We had hired someone to work in the place of Eliana. She was some relative of Marta’s, cousin, aunt, I’m wasn’t quite sure. One thing for certain, Anahi was a good cook. She stepped right in and took over in the kitchen. About the only thing Molly did much anymore was make pies and biscuits.
Being that the case I was able to get her out for a ride one morning. It was Colorado Day, and there would be some celebrating taking place and entertainment later in the day. Molly had already baked several pies and we were planning on having samples of chili for a donation to the church and school that was being built.
It was a grand morning and we rode south up over the hill toward New Mexico. Two-Bits was fat, and needed some work. I don’t know if she was not just plain lazy from not being ridden much over the winter and spring. I had Star for Hawk had been with me the past couple of times out. Amazing the difference going south, away from the mountains. The land becomes more arid and since we were away from the river there was little in the way of anything green.
We laughed and chatted, and enjoyed the time together. She made fun of me calling me the “Secret Marshal” now that I was with that government organization the Secret Service. For sure it was a secret for I had not heard of it before.
Stopping for a while on the top of the hill we dismounted and stood gazing down at the little town down in the valley. “Miles,” she asked, “Where were you when Colorado gained statehood?”
I didn’t have to think about it. “I was working near Gunnison. It was a good job. I was just getting over the news of the 7th Cavalry and Custer being massacred. I served with them during the War.”
She must have sensed my drifting away for a moment and didn’t interrupt for several minutes as I remembered that day and some of the experiences I had with some of those men.
“Miles. Miles,” tugging at my arm. “Time we were leaving. I need to be back for the noon meal and there is still some work to be done.”
Mounting up we rode at a trot back toward Durango. By-passing the town we rode up to our little place and were just dismounting when I heard, “Marshal Forrest.” It was little Henry running up the hill.
“Marshal, you have to come quickly! Marshal Gold has just been shot!” he said panting.
I looked at Molly. “Go on down to the Diner. Marta will want to be with Charlie.” With that she took off at a run.
“Henry, you think you can take care of Two-Bits?” and I flipped him a quarter. I mounted, “Rub her down good, and give her a drink.” Then I gave Star a spur and galloped to town. I figured Charlie would probably be at the Doc’s office.
I arrived at the same time that Marta came running across the street. I grabbed her. “Slow down, take it easy. Let’s go in under control.” But at the same time my insides were churning.
McClendon, from the mercantile, was there. He stopped us in the front office and said that Doc didn’t want any interruptions until he was finished. Marta started to run past us, and I grabbed her and directed her to a chair.
“Let Doc do his job. You can see Charlie afterward.”
After a few minutes Doc yelled, “Miles? You out there?”
I went to the edge of the door. “What do you need?”
“Get in here and hold him down. He is thrusting around so much I’m afraid when I try to dig out the bullet I’ll do more damage. He’s lost too much blood as it. 
I arrived at the same time that Marta came running across the street. I grabbed her. “Slow down, take it easy. Let’s go in under control.” But at the same time my insides were churning.
McClendon, from the mercantile, was there. He stopped us in the front office and said that Doc didn’t want any interruptions until he was finished. Marta started to run past us, and I grabbed her and directed her to a chair.
“Let Doc do his job. You can see Charlie afterward.”
After a few minutes Doc yelled, “Miles? You out there?”
I went to the edge of the door. “What’d you need?”
“Get in here and hold him down. He is thrusting around so much I’m afraid when I try to dig out the bullet I’ll do more damage. He’s lost too much blood as it is.”
I moved on in. “Hold him now; I’ve got to get this lead out.”
Doc was digging and I was holding. He was right, there was a sight of blood. In a few seconds, I didn’t have to hold Charlie anymore…. is.”
I moved on in. “Hold him now; I’ve got to get this lead out.”
Doc was digging and I was holding. He was right, there was a sight of blood. In a few seconds, I didn’t have to hold Charlie anymore….and I were sitting in the little living room of our little house. I had a small fire going to keep the coffee hot and the