Settling Accounts Return Engagement: Book One of the Settling Accounts Trilogy by Turtledove Harry

Author:Turtledove, Harry [Turtledove, Harry]
Format: epub
Publisher: Ballantine Books
Published: 2010-01-23T02:38:47+00:00

XI

Mary Pomeroy didn’t like going to the post office in Rosenfeld any more. Wilf Rokeby knew too much. He never said anything, not after the first time, but he knew. Sooner or later, she was going to have to do something about that. She hadn’t figured out what yet. Whatever it was, it had to be something that didn’t draw suspicion down on her.

She wished she didn’t see the need. But he had a hold on her. He could use it to blackmail her, or he could go to the occupying authorities. He’d got along with them ever since 1914. He’d had to get along with them if he wanted to stay postmaster—and, as far as Mary could tell, being postmaster had been his whole life, even if he was finally retiring at the end of the year. He’d never married. He lived by himself. Maybe because he was so fussy and precise, some people wondered if he was a pansy, but nobody had anything even resembling proof of that. It was just something to gossip about when folks were in a more scandalous mood than usual.

A bomb? Bombs were always Mary’s first thought. She was, after all, her father’s daughter. Arthur McGregor had hit back hard at the Yanks for years till his luck ran out. But Wilf would surely be alert to anything that came in the post. As far as Mary could see, the only thing worse than not trying to get rid of him was trying and failing. That would surely send him off to the authorities.

Poison? Similar objection. She could bake an apple pie, lace it with rat poison, and smile sweetly while she gave it to him. No matter how sweetly she smiled, though, would he eat any of the pie? Would he eat more than one bite if it tasted even the least bit funny? Not likely.

Pretending the brakes on the auto failed and running him down in the street? She could do it, but she didn’t see how she could keep from going to jail once she did. That wasn’t what she had in mind.

Frustration gnawed at her. What she really wanted was to plant bombs on the railroad tracks outside of town. Canadian railroads were suddenly a lot more important to the USA than they had been before the war. The Yanks couldn’t ship through their own country, because the Confederates had split it in two (and the Mormons were also sitting astride one of their transcontinental routes). If they wanted to move things from west to east or from east to west, they had to go through Canada. Damaging the railroads could really hurt them now.

But damaging the railroads would also make Wilf Rokeby sit up and take notice. And what would he do if he did take notice? Mary couldn’t tell. She couldn’t very well ask him, either. He wouldn’t give her a straight answer, and the question would only put his wind up.

That left . . . waiting and seeing what happened next.

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