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  “Exactly,” I said. “As in, ‘what if’ I slipped under this table and really turned up the heat in this place?”

  “You would never fit under the table.”

  “Tables are made to be overturned.”

  “We would never be able to come back.”

  “What a shame.”

  “Nice try,” she said. “So any thoughts on who might want the historian dead?”

  “I figure someone who stands to lose if Sylvester the Mummy’s identity were ascertained.”

  “Big word for a detective.”

  “I’m a big detective.”

  “Not sure that correlates.”

  “Big word for a professor.”

  “I get paid to use big words,” said Cindy. “The murder is over a hundred and twenty years old. The murderer is long gone. Who could possibly stand to lose?”

  “Perhaps the family of the murderer. Perhaps there’s a deep dark secret.”

  Cindy’s eyes brightened the way they do when she finds me particularly brilliant. I’ve learned to treasure these rare moments. She was nodding her head. “Yes, a good start. Any families stand out?”

  “There’s one that has potential. They’re called the Barrons, and they own the town of Rawhide.”

  “Own?”

  “Yes, own. But keep in mind this isn’t a real town anymore; it’s a tourist attraction. Back in the 1970’s the county of San Bernardino was going to level what remained of the mining town, until a man named Tafford Barron purchased it for cheap and rebuilt it into a sort of amusement park. Barron is quoted as saying he couldn’t let a town built by his family be destroyed.”

  “Seems innocent enough.”

  “Sure,” I said. “Now he’s running for the House of Representatives. Election’s in six months. According to the local paper out there, Barron has a shot of winning this thing.”

  Cindy was nodding and grinning and eating. Multi-tasking at its best. “And what if this historian, Willie Whossit-”

  “Clarke”

  “Willie Clarke comes in and digs up some incriminating evidence.”

  “Or embarrassing evidence.”

  “Yes, embarrassing. Either way, something like this could derail a campaign.”

  “Possibly,” I said. “It’s at least a start.”

  Cindy was looking at me over her Diet Coke with something close to lust in her eyes.

  “What?” I said.

  “I like this,” she said.

  “You do?”

  “I love talking about your cases. I love watching you sort through your case. I love being a part of the process, even if it’s from the outside looking in. Being a detective might not have been your first choice in life, but you were born to do it, and I respect you so much for that.”

  “I was born for something else, too,” I said.

  “Football?”

  I shook my head slowly.

  “Ah,” she said, blushing. “That.”

  Chapter Thirteen

  I am not mechanically inclined by nature. I am more of the warrior/lover/artist type. But I do know the basics of car maintenance. So before I headed out into the desert, I topped off the Mustang’s water, checked the oil, tire pressure, air filter and anything else that crossed my mind. A few years back I had the engine rebuilt. Since then, the car ran smooth as hell, which was the way I preferred. More than anything, the car was paid off. A key factor to any struggling detective.

  I drove north along Highway 15, the main artery into Las Vegas from southern California. Needless to say, I sat in some traffic. With some time on my hands, and being one of the few who didn’t have gambling on the brain, I was able to relax and enjoy a good book on tape. The book was about things called hobbits and a very important ring.

  An hour later I was in the Mojave Desert, passing through cities called Hesperia and Victorville. I wondered if there was a Jimville somewhere. And if there wasn’t, there should be.

  The Mojave Desert is famous for its kangaroo rats and Joshua trees. Stephen King once set a story out here, about a Cadillac. Always liked that story.

  I wondered if there were any Jim trees.

  The heat was intense and uncomfortable. My windows were down, my only air conditioning. Sweat soaked through the back of my shirt and was probably puddling on my leather seat. Nice.

  Every now and then someone spotted my cool car and gave me a thumbs-up gesture. I accepted the gesture with a gentle nod of my head. Every now and then someone spotted the cool driver driving the cool car, and gave me a smile. As these were mostly women, I returned the smile. Cindy would have been jealous. Luckily, Cindy wasn’t in the car. Smiles are not cheating. Smiles, in my book, are okay. Unless she’s smiling at other men. Then it’s not okay.

