Overland Stage
By Paul Lederer
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Eleanor Gates is a long way from Baltimore. Love for a cavalry lieutenant has lured her across the western plains, to an outpost so remote that it can only be reached by overland stage. Accompanying her on this dusty, uncomfortable journey is her aged aunt, a leering salesman, and a mysterious stranger named Riley. As dusk falls, Eleanor spies a dust cloud on the horizon—a band of comancheros come to rob the stage, and kill its passengers. Riley’s quick shooting wards off the bandits, but the driver is fatally wounded. It’s up to him to get them to safety, but he’s not sure he wants to take them there.
His real name is Cameron Black, a notorious outlaw who will hang if he sets foot inside an army fort. But there are women in danger, wounded to think of, and the comancheros will strike again soon. There’s no way to go but forward.
Paul Lederer
Paul Lederer spent much of his childhood and young adult life in Texas. He worked for years in Asia and the Middle East for a military intelligence arm. Under his own name, he is best known for Tecumseh and the Indian Heritage Series, which focuses on American Indian life. He believes that the finest Westerns reflect ordinary people caught in unusual and dangerous circumstances, trying their best to act with honor.
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Overland Stage - Paul Lederer
ONE
The stagecoach was traveling west out of Fort Lyon on the Arkansas River. Its evening destination was Calico, twenty miles ahead, which meant twenty miles from nowhere. Red dust plumed and twisted behind the coach, marking its passage. The springs of the old Concord coach creaked and swayed, shifting the passengers from side to side as it cut over the ruts and bare stones along the roadway.
To the north the sky was dotted with patchy gathering clouds, appearing like cauliflower segments. They were brilliant white where the shimmering sun touched them at their crowns, a menacing black underneath. The sky itself was clear, cold, uncertain in its mood.
The dust was what tormented the travelers. The young woman in the blue dress, small blue hat tilted on her head, held a handkerchief to her face as her dry eyes surveyed the empty distances. Distant mesas with a fringe of gray-green sage on their rimrock drifted slowly past. A red spire of sandstone jutted toward the lowering sky, but Eleanor Gates had seen not a single tree for the last five hours. The land, so different from her native Maryland, seemed limitless, dead and as alien as the moon, as it was to the Baltimore-bred girl. This all seemed a mad adventure, certainly ill-advised, as her father had repeatedly told her. But she was in love with a young lieutenant stationed farther ahead – years ahead – across these interminable distances, and she had vowed to follow him West.
Beside Eleanor sat her Aunt Mae, her reluctant chaperon. Poor Aunt Mae, suffering from the dust, the blast-furnace heat, the lack of sleep. It was, they had discovered, impossible to sleep on an overland stage. It jolts and jumps and sends a quiver along your spine. You rock and weave, nudge shoulders with your fellow passengers, listen to the driver curse the day and his fine four-horse team of matched bays, listen to the crack of his whip as he lashes them into a frothing frenzy to maintain his schedule across the glowering red-rock vista.
Aunt Mae had gathered herself to speak when a new insult hurled her across the coach into the lap of Axel Popejoy, a traveling salesman. The driver had slammed on the coach’s brakes and the coach slewed to one side, tilted ominously and was dragged to a halt inside a fresh storm of roiling dust.
Eleanor poked her head fearfully out the window to see what had happened, wary of Indians or bandits – who could know out on this endless wasteland? What she saw was a tall man standing beside the stage trail, a beat-up saddle in one hand, Winchester rifle in the other.
‘Trouble?’ the driver called down to the stranger.
‘Lost my pony. Guess you could call that trouble out here.’
‘I guess you could,’ the driver agreed. ‘Indians?’
‘No, it stepped in a squirrel hole and broke its leg! Amounts to the same thing. Appreciate you stopping.’ Eleanor saw the tall man grin. ‘I don’t seem to have a ticket with me.’
‘We’ll settle that later. I’ll not see a man afoot on this desert. Toss your saddle up top and climb in.’
‘Thanks, friend.’
Eleanor saw the stranger approach the cab, hook his saddle on top of the stage in one easy motion, open the door and clamber in to seat himself opposite her.
‘The name’s Riley,’ he said with a nod to the two women. The older one, heavy in form, pale with the heat and apparently fearful, nodded back to him. The younger one, the girl with the dark eyes, just peered at him over the lace handkerchief she kept pressed to her face.
