Longarm 422 - Longarm and the Star Saloon by Tabor Evans

Author:Tabor Evans [Tabor Evans]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Penguin Group, USA
Published: 2013-12-31T06:00:00+00:00

Chapter 29

Longarm had not thought to rent a post office box. Perhaps he should have. It would have made things much more convenient for the local shakedown artists. Instead they—represented presumably by one of Ira Collins’s henchmen—left an envelope with his name on it at the front desk of the Pickering Hotel.

“Message for you, Mr. Long,” the pimple-faced kid on the desk called when he came in a week or so after his dinner with Iris.

“Thanks, Jersey.” For some reason the young fellow loved it when someone referred to him as the Jersey Kid. Longarm supposed the nickname made the youngster feel adventuresome. It did not make anyone else think the boy was dangerous.

He carried the message upstairs to read in private. After making sure the room door was locked, he lighted his lamp and turned the wick up high. Then he examined the thing as best he could.

It was the same sort of cheap envelope that Helen had showed him, one of those that had contained threats to her girls.

The message inside was much the same as well. Not threatening to expose Longarm to anyone. He had no one to be exposed to other than Billy Vail, and as far as Billy was concerned Longarm was taking some time off. Lord knew he had accumulated enough vacation time. Unused convalescent time too.

Besides, no one here other than Helen knew that he was a lawman.

YOU ARE IN THE WRONG PLACE. YOU REALLY NEED TO CLOSE UP AND GET OUT BEFORE SOMETHING BAD HAPPENS. THIS IS SENT AS A FRIENDLY WARNING. SO TAKE HEED OR YOU WILL BE HURT.

There was, of course, no signature, nor were there any markings on the envelope to suggest who might have sent it.

Longarm went back downstairs and asked the Jersey Kid who had left the message.

“I don’t know, Mr. Long. I took my supper break around six. When I came back on duty, it was there in your slot along with your key. I never saw the person that left it for you. Is that all right? I mean, I didn’t do anything wrong, did I?”

Yeah, this was one wild and woolly hombre, all right. Danger on the hoof. “You did exactly right, Jersey. You didn’t do anything wrong.”

“Thanks, Mr. Long.” The boy’s smile was wide at discovering he had done nothing wrong and was not in trouble. You would have thought he had just been given a brand-new double eagle.

“Let me know if I get any more messages, Jersey.”

“I will, Mr. Long. You can count on me, sir.”

“I know I can, Jersey.” Longarm smiled at the kid and added, “Hell, I do count on you. Good night, Jersey.”

“Good night, sir.”

Longarm trudged back upstairs, wondering just what this was all about.

When he thought about it, though, the message was something he could take as a good sign. It meant that Helen’s tormentors were starting to expose themselves.

If they wanted to come after him now . . . good! He would love for them to come right out in the open.

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