  Hypocrite.

  I headed off Highway 15 onto a much smaller, one-laned highway. I drove alone for many miles.

  Luckily, I had hobbits to entertain me. Unfortunately, the little guys were in a fair bit of trouble, as there seemed to be a lot of interest in this ring.

  I checked my temperature gauge. All was okay.

  The road was flat, surrounded by a lot of stark, rocky protrusions that were too big for hills and too small for mountains. I racked my brain for all words associated with mountains, but could think of only crags and hillocks. I decided on smallish mountains.

  At any rate these smallish mountains were bare and lifeless and would have been equally at home on Mars or Venus-where, as legend has it, men and women are from. Except these burning rocks weren’t barren and empty. Life flourished here, to a degree. Snakes lived in holes. Kangaroo rats avoided the holes with the snakes. Plants clung to life in ways that made sense to evolutionary biologists but seemed remarkable to the rest of us.

  A car was coming about a half-mile away. The first car in 20 miles. I was giddy with anticipation. A man was driving. A woman was looking down at a map spread across the dashboard. The backseat was piled with suitcases and clothing. They never saw me waving.

  The hobbits escaped the clutches of some very wicked creatures. This was followed by a lot of history of a land called Middle Earth. I almost went to sleep, but persevered, and was rewarded by some more history of Middle Earth. I turned the tape off, for now.

  My timing couldn’t have been better.

  Nearly two hours after leaving Orange County, as I crested a sort of rise in the road, Rawhide Ghost Town appeared before me.

  Howdy partner.

  Chapter Fourteen

  Rawhide Ghost Town was nestled in a narrow valley between high sun-baked cliffs dotted with mine shafts. Consisting mostly of shops lining a single dirt road and much smaller than its cousin up north, Calico Ghost Town, Rawhide looked more like a Western-themed strip mall.

  I parked in front of the first store that grabbed my eye, Huck’s Saloon. For good measure, should anyone show up on a horse, a hitching post still ran the length of the town. Currently, no horses were hitched. Although a handful of cars and trucks were parked in front of various stores, the town appeared mostly empty, a true ghost town.

  A hot wind swept down Main Street, moaning like the damned and pushing dust before it. Probably the dust was hot, too. No trees or shade. No relief from the sun unless you went inside somewhere.

  So I decided to go inside somewhere, and I chose the saloon. No surprise there.

  I pushed my way through a pair of swinging doors. Always wanted to do that. And not even a squeak after all these years…

  The saloon was empty. No cowboys knocking back a few. No barroom fights in progress. No bartender cowering behind the bar because word had spread that Big Bad Jim Knighthorse was coming to town. I tipped my Anaheim Angels hat at the empty room, stuck my thumbs in my pockets, and moseyed on into the saloon.

  It was a real saloon, so far as I could tell. There was even a stage for the dancing girls and a player piano on the floor beneath it. Sadly, no dancing girls. I sat at the wraparound bar. Before me was a huge mirror. There were some bottles of not
-so-authentic liquor stacked in front of the mirror. I smiled at the handsome man in the mirror. He smiled back, and we played that game for perhaps another two seconds.

  A woman appeared from the back of the bar, spurs jangling, carrying a case of Bud Light. She was wearing a cowboy hat, and a bright smile. I have the effect on people.

  “Howdy, partner,” she said.

  “Howdy ma’am,” I said. “Is this where I tip my hat?”

  “Maybe if you were wearing a cowboy hat.” She put the case into a glass refrigerator. I noticed in passing her arms were roped with muscle. “Were you waiting long?”

  “Just sat down.”

  “Good. What can I get you?”

  “Rolling Rock, no glass. And some information, no glass.”