Riley, the new man, settled back in his seat, his Winchester held upright between his knees. The driver cracked his whip again and the team jerked the stage onward.
‘Axel Popejoy,’ the drummer beside Riley said, extending a pudgy hand. He wore a derby hat over barbered hair, a swept-up mustache and a professional salesman’s unfailing toothy smile.
‘I’m heading for Fort Wingate myself,’ Axel said effusively. ‘How ’bout yourself.’
‘Well,’ Riley said with a thin smile, ‘I was heading the opposite direction myself, but when you got no way to get anywhere at all, any direction will do.’
‘My niece is also headed to Fort Wingate,’ the older woman said with unexpected eagerness. ‘She is engaged to a Lieutenant McMahon. Maybe you know him?’
‘No, ma’am,’ the stranger said. ‘I’m afraid not. My work doesn’t take me around the army outposts.’
‘I see.’ The woman seemed vaguely disappointed. Riley thought that perhaps she just wanted reassurance that such a place actually existed.
‘I’m sure he’s a fine man,’ Riley said, glancing at Eleanor Gates and their eyes met briefly, ‘for you to have traveled so far to meet him.’ She seemed to blush behind her handkerchief as he watched her. Quickly she looked out the window to study the long desert.
There was one other man crowded into the jittering, jolting coach, a man called Bell. He wore spectacles which he seemed to hunch behind. He wore a badly tailored black suit and a string tie. He had introduced himself at the start of the journey and thereafter fallen into an unbroken silence. He and the stranger sat flanking Axel Popejoy across from the two women. Bell did not bother to speak now, nor did Riley trouble himself to seek an introduction.
All strange, it seemed to the young woman. But then Eleanor Gates had been told by Lyle McMahon that she might witness much that seemed odd to her in the West. Perhaps these two were not accustomed to and did not wish to be bothered with civilities. It was not her concern after all. She only wanted to find Lyle and be with him as his wife.
The young army lieutenant in his dress uniform had charmed her with his manners and physical grace. On leave from the Western army, he had been visiting relatives in Maryland. These people, distant cousins of Eleanor herself, had brought Lt McMahon along to her ball. The two had danced and talked until nearly dawn and by then she was completely in love with Lyle McMahon.
‘I’ll be leaving within a few days, Eleanor,’ he had said, as they sat on a bench in the rose garden with dawn flushing the sky. ‘Will you come with me?’
‘I can’t, not so soon,’ she said, frantic at the thought of losing him.
‘Then will you follow me? When you can?’ She had nodded in response, and the agreement had been sealed with a lingering kiss.
She had been full of questions: where would they live? What was it like out on the frontier? Were there still wild Indians around?
‘I couldn’t have taken leave if there were an immediate threat from the Indians,’ McMahon had assured her. ‘General Crook has pretty much driven the Jicarilla across the border into Mexico, although there are a few holdouts in the White Mountains. You will be perfectly safe, I assure you. Else,’ he added intently, ‘I would never dare ask you to undertake such a journey.’
The trip had begun cheerfully. She and Aunt Mae had taken the railroad West. But soon the farms became sparser, the towns spaced farther and farther apart. The land grew flatter and more barren. And then the railroad itself reached its western terminus and now, for the third day they had been riding in misery across the arid wasteland of the American desert. She had to hold Lt McMahon and the fading memory of his last kiss in her mind constantly to give her the strength to continue. Besides, there was no turning back, not now.
‘We’ll trade horses at Calico,’ the drummer, Axel Popejoy said, leaning forward. The little man enjoyed being an expert on every facet of the trip. ‘We’ll spend the night at the way-station there, so that the driver can get his rest and we can eat! Then it’s no more than a day and half to Fort Wingate. Day after tomorrow you’ll be planning for dinner with your young officer.’
Eleanor had learned to mistrust half of what the drummer told them, but she clung to this reassuring statement, looking out once more at the unbroken land where only lonely stands of mesquite and clumps of gray creosote bushes grew.
The man to the salesman’s right, Mr Bell, stretched his arms overhead, peered up briefly from behind his spectacles, folded his arms and went off to sleep again.
‘I envy him!’ Aunt Mae whispered. ‘How can he sleep?’
‘Long practice, I imagine,’ Popejoy said. He had removed his hat and was mopping at his perspiration-beaded forehead. Then he spoke to the stranger, Riley, on his left who had