The Land of Lost Dreams: The Redemption Trail, #3
By Scott Connor
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Unlucky gambler Corrigan O'Kelley owes everyone money and so, when Denver Fetterman calls in his debt, his only option is to flee. Corrigan offers his services as guide to a wagon train of settlers heading to an area known as the Land of Lost Dreams, but Fetterman won't let him avoid his problems.
To repay his debts Corrigan must lead the settlers through Hangman's Gulch where the gunslinger Eleazer Fremont is to ambush them and, to make sure he doesn't renege, Fetterman's stalwart debt collector, Chuck Cartwright, will go with him.
Corrigan accepts Fetterman's ultimatum reluctantly, but when he sides with the settlers, he vows to defy him. With Cartwright watching his every move and Eleazer closing in, only hot lead can solve Corrigan's deadly dilemma.
Scott Connor
Ian Parnham was born in Nottingham, England and now lives in N.E Scotland. He is the author of 37 western novels published as I. J. Parnham, Scott Connor and Ed Law.
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The Land of Lost Dreams - Scott Connor
Prolog
Corrigan O’Kelley considered Dawson Breen over the mountain of chips. The other two players had folded, but they had stayed for the showdown, as had most of the customers in the Bonanza House’s private gaming room.
As he had done before when he’d bluffed, Corrigan tapped two fingers on the table. Although, as Dawson was the owner of the Bonanza House, the most opulent gaming house in Eureka, he doubted he’d be so naïve as to let that tactic concern him.
They were playing five-card stud with two cards placed face down and three cards lying face up. On the table both men had two kings exposed with Corrigan having an accompanying ace and Dawson a nine.
Dawson had bet with confidence from the start, suggesting his first card in the hole was another nine. He had also monitored Corrigan’s reactions closely and had surely judged it unlikely he had received another ace. Accordingly, Dawson pushed all his chips into the center of the table.
Shall we end this?
he asked.
This is the right hand to end the night,
Corrigan said.
He shoved his chips into the pile, letting sixteen thousand dollars ride on the hand. Dawson sat back and calmly locked his hands behind his head. Behind him the customers edged back and forth.
As he’d probably bet more on this one hand than he’d wagered on every other hand of poker he’d played in his entire life, Corrigan struggled to maintain his confident demeanor. So, to calm himself, he turned to the milling people.
His attention was drawn to one man, who stood at the bar with his hat drawn down low, nursing a whiskey. Corrigan wasn’t sure why this man had intrigued him until he realized that he was the only man here who was ignoring the game. but then, as if the man had picked up on Corrigan’s interest, he put his glass down.
Then he wove through the throng to stand at Dawson’s shoulder with his legs planted well apart and his face hidden in the shadow cast by his hat. Guns weren’t allowed in the Bonanza House, but this man slipped his hand beneath his jacket with the practiced ease of a hired gun.
The faint rustle of cloth and the shuffling of feet as the customers edged away from this man made Dawson smile. Then he leaned forward and, as he had made the last raise, turned over his first hole card to reveal the nine of diamonds.
Then Dawson flipped over his second card. Dawson’s eyes widened slightly with a look of triumph that told Corrigan everything he needed to know about the card, but he still confirmed his opponent did have a third nine.
Full house, nines over kings,
Dawson said. Only two aces can beat my hand and I don’t reckon you’ve got them.
Corrigan turned over his first hole card revealing the ace of spades, making Dawson’s right eye twitch while the hired gun edged forward for a short pace. Then Corrigan flicked over his second card.
Chapter One
The Pioneer saloon was the cheapest and dirtiest saloon in the two-bit frontier town of Pearl Forks. For a man who, six months ago, had bet sixteen thousand dollars on the turn of a card in the finest gaming house in Eureka, falling this far was hard to accept.
Corrigan O’Kelley still headed inside with a smile on his lips and fifty dollars in his pocket. Within the hour he’d doubled his stake in a poker game with two inebriated ranchers and a shifty-eyed mercantile owner, Brett Johnson.
After another hour, the betting became serious until he and Brett locked horns over what would surely be the last game of the session. While Corrigan sipped his whiskey, Brett leaned back in his chair and tapped his fingertips together.
As Corrigan had done six months ago, they were playing five-card stud with two down and three up. Corrigan had three diamonds displayed while Brett had a run. Brett’s lively gaze gave the impression he had a straight, which would win if Corrigan were bluffing about having a flush.
