And you. Makes five people who know."
She pursed her lips in thought. "You told me that you weren't telling people unless they asked... So, I'm guessing they put the pieces together, and asked ya then?"
"Yes, ma'am."
Her eyes narrowed. "They give you any grief?" Ezra got the impression she would be willing to confront even the formidable Larabee on their behalf. That was not something he'd ever expected. The moment felt almost surreal. He was having trouble shifting mental gears. [Focus Ezra. You have spent years being able to adapt to virtually anything instantaneously. This is no different.]
"Nothing we can't handle, Miz Nettie." Vin stated, calmly handling the question that so befuddled Ezra.
Nettie snorted. "That ain't the same as a no, boy."
Vin shrugged one shoulder, but didn't back down. "No, it ain't."
She frowned. "You want me to straighten out whichever one's being stupid?"
"No. No, Mrs. Welles that will not be necessary." Ezra was quick to field that question. He knew her offer was sincere, and while he found heartwarming, even gratifying, the gambler really didn't even want to contemplate how letting Nettie act on their behalf might affect things. [I'm sure it would prove to be an enlightening experience, but it simply wouldn't do to allow her to 'straighten' out any of our comrades. We asked all of them to keep our confidence, it would not be proper to allow anyone outside our troupe to interfere. Rather like what I've always heard about family. Squabbles are supposed to stay within the group, and should be handled internally whenever possible.]
"While we do appreciate your offer," Ezra dipped his head in a genteel bow, "as Mr. Tanner indicated, it is nothing we cannot handle."
Nettie studied him for a moment, eyes searching his, before she nodded slowly. "If that's how you want it. But, you let me know if anything changes. You ain't alone. You need help all you gotta do is ask. Ya hear me?"
"We hear ya, Ma'am."
Vin squeezed Ezra's hand once, signaling to the gambler it was better not to argue the point further and just accept the situation. Ezra squeezed back, letting Vin know he understood. He hadn't survived this long by not knowing how to pick his battles. And he was smart enough to realize Nettie made a better ally than enemy. [Lord, but I think she'd take on the Devil himself if she thought it were necessary.]
Nettie smiled warmly. "Good. That's settled then." She relaxed, settling once more comfortably back into her chair.
Ezra took a deep breath, and let it out slowly, regaining control of his wayward emotions, relieved that this hurdle seemed to have been cleared. He sincerely hoped the rest of the day went smoothly. He wasn't certain of his ability to withstand such a turbulent emotional tornado more than once a day. He was pleased to note his hand was steady when he reached for the cup of coffee Emily had placed in front of him.
"You might want ta take more care, Ezra." Nettie raised a hand to tap her chest in roughly the same spot where Ezra's love knot lay on his. "Wearing that pendant where other people can see it is likely ta raise an eyebrow or too. Might get people asking questions that you don't wanna answer."
"Ordinarily, good lady, it is hidden from view." Ezra smiled wryly, realizing that had he taken the same care this morning that he did most days, the previous five minutes were never have occurred. "But given the task we are to undertake today, I considered it prudent to forgo my usual attire."
Nettie quirked an eyebrow at him. "Thought all yer were gonna do was teach Casey. Can't see how that would get yer fancy duds dirty."
Ezra shrugged one shoulder. "It pays to be prepared for any eventuality."
Nettie chuckled. "That it does."
Emily reappeared with their breakfast orders. Ezra could tell by the set of her shoulders the young woman had braced herself to deal without an escalation of the tension she'd noticed earlier. When she relaxed minutely, he knew she had correctly read the situation finding that whatever was wrong earlier had apparently been settled. [Good girl.] She deftly placed their plates on the table, and checked the level of coffee in the pot before slipping away again.
Nettie watched with a motherly satisfaction as Vin started eating. She shook her head at the small meal Ezra had ordered. "Don't see how you expect ta do much only eating that little bit." Nettie gave him a firm look. "That ain't enough ta keep a bird going."
Ezra sighed silently as he carefully drizzled honey over his cornbread. While he was relieved to have the topic of conversation shift, Ezra wasn't sure this was the direction he wanted it to go in. [Wonderful. Yet another to critique my dietary habits. I can't remember anyone ever noticing before... now suddenly it seems everyone monitors my intake. Buck, Chris, Nathan... Vin is by far the most vigilant, if not the most vocal. Funny, but I don't really mind when he does it. From others it feels intrusive, judgmental, but from Vin, well, I know he is just concerned, that he cares.]
"It is all I require." Ezra kept his voice, and expression, serene.
"Nonsense." Nettie frowned. "Breakfast is the most important meal o' the day. Only way to get the day started right is with a good meal."
"Yes, well, my day usually begins a bit later than most." He pointed out with a smile. "I find a large meal at this time of day to be more than my appetite can withstand."
Her eyes narrowed studying him in a frank appraisal. "That mean you eat a good lunch then?"
"Usually."
"All right then." She nodded firmly. "I'll make sure there is some good fixings ready for you boys when it's lunch time."
Ezra was about to tell her that it wasn't necessary, but Vin kicked him lightly under the table. He sighed, resigned to losing this battle as well. "That would be most generous of you. Thank you."
Nettie smirked, obviously pleased that the matter had been settled to her satisfaction. "While we wait on the others ta show up... Why don't you fill me in what's been going on in town the past few days? Understand there was a bit of a dust up in the saloon."
The gambler knew Vin usually made a point of stopping to check on the old homesteader, and keep her abreast of what went on in town. He also knew that Vin hadn't been out to her ranch in the past few days. Ezra waved one hand in a graceful motion, inviting Vin to proceed, not wanting to intrude on what was something of a personal ritual between them.
Vin finished nibbling on the piece of bacon he'd been eating when Nettie made her request. "Well, ma'am that little scuffle started with... "
Ezra smiled, and settled into to just enjoy listening to the sound of his lover's voice. It was one of his secret pleasures, and he fully intended to enjoy it.