Ride the River (1983) by Louis - Sackett's 05 L'amour Page A
Authors: Louis - Sackett's 05 L'amour
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he jostled the papers together until the ends squared, then placed them to one side.
Dorian Chantry was a tall, athletic young man, not unlike he himself at that age, although, Finian admitted, Dorian was a bit broader in the shoulders and somewhat more muscular than he himself had been.
"I have a mission for you."
"A mission? Or do you mean a job?" Dorian revealed even white teeth in a flashing smile.
"A mission. Did you happen to see the young lady who was with me last night at supper?"
"Everybody else was paying attention. It seemed to me she could do without mine."
"Then you would not recognize her if you saw her?"
"I would not."
"She left town this morning carrying something over three thousand dollars and a gem in a small iron box just about three inches by two. I am worried about her."
Dorian Chantry drew back a chair and sat down. "Uncle," he said, "I have promised Frances that I would - "
"Send her a note explaining you have been called away on business. She will understand."
"Me? Called away on business? She will not understand. When have I ever let business interfere with pleasure?"
Finian Chantry's eyes chilled. "If you do not wish to write the note, then do not do so. But I shall expect you to be riding west within the hour to overtake the stage for Pittsburgh.
"I wish you to see that the young lady in question, Echo Sackett by name, arrives safely at her home somewhere in the mountains east of Tuckalucky Cove, Tennessee.
"You are twenty years old, and - "
"At that age you were master of your own vessel. I know. You have told me the story a number of times since I was a child. Now - "
"If you are not in the saddle headed for Pittsburgh within the hour, and if the young lady in question does not arrive safely home, you may expect your allowance to be trimmed to six dollars per week."
Dorian started to speak, then looked again at his uncle. Finian Chantry, in this mood, was no one to argue with. "Six dollars a week? I would starve!"
"Many a good job pays no more than that. No, you would not starve, but you would have to find a job. You would have to go to work, which would be the best thing in the world for you."
Dorian Chantry studied the backs of his hands. Echo Sackett ... He had heard the Sackett story often enough to know what it meant to Uncle Finian, and what it had meant to his father as well.
"Where is she going from Pittsburgh? I mean, how will she go? By steamboat? By stage? How? And where is Tuckalucky Cove? Is there such a place?"
"The Sacketts are backwoods people, mountain people. They have always preferred wild country. There's a town called Knoxville - "
"I've heard of it."
"Tuckalucky Cove is somewhere east of there, but whatever happens will probably happen before she reaches her mountains."
"Happens? You expect trouble?"
"Why else would I send you? And you had best take a brace of pistols and your rifle." Before Dorian could interrupt, he added, "Have you ever heard of Felix Horst?"
"His was one of the trials I attended when I first began studying for the law. Of course I remember him."
"I have reason to believe he is one of those who will attempt to rob Miss Sackett." Briefly then he explained about White and Horst, the will and the visit to White's office. Then he added, "Do not take this lightly. Horst is a first-class fighting man and he will kill without a qualm. I suspect others are involved."
Finian Chantry reached into his desk drawer and drew out a small sack of coins and tossed them on the desk. "Take that, for expenses. And you will find Archie waiting in the outer office."
"Archie? You mean the waiter from the club?"
"The same, Archie will go with you, but not as a servant, as a companion. He is a good horseman, and he's not a man to trifle with. I'd rather have him ride with you than anyone else I know. He went with me to the Dutchman's the other night."
Dorian stared. "You? At the Dutchman's? At your age?"
Finian Chantry smiled. "At my age. And I
Dorian Chantry was a tall, athletic young man, not unlike he himself at that age, although, Finian admitted, Dorian was a bit broader in the shoulders and somewhat more muscular than he himself had been.
"I have a mission for you."
"A mission? Or do you mean a job?" Dorian revealed even white teeth in a flashing smile.
"A mission. Did you happen to see the young lady who was with me last night at supper?"
"Everybody else was paying attention. It seemed to me she could do without mine."
"Then you would not recognize her if you saw her?"
"I would not."
"She left town this morning carrying something over three thousand dollars and a gem in a small iron box just about three inches by two. I am worried about her."
Dorian Chantry drew back a chair and sat down. "Uncle," he said, "I have promised Frances that I would - "
"Send her a note explaining you have been called away on business. She will understand."
"Me? Called away on business? She will not understand. When have I ever let business interfere with pleasure?"
Finian Chantry's eyes chilled. "If you do not wish to write the note, then do not do so. But I shall expect you to be riding west within the hour to overtake the stage for Pittsburgh.
"I wish you to see that the young lady in question, Echo Sackett by name, arrives safely at her home somewhere in the mountains east of Tuckalucky Cove, Tennessee.
"You are twenty years old, and - "
"At that age you were master of your own vessel. I know. You have told me the story a number of times since I was a child. Now - "
"If you are not in the saddle headed for Pittsburgh within the hour, and if the young lady in question does not arrive safely home, you may expect your allowance to be trimmed to six dollars per week."
Dorian started to speak, then looked again at his uncle. Finian Chantry, in this mood, was no one to argue with. "Six dollars a week? I would starve!"
"Many a good job pays no more than that. No, you would not starve, but you would have to find a job. You would have to go to work, which would be the best thing in the world for you."
Dorian Chantry studied the backs of his hands. Echo Sackett ... He had heard the Sackett story often enough to know what it meant to Uncle Finian, and what it had meant to his father as well.
"Where is she going from Pittsburgh? I mean, how will she go? By steamboat? By stage? How? And where is Tuckalucky Cove? Is there such a place?"
"The Sacketts are backwoods people, mountain people. They have always preferred wild country. There's a town called Knoxville - "
"I've heard of it."
"Tuckalucky Cove is somewhere east of there, but whatever happens will probably happen before she reaches her mountains."
"Happens? You expect trouble?"
"Why else would I send you? And you had best take a brace of pistols and your rifle." Before Dorian could interrupt, he added, "Have you ever heard of Felix Horst?"
"His was one of the trials I attended when I first began studying for the law. Of course I remember him."
"I have reason to believe he is one of those who will attempt to rob Miss Sackett." Briefly then he explained about White and Horst, the will and the visit to White's office. Then he added, "Do not take this lightly. Horst is a first-class fighting man and he will kill without a qualm. I suspect others are involved."
Finian Chantry reached into his desk drawer and drew out a small sack of coins and tossed them on the desk. "Take that, for expenses. And you will find Archie waiting in the outer office."
"Archie? You mean the waiter from the club?"
"The same, Archie will go with you, but not as a servant, as a companion. He is a good horseman, and he's not a man to trifle with. I'd rather have him ride with you than anyone else I know. He went with me to the Dutchman's the other night."
Dorian stared. "You? At the Dutchman's? At your age?"
Finian Chantry smiled. "At my age. And I
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