Authors: Jeffry S.Hepple
Jack started toward her with his arms out but pulled up short. “Dear God. What happened to your face?”
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It isn’t as bad as it looks.”
He started to touch the bruise on her cheek but immediately thought better of it. “What happened?”
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I fell down the stairs.”
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What stairs?” He pointed toward the hall. “These stairs? The carpeted staircase to the lobby?”
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No, the back stairs. They’re steep and unpadded.”
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The service stairs?”
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Yes. At the back of the hotel.”
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Why were you using the service stairs?”
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It was just a silly impulse. A whim. I walked out of the suite, saw the stairs and took them.”
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Have you seen a doctor?”
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I don’t need a doctor, Jack. In a few days the bruises will be just a memory.”
He shook his head. “No, Clementine. I insist that you see a doctor. You might have a concussion or your skull may be fractured.”
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I don’t want to waste any of the too little time that we have together visiting a doctor.”
He touched her swollen lower lip gently with his index finger. “Does that hurt?”
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Yes.”
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Damn. I’ve been dreaming of kissing your lips.”
Her eyes sparkled mischievously. “Do you think you’re up to what that might start?”
He pulled her against him. “How’s that for an answer?”
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Wonderful,” she said breathlessly.
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I have news,” Jack whispered into Clementine’s ear. He stroked her bare thigh and kissed her neck.
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You’re pregnant?” she said.
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What?” He drew back to look at Clementine’s face.
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It was a joke.”
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So you’re not – that.”
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Pregnant? No. I’m not. And it isn’t a dirty word.”
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For a moment there I thought…”
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What’s your news?” she asked.
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What?”
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You said that you had news.”
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Oh.” Jack shook his head as if to clear cobwebs. “Yes. Well, it seems that I’ve been appointed Military Governor of California.”
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That’s wonderful, Jack. Can we start looking for a house right away?”
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A house?”
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Surely Military Governor is a more stable position than a brigade commander so – do you think we could buy a house?” she begged.
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Yes, I suppose we could.”
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Can we start looking this weekend?”
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I’m sorry, Dearest, but I must be in San Diego this weekend.”
Clementine turned on her side with her back to him.
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Now don’t do that.”
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You just got here and now you’re off again.”
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Instead of buying a house, let’s build one.”
She rolled onto her back and looked at him. “Build? You mean with an architect and everything like rich people do?”
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Yes. That’s exactly what I mean. Working with the architect and looking for a building site and furnishings would give you something to occupy your time when I’m away.”
She started to argue but then sat up. “Maybe.”
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Maybe what?”
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Maybe you can find an architect who works nights.” She turned to look at him. “It’s the nights that trouble me. I can cope with you being gone in the daytime but the nights are a horror.”
He laughed. “Finding a building site at night might prove difficult.”
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Just let me pick the architect and I’ll work out his hours with him.”
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Very well. I’ll open a bank account for you.”
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Perfect.”
June 21, 1851
San Francisco, California
C
lementine slid off her saddle to the ground and led her horse toward the nearly completed house. “Oh look. They put the windows in. See how they catch the sunset?” She turned to look up at the young man who was mounted on the other horse. “It’s beautiful, Kevin. Even more beautiful than your drawings.”
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Not as beautiful as you.” He dismounted, tied both horses to a tree, then took Clementine’s hand and led her onto the freshly painted front porch. “Will you look at that view?” He waved his hand at the broad panorama of San Francisco Bay with Oakland hovering in the distant mist. “Someday this will be the most valuable parcel of land in Northern California.”
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Tell that to Jack. He finds something new to complain about every time he comes up here.”
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What now?”
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Water. He says that we built above the city’s storage tanks.”
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He’s right. But people had wells before city water was available and your well produces sweet water.”
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Come now, Kevin. You must admit that having a pump in our kitchen and bathroom does seem a bit primitive for San Francisco in the year eighteen and fifty-one.”
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They’re only temporary. Once I have the steam engine installed you’ll have all the water you need, both hot and cold.”
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I wish we had some hot water right now. I’d love a bath.”
He put his arms around her. “I wish it was
our
kitchen and
our
bathroom.”
She pulled away from his embrace. “We’ve discussed that over and over again. I love you but I’ll never divorce Jack.”
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You wouldn’t say that if you really loved me.”
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I really love you, Kevin. But I love Jack more. I don’t know if I could live without him.”
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You love him but you fuck me.”
She slapped him across the face so hard that it staggered him. “Don’t you dare take that tone or use that filthy word with me.”
He put his hand to his face. “In a few weeks the house will be finished and I’ll never see you again.”