  She opened the refrigerator door again, grabbed a green bottle and placed it on top of a little square napkin to protect the deeply rutted counter top. Her work done for the morning, she leaned a curved hip on the bar. Her dark hair was pulled back in a ponytail. She crossed her arms under her chest. The long sleeves of her red-checkered flannel were rolled up to her elbows. Veins crossed her forearms, just under the skin. She looked like she could kick Calamity Jane’s ass.

  “So what kind of information are you looking for?” She was smiling at me. I think she thought I was cute. Stranger things have happened.

  I showed her my P.I. license. She leaned forward and studied it. “Wow, a real live private investigator. In a ghost town, no less.”

  “Ironic, isn’t it?”

  “Very,” she said. “Nice picture.”

  “My girlfriend says I look urbane and dashing.”

  “Girlfriend?”

  “Yup.”

  “The good ones are always taken.”

  “This one is, alas.”

  “Knighthorse sounds Native American,” she said.

  “My great great grandfather was Apache.”

  “Hey, we could play cowboys and Indians.”

  “Sounds naughty,” I said.

  She grinned. “So what’s a detective doing all the way out here?”

  I told her about the case.

  “Willie Clarke,” she said, thinking. “The guy they found dead in the desert?”

  “One in the same.”

  She bit her lip, frowned. Re-crossed her arms. “But I thought they ruled his death an accident.”

  “So they did.”

  “But you think different?”

  “I’m being paid to think different.”

  “Paid by whom?”

  I shook my head.

  “Top secret,” I said. “Did you ever meet Willie Clarke?”

  “Once. He came into the bar and we chatted. He told me he was here to look into the identity of Sylvester. You know Sylvester? Wait, of course you do, you’re an ace detective.”

  I winked and shot her a blank with my forefinger.

  “Willie was a young guy,” she continued, “said he was just out of college.”

  “What was your impression of him?”

  “Smart, funny. Sort of rugged, too.”

  “Did he seem like the type who could take care of himself?”

  She was nodding as I asked the question. Her eyes narrowed and she frowned a little. “Yeah, definitely. He didn’t look like a historian.”

  “More manly than me?”

  She winked. “Almost, but not quite.”

  “Did he seem the type who would get lost in the desert and run out of gas?”

  “That’s asking a lot, he only came in for a Diet Coke. But, if I had to answer…”

  “And you do,” I added.

  “I would say he seemed the type to have a map on hand, but keep in mind I only met the guy for ten minutes.”

  “They say he ran out of gas,” I said. “And I’m willing to bet he’s also the type to make sure he topped off his gas before heading out into the desert. Would be stupid not to, and everyone seems to agree Willie was pretty smart.”

  She was nodding. “Maybe he ran out of gas while looking for a way out.”

  “Maybe,” I said.

  “But you don’t think so.”

  “His truck was found close to the site. Which suggests he ran out shortly after leaving the others,” I said. “Did the two of you talk about anything else?”

  She bit her lip. “He mentioned he’d been hired to look into Sylvester’s identity, and I asked if he had spoken to Jarred.”

  There he was again. Jarred, Rawhide’s official town historian, and curator of the Rawhide Museum.

  “Why?”

  “Because Jarred thinks of himself as the world’s greatest expert on Sylvester the Mummy.”

  “And had Willie?”

  She nodded. “He said Jarred was being rude and unhelpful at best. Which sounds like Jarred. He takes his work entirely too seriously. Now he’s working on his magnum opus.”

  “Magnum opus?”

  “It’s the history of Rawhide. Jarred thinks it will help establish him as a serious historian. You know, make a name for him. That’s pretty important to Jarred.”

  “And he picked Rawhide to make his name?”

  She nodded, grinning. She picked up a towel and started wiping something behind the bar, below my eyesight. It was a habit all bartenders have: just wiping the hell out of things.

  “He says Rawhide is untapped material. He’s going to put it on the map, so to speak.”

  “Rawhide is on the map.”

  She giggled.

  I finished the rest of my beer in one swallow. I wanted eleven more for an even dozen. “Thank you for your time, you’ve been very helpful.”

