Instead, after a moment Lundy grunted and said, “I guess that’s three less shares we’ll have to take out of the gold.”
Palmer gave him a curt nod. “That’s the best way to look at it, all right.”
Lundy didn’t rein in, but he turned halfway around in the saddle to look at Joseph. “Speakin’ of gold, where are those friends of yours? I’d like to get this over with.”
“They should be along soon,” Joseph said, hoping that nothing had happened to Anton and the other members of the group.
The plan had been that Anton and the others would keep the gold with them while Joseph and Charlotte met the men who were bringing the guns across the border and would examine the merchandise. When Joseph was satisfied that the guns were what they had been promised, he would signal Anton and they would rendezvous to make the payment and take delivery of the Gatlings.
A short time after riding away from the canyon, Joseph had given the signaclass="underline" three quick shots, a pause, then two more shots. Anton should have been alert for it. He had to know that something was going on. The noise of the Gatling gun had been so loud it seemed to Joseph that it could have been heard as far away as Calgary.
Anton Mirabeau was a cautious man, though. That was why he had been entrusted with the safekeeping of the gold. He was probably watching them right now, Joseph thought, waiting to make sure that everything was all right before he showed up with the payoff.
Joseph hoped that was the case, because Lundy was getting impatient. He had seen with his own eyes how ruthless the American could be, and he was worried about what might happen to him and Charlotte if everything didn’t go as planned. Lundy might seek vengeance if he didn’t get his hands on that gold soon.
“Who do you reckon was in that canyon with the old man?” Lundy asked Palmer, putting aside the matter of the gold for the moment.
Palmer shook his head. “I don’t know for sure. The last time I saw Stevens before I ran into him in Powderkeg Bay was over in Skagway, and then he was hanging around with a fella named Morgan. I don’t know if the two of them are still pards or not.”
“Not Frank Morgan, I hope,” Lundy said.
“Well … yeah.”
That was enough to make Lundy haul back on his reins and bring his horse to a stop. He turned angrily toward Palmer and demanded, “Frank Morgan the gunfighter? The one they call the Drifter?”
Palmer looked distinctly uncomfortable as he nodded and said, “Yeah, that’s him.”
“You loco son of a bitch!” Lundy burst out. “Frank Morgan’s one of the most dangerous men west of the Mississippi. Don’t you think it might’ve been a good idea to tell us exactly who we were goin’ up against?”
“I don’t know for sure that Morgan is still traveling with the old man,” Palmer argued. “Morgan wasn’t with him in that saloon in Powderkeg Bay.”
“That doesn’t mean he wasn’t somewhere close by.”
Palmer shrugged and tried to sound unconcerned as he said, “Frank Morgan’ll die just as quick as any other man if he goes up against one of those Gatling guns.”
“Maybe, maybe not. If he was back there in that canyon with Stevens, he’s probably still alive.” Lundy swore. “I never bargained on having Frank Morgan on my trail.”
“Don’t worry about it,” Palmer said. “Pretty soon you’ll have the gold those half-breeds promised you, and you can get out of this part of the country.”
Joseph felt a surge of anger at the contemptuous way Palmer referred to him and his people, including his sister. But he suppressed the urge to say something. There was already enough tension in the air without adding to it.
“Jericho and me had a pretty good setup in Calgary,” Lundy said with a frown. “I’m not sure I want to leave it behind just like that.”
“You’ll be rich enough to go wherever you want,” Palmer argued. “Hell, the two of us could go back to Chicago. We’d be big men there now, Owen. We’d be running all the gangs on the south side within a year.”
Lundy didn’t look convinced of that at all. He said, “We’ll see. First we’ve got to get our hands on that gold we’ve been promised.”
He turned in the saddle again to give Joseph a hard, meaningful look.
“The gold is coming,” Joseph said. He lifted a hand to point at the riders he had just spotted emerging from a thick growth of trees up ahead. “There.”
Beside him, Charlotte said excitedly, “It is Anton and the others.”
It was accepted by many who knew them that Charlotte and Anton would be married someday. Joseph wasn’t so certain that was a good idea. Anton Mirabeau was a good man to have as an ally, brave and devoted to the Métis cause, but he was also reckless and could be brutal at times. Joseph wasn’t sure he wanted his sister to be married to a man like that.
Charlotte had a mind of her own, though, and a stubborn streak a mile wide. Joseph was content to bide his time, hoping that eventually Charlotte would come to realize Anton wasn’t the right man for her.
Since the party led by Lundy and Palmer had already halted, they waited where they were and let Mirabeau and the others come to them. Joseph counted the riders and realized with a shock that one man was missing. Joseph hoped the man was just out scouting and that nothing had happened to him.
Mirabeau and the others reined in when they were about twenty yards away. The big, black-bearded man raised a hand in greeting and smiled.
“Joseph! Charlotte! It is good to see you again. You are all right?”
Joseph nodded. “We’re fine, Anton. You heard our signal?”
“Yes. We heard what sounded like a little war, too. What happened?”
Lundy said, “We were just demonstrating the Gatling guns for your friends.”
“Burning up ammunition that we will be paying for,” Mirabeau said with a frown.
“You’re still getting a damned good deal,” Lundy snapped.
“Perhaps in light of these developments, the deal should be changed,” Mirabeau suggested.
Joseph stiffened with worry. This was just like Anton, he thought, going off on some wild tangent that would just wind up causing trouble.
Lundy didn’t like it, either. Joseph could tell that from the way the outlaw straightened in the saddle and moved his hand slightly toward the butt of the gun on his hip.
The Métis outnumbered the Americans, six to five. Eight to five if he and Charlotte were counted, Joseph thought.
But Lundy, Palmer, and the other men were all hardened criminals, well-versed in the art of killing. Mirabeau might succeed in refusing to hand over the gold and take the Gatling guns anyway, but it would be at a high cost in human life. In fact, they might all die, which would do nothing to help the cause.
“Anton,” Joseph said sharply. “There will be no change in our arrangements with these men. Mr. Lundy has kept his part of the bargain, and we will keep ours.”
Mirabeau frowned at him. He didn’t like being spoken to that way, and Joseph knew it. Joseph felt that he had no choice but to put a stop to this trouble before it blew up into violence.
After a moment, Mirabeau shrugged brawny shoulders and said sullenly, “Fine. If you want to pay for bullets that have already been fired, it’s your decision, Joseph. You’re our leader, after all. You’re the educated one.”
The scorn in Mirabeau’s voice was plain for all of them to hear, including Charlotte. Anger and resentment burned inside Joseph, but he forced it down. More important things than his pride were at stake here.
“If your men will open the other crates, Mr. Lundy,” he said, “we will unload the gold.”
“You don’t trust us that those other crates have Gatling guns in them?” Lundy asked with a tight, humorless smile.
“As much as you trust us that we brought the right amount of gold,” Joseph said.
Lundy grunted. “Fair enough.” He gestured toward the pack mules. “Break ‘em out, boys.”