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Nonsense. The house being finished changes nothing. Except that instead of making love on a blanket spread over some uncomfortable, unfinished floor we’ll be making love in a nice, soft bed.”
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In your husband’s nice, soft bed.”
She looked toward the setting sun. “Can we stay up here tonight?”
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No,” he said petulantly. “There’s a roofing crew scheduled for the first thing in the morning.”
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If we get up very early they won’t know that we were here all night.”
He shrugged. “All right. But you know that everyone already suspects.”
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Everyone as in carpenters, stonemasons, plumbers and bricklayers?”
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Yes. People that I work with every day.”
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If they knew for a fact that we were sleeping together would it hurt or enhance your reputation?”
He chuckled. “Point well taken.”
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Let’s get a campfire started before it’s too dark to see.”
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You do that and I’ll unsaddle the horses.”
December 24, 1851
San Francisco, California
T
here was a Christmas tree in the living room and the house was decorated with mistletoe and boughs of holly. Every room was filled with revelers from San Francisco’s high society. Jack walked out onto the porch, closed the door and looked up at the stars above the Bay.
The door opened and closed behind him. “Merry Christmas, Colonel Van Buskirk. Do you want to see me?”
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No, Kevin, I don’t,” Jack said without turning around. “That’s why I asked you to step outside. I never want to see you again. If I do, I’ll spill your guts, fill your corpse with stones and sink it out there in the Bay where it’ll never be found.”
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Now wait. I’m not – that is, I haven’t – I mean…”
Jack turned toward the younger man. “Your life depends upon the decision you make in the next few seconds.”
Kevin’s Adam’s apple bobbed. “I understand.” He looked through the window at Clementine, then nodded. “Well, good night then.”
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I think you mean good bye.” Jack patted his pockets, found a broken cigar and a match.
Kevin hurried down the porch steps and vanished into the darkness.
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Here you are.” Clementine stepped onto the porch and closed the door behind her. “I thought I saw Kevin out here with you.”
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I just sent him away and told him I’d kill him if I ever saw him again.”
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You did what?” she gasped.
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You heard me.” The match flared and Clementine saw his eyes.
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You’ve lost your mind,” she said flatly.
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On the contrary. I’ve come to my senses. I know that you’ve been having an affair with Kevin. Don’t deny it.”
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An affair?” She rolled her eyes. “It was just a little meaningless flirtation, Jack. You were gone. Kevin and I were alone. Nothing really happened.”
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I didn’t ask for an explanation. I only wanted to inform you of what just transpired.”
She walked to the porch rail to stand beside him. “You wouldn’t really kill Kevin, would you?”
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Absolutely. If he doesn’t leave San Francisco tonight he’ll be dead before the new year.”
She looked up at him. “I think you’re telling the truth.”
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Somebody in this family has to.”
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I don’t deserve that.”
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I’m not in the mood to discuss what you deserve, Clem. Not now or ever. The subject is closed. Kevin will find a new life somewhere, or he’s a dead man.”
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Damn you, Jack,” she said angrily. “Kevin and I traded a few kisses in the moonlight. It was wrong, but it’s certainly no justification for murder. I really do think that you’ve lost your mind.”
He watched her face but didn’t answer.
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What happened between Kevin and me was never about you,” she continued in a more rational tone. “I got a little girlish and silly around a handsome young man. I teased him some, and I let him kiss me, but I never let him go any further. Never. I wouldn’t even let him feel my titties.”
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That’s comforting.” Jack turned away.
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Don’t turn your back on me, you cold-hearted bastard.”
He turned back to face her. “Cold-hearted? You can’t blame your infidelity on me, Clementine.”
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Infidelity?” She shook her head. “Grow up, Jack. This is 1851.” She pointed toward the house. “Before the night’s over five or six of your high society guests will steal a kiss from me or pinch me on the bottom. Are you going to shoot them all?”
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What?” he stammered.
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You’re a New England prude and you’re making something that’s commonplace and innocent into a scandal.” She shook her head sadly. “If Kevin goes to the police you’ll be arrested and the Army career that you love, more than you love me, will be over.”
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I don’t… Arrested?”
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Of course.” She pointed a finger at him. “And when the police come, don’t expect me lie for you. I’ll tell them the truth; that I never had sex with Kevin. You can’t go around threatening to kill people. This isn’t the Army or Victorian England.” She stalked back into the house and slammed the door, leaving him out in the cold.
December 26, 1851
San Francisco, California
K
evin smelled of sweat, vomit and whisky. “I don’t care if he kills me, Clementine. I can’t live without you.” He pawed at her and tried to push his way into the house.
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No.” She shoved him out the door with both hands against his chest. “Get away from here. I never want to see you again.”