  “You don’t want another beer?”

  “Duty calls.”

  She looked sad. The bar was empty. I was her only entertainment. “So where you headed now?”

  “Figure I might as well talk to Jarred before he goes making a name for himself and thinks he’s too important to talk to me.”

  She grinned. “He’s four stores down. The adobe building.”

  I tipped my hat. “Ma’am.”

  Luckily, the swinging doors were just as much fun going as coming.

  Chapter Fifteen

  I stepped out of the saloon and onto the surface of Venus. Or close to it. Hell, I felt myself mummifying on the spot, and almost turned around for more beer.

  I passed a leather shop, general store, and glass blowing shop, and soon came upon a smallish adobe building set back from the boardwalk. The sign out front read: Rawhide Museum, Free Admission.

  Now we’re talking.

  I paused, listening. From somewhere nearby I heard the sharp report of rifle shots. From my research, I knew there was a shooting range just outside of town.

  Praying for air conditioning, I entered the museum.

  ***

  My prayers were answered. Maybe I should be a priest.

  Cool air blasted my face the moment I stepped into the small museum, itself nothing more than a converted frontier house, filled to overflowing with antique mining equipment. Hardhats, lanterns, pick axes, carts, stuff I didn’t recognize, stuff I did but didn’t know the names of. I had the general sense that mining in the days of yore took a lot of muscle, and probably a lot of nerve. Not to mention light. In one corner, a display let children pan for fool’s gold. Along the walls, dozens of black and white photographs showed the town in various stages of growth and decline. Many featured hardened men sporting thick handlebar mustaches.

  A door was open to my right, leading into what might have once been a bedroom, but now was an office. Inside, a smallish young man with wire rim glasses and a goatee was working furiously on a computer, pounding the keyboard with a vengeance, oblivious to me. I studied him briefly, and concluded he would have looked better with a handlebar mustache.

  I knocked on the door frame, and he jumped about six inches out of his seat, gasping, clutching his heart. He snapped his head around, his eyes wide behind his thick glasses.

  Jumpy little fellow.
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  “Oops,” I said. “Of course, I could say I should have knocked, but that’s just what I did.”

  “Oh, it’s not you,” he said, settling back in his chair, letting out a long stream of air. The brass nameplate on his desk read: Jarred Booker, Town Historian. “Just lost in my writing, you know.”

  “Oh, I know.”

  “Oh, do you write?”

  “No, I was just trying to be agreeable.”

  “I see,” he said, frowning. “Anyway, I haven’t had anyone step in here for…oh, a few days.”

  “Maybe the price scares them away,” I said.

  “Any freer, and I would have to pay them.”

  “It’s an idea.”

  “Are you here for a tour?” he asked.

  “Not exactly.”

  I opened my wallet and showed him my license to detect, complete with my happy mug. A small grin, no teeth. Eyes bright, but hard. The picture was worth a thousand words, and one of them was roguish.

  “What can I do for you, Mr. Knighthorse?”

  I told him I was hired to investigate the death of Willie Clarke and that I was here to ask a few questions. Jarred stared at me for a moment, then got up and crossed the room and closed the door and went back and sat behind his desk again.

  He said, “I was told not to talk to anyone about Willie Clarke.”

  “Told by who?”

  Jarred leaned back in his chair and studied me. The glow from his monitor reflected off his glasses. So nice it reflected twice.

  “Tafford Barron?” I asked. Shot in the dark.

  He looked a little surprised. “Yes.”

  “Any idea why he doesn’t want you talking to me?”

  “None that I can speculate on. Besides, I’ve already told the police everything I know.”

  “Sure,” I said. “I’d like to hire you to take me to the same place you took Willie Clarke.”

  “In the desert?”

  “Yes.”

  “Why?”

  “Part of the investigation. Scene of the crime.”

  “According to the police, there’s been no crime. It was an accident.”

  “Sure,” I said. “Which is why Tafford wants to keep you from talking to me.”

 

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