The trouble was, Corrigan was bluffing. Then again, he had won several bluffs that evening and his palms itched with a desire to try his luck again. The betting was with Corrigan and he bided his time, letting his opponent sweat and perhaps reveal more about himself.
Come on,
Brett grumbled. You’ll wear the cards out, staring at them like that.
Patience, my good friend,
Corrigan said. I’ll take your money in my own time.
The eliminated players chuckled while Corrigan fingered his bills and wondered whether he should risk resolving all his problems with this one hand. Anticipation widened Brett’s eyes, but then approaching footfalls sounded and Corrigan turned.
A newcomer was crossing the saloon. He was trail dirty and his jaw was set in a purposeful manner.
Are you Corrigan O’Kelley?
he asked without preamble.
Another delay!
Brett said with an exasperated sigh before Corrigan could decide whether to reply. This has to be the longest hand of poker I’ve ever played.
Corrigan raised a hand to the newcomer and then shuffled forward to draw his belly up to the wood. The action hid the motion of him slipping a hand beneath the table.
You want to hear my bet then, do you?
Corrigan said lightly.
Brett winced before he nodded. Only for the last ten minutes.
Corrigan smiled while he listened to the newcomer walk around the table until he moved into his eye-line. The man’s shadow crept across the table, making Brett turn and gesture at him to wait until they’d finished.
The man’s face reddened, his intervention seemingly not playing out in the way he’d expected. Then he whirled his hand to his six-shooter. Even before the gun had cleared leather, Corrigan pulled the trigger of his already drawn gun and blasted lead up through the table, slicing into the man’s torso and making him drop.
The man landed on his chest. He strained his arms as he tried to raise himself, but he failed and he flopped down to lie still. Corrigan confirmed that nobody else looked as if they were about to take exception to him. Then, with his free hand, he shoved everything he owned into the center of the table, just as he had done on that ill-fated evening six months ago, albeit with a vastly higher stake.
Can you match this?
he asked.
For almost a minute Brett faced the dead man before with a visible wrench he turned away. He rubbed his jaw nervously while the customers confirmed the gunman’s fate. Corrigan sat back in his chair and holstered his gun. Then he tapped his fingertips together mimicking Brett’s posture for the last few minutes as he reinforced his confidence.
A dead man on the floor and everything you own on the table,
Brett said with a gulp, as if he’d decided to fold. If ever I’ve met a man who doesn’t bluff, it’d be you.
Corrigan conceded his compliment with a nod. Then, with Brett saying nothing more, he moved to draw the pot back.
I’m obliged,
he said.
His fingers were brushing the money when Brett shook his head. Then Brett pushed everything he had into the center of the table and bellied up to the table in a mimic of Corrigan’s earlier movement.
The only problem is, I don’t bluff either,
he said with a confident smile.
Corrigan couldn’t help but groan.
I’ve checked out your story,
Sheriff McSween said. Everyone says that man came looking for trouble, that he drew first and that he gave you no choice but to defend yourself.
I’m obliged,
Corrigan said with a relieved sigh. So can I go?
You can leave the law office.
McSween pointed to the door and then jerked his finger to the side to indicate the route along the main drag. Then keep on going and don’t look back, even when you’ve left my town far behind.
But I’ve got no money, no horse, no nothing except for the clothes I’m wearing.
You’ve got a good pair of boots. They’ll cope with a few days afoot.
The sheriff slapped Corrigan’s Peacemaker onto his desk. As you’ve still got your gun, men like you will survive.
I can always hope,
Corrigan said, turning away.
While strapping on his holster, he headed to the door and he was moving to walk outside when McSween coughed, halting him.
Despite all the vivid descriptions I’ve heard of the events in the Pioneer saloon, including the tale of a man losing two hundred dollars on a nothing hand, I’ve yet to hear the name of the dead man.
Corrigan turned and the sheriff had raised his eyebrows. Although his expression said that a name might make him soften his stance, Corrigan shrugged.
I don’t know it, but I’ve narrowed it down to five or six possibilities.
Corrigan smiled, but his attempt at levity only made the sheriff scowl.
You’ve got until sundown.
McSween sat down and leaned back in his chair. If I don’t have to run you out of town myself, when those other four or five come looking for you, I won’t tell them which way you went.
Corrigan tipped his hat and then left the office. The sun was high and he judged that he had five hours to leave town. As he didn’t want to walk