Part 3 ❄️
Nali’s hands shook as she read the note again.
“That’s Dalton’s hand.”
She pressed Joseph’s book to her chest.
“If I give them this, Joseph died for nothing. If I don’t…” Her voice broke. “They’ll hurt my sister.”
Jesse knelt in front of her.
“You won’t have to choose.”
He reached into his saddlebag and pulled out a second book.
It was the same worn leather, the same size, almost the same color.
“My own tally book. Dalton can’t read a word. He won’t know the difference.”
Nali stared at it.
“He can’t read. But Crow can. When Crow opens it, he’ll come for all of us.”
“By then, Tally’s safe,” Jesse said. “And Joseph’s book is on its way to the marshal.”
He took her cold hands in his.
“Trust me, Nali.”
She looked into his eyes for a long time.
“I do,” she whispered. “God help me, I do.”
At sundown, Frozen Creek glowed orange under the dying light.
Reese Dalton stood on the far bank. He held Tally by the arm. Her hands were tied.
Jesse stepped onto the ice with the fake book.
“Throw it onto the ice, Hollister. Slow. Then the girl walks over to you.”
“Let her walk first, Reese. Halfway. Then the book slides to you. That’s fair.”
Reese hesitated, then shoved Tally forward.
She stumbled across the ice toward Jesse.
Halfway across, she shouted:
“Jesse, don’t trust him! He told me Crow’s coming tonight with riders and fire!”
Reese’s face twisted.
He stepped onto the ice. “Give me that book!”
Jesse slid it across.
Reese snatched it up and flipped it open, squinting.
Then his face went dark.
“You think I’m a fool? Crow showed me Vigil’s writing once. This ain’t it.”
He drew his pistol.
“Nobody leaves.”
“Tally, RUN for the bank!”
Tally scrambled toward shore.
Reese charged forward across the ice.
CRACK.
The sound split the air like a gunshot.
Jesse froze.
“Reese. Stop. The ice is cracking under you. Don’t move.”
Reese looked down.
Thin white lines were spreading beneath his boots like a spiderweb.
“Oh God…”
CRACK.
The ice gave way.
Reese plunged into the black water up to his chest. His pistol vanished under the surface.
“HOLLISTER!” He clawed at the broken edge. “I can’t feel my legs! The current’s pulling me under! Help me, for God’s sake!”
Jesse dropped flat on his belly and crawled across the ice.
Nali screamed from the bank. “Jesse, no!”
He kept going.
He grabbed Reese’s collar with both hands.
“Don’t let go!” Reese gasped.
“I’m not leaving any man to drown,” Jesse grunted. “Not even you.”
He pulled with everything he had.
Inch by inch, he dragged Reese out of the water and back across the ice to the bank.
Reese lay in the snow, coughing and shaking violently.
He stared up at Jesse.
“You pulled me out. After I took the girl. Why would any man do that?”
Jesse knelt over him.
“Because I want you alive to tell a marshal who killed Joseph Vigil.” His voice was cold. “You were there.”
Reese’s teeth chattered. He looked away.
Then, finally, he broke.
“I was there. Crow ordered it. Said make it look like the horse threw him.”
A long silence.
“I did it.”
Nali made a sound like she’d been struck. Tally threw her arms around her. 😭
Jesse stood up fast.
“Crow’s riders are coming to the cabin tonight. Reese, you’re riding with us. Tied.”
He turned to Tally and pressed Joseph’s book into her hands.
“Take Dusty. Ride the lower trail to Cimarron. Bring Marshal Thorne.”
Tally’s eyes went wide. “Six miles in the dark?”
Then she lifted her chin.
“I walked forty in a blizzard. I’ll bring him back. I promise.”
Nali grabbed her sister’s face in both hands.
“Ride fast, Tally. Ride like Joseph taught you. Don’t look back. Whatever you hear.”
Tally kicked Dusty into a gallop and disappeared into the night.
By the time Jesse and Nali reached the cabin, torches were already glowing through the trees.
Six riders.
At the front, sitting tall on a black horse, was Silas Crow.
“Jesse!” he called out warmly. “Come on out, son. Let’s talk like reasonable men before anything has to burn.”
