Snake River Slaughter by William W. Johnstone & J. A. Johnstone

Author:William W. Johnstone & J. A. Johnstone
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Kensington Publishing Corp.
Published: 2010-09-18T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Fifteen

When Matt woke up he was lying in a strange bed. He felt some soreness in his side and putting his hand down, felt, not the petticoat he had pressed against the wound, but a well-constructed bandage that was wrapped all the way around his waist.

Matt looked around at the room. Embossed metal tiles covered the ceiling, while twelve-inch crown molding separated the ceiling from the wall. The wall itself was covered with white wallpaper embossed with a pattern of flowers. The furniture, like the bed, was massive and elegant. This was not his room and he had no idea how he got here. The last thing Matt could remember was mounting Spirit and riding away from the saloon, intending to return to Coventry on the Snake.

He tried to sit up, but winced with pain from the effort and had to stay still for a moment until the pain went away. After a moment, he tried again, and this time he was successful. He swung his legs over the side of the bed, then realized for the first time that he was naked.

At that very moment the door opened and Matt looked around, quickly, but unsuccessfully for his pistol.

“What are you doing sitting up?” Kitty asked, coming into the room then. “You shouldn’t be getting up yet.”

Frederica, who was carrying a tray, came into the room behind Kitty.

“Lay back down,” Kitty ordered. “We’ve brought your lunch.”

“This isn’t my room, but I must be at your house.”

“Yes, this is my room. And of course you are at my house,” Kitty answered. “Where did you think you were?”

Matt looked around the room and chuckled. “To tell the truth, I wasn’t sure I wasn’t in Heaven,” he said. “And when I heard someone coming through the door, I thought maybe it was St. Peter coming to tell me that there had been a mistake, and I was going to have to be on the next train out of here.”

Kitty laughed. “I admit, this is much nicer than Captain Mumford’s Home for Wayward Boys and Girls,” she said, “but I wouldn’t exactly call it Heaven. Now, you lie back down like I said.”

“How am I going to eat my lunch if I lie back down?”

“I’m going to feed you,” Kitty said. “Frederica, if you would, please, put his lunch there, on the small table.”

“Si, Señora,” Frederica answered, setting the tray on the table. Matt saw a bowl of soup, a large chunk of freshly baked bread, and a coffeepot.

“Thank you,” Matt said.

“Señor,” Frederica acknowledged with a nod of her head.

“Thank you, Frederica. I can handle it from here,” Kitty said.

Frederica let herself out of the room and shut the door behind her.

“How did I get here?” Matt asked.

“You don’t remember?”

“The last thing I remember is starting to ride away from the saloon.”

Kitty dipped the spoon into the soup, then held it out for Matt. He hesitated.

“It isn’t too hot,” Kitty said. “I let it cool a bit before we brought it up to you.

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