Jesse stepped out into the torchlight. Nali stood behind him in the doorway.
“I’m out, Mr. Crow. But nothing’s burning tonight. Not this cabin. Not these women.”
Crow smiled.
“Give me the book and the widow, and you’re my foreman by spring. Two hundred a month.”
“Two hundred a month,” Jesse said, “while her people eat bark? You used my counts to starve them.”
Crow’s smile thinned.
“Nobody in this territory will believe an Apache widow over Silas Crow. Nobody, son.”
Nali stepped forward.
“They won’t need to believe me, Mr. Crow.” She pointed to the tied man slumped on the horse behind Jesse. “They will believe your own man.”
Crow’s eyes landed on Reese, soaking wet and shivering.
For the first time, Silas Crow looked afraid.
One of his riders lifted a torch toward the cabin roof.
Jesse raised his rifle.
“If that torch touches my roof, he’s the first man down. And Mr. Crow, drop that pistol.”
Nobody moved.
The torches crackled.
Then hoofbeats thundered out of the darkness.
“U.S. MARSHAL!”
A dozen riders burst through the trees, rifles raised. At the front rode a gray-mustached lawman with a badge on his coat.
And beside him, on Dusty, was Tally.
“Silas Crow, drop that pistol! Every one of you, hands where I can see them!”
Crow’s men dropped their torches into the snow one by one.
Crow’s pistol fell last. 🤠
Tally jumped off Dusty, breathless.
“I met the marshal on the lower trail. He was already riding up here!” She grinned through her tears. “Joseph wrote to him too. Before he died.”
Marshal Thorne snapped iron cuffs on Crow’s wrists.
Crow glared at Jesse.
“I gave you everything, Hollister. A horse. A job. A name. And this is my thanks?”
Jesse looked him dead in the eye.
“You gave me a job, Mr. Crow. My name, you only borrowed.”
He took a breath.
“Tonight, I took it back.” 💪
Marshal Thorne flipped through Joseph’s book by torchlight. His face hardened.
He turned to Nali and touched his hat.
“Ma’am, this book will feed your people. The army will see every head of cattle it paid for. Every last one.”
Nali’s eyes filled with tears.
“Then Joseph did not die for nothing.” Her voice shook. “He fed his people after all.”
She looked up at the stars.
“Thank you, Marshal.”
Thorne glanced at Jesse.
“Gonna need a new man to count those herds. An honest one. You thought about what’s next, son?”
Jesse’s eyes drifted to Nali.
“Haven’t thought that far yet. But I know exactly who I’d like to ask first.”
Spring came slowly.
The snow melted off the ridges, and the creeks ran loud and full.
One morning, Nali found Jesse saddling Dusty outside the cabin.
“Tally and I go home to our people in the valley soon,” she said quietly. “The snow is melting.”
Jesse tightened the cinch. He didn’t look at her.
“Then let me ride with you.”
Nali blinked.
“I’m good with horses,” he said, faster now. “And I’ll learn whatever else I need to.”
She stared at him.
“You want to come with an Apache widow and her loud sister? With nothing promised?”
Jesse finally turned to her.
“I want to come with you, Nali.”
He swallowed.
“You found me freezing too. I just didn’t know it.” 💔➡️❤️
Nali’s eyes filled.
For a long moment, she couldn’t speak.
Then she smiled, the first real, unguarded smile he’d ever seen on her face.
“Then come, Jesse Hollister.”
She stepped closer.
“And I will finally teach you how to make proper coffee.”
From behind the cabin came a shriek.
“FINALLY!” Tally ran around the corner, beaming. “I waited three weeks for this!”
She pointed at Jesse.
“He’s family now. So he does the dishes.”
Jesse laughed. Nali laughed.
And for the first time in a very long time, the laughter sounded like home.
Three days later, they rode south together through the melting snow.
Jesse glanced back at the sisters riding behind him.
“Looks like the storm’s finally behind us,” he said. “Everybody warm enough?”
Nali rode up beside him and slipped her hand into his.
“For the first time in a long time,” she said softly, “yes.” 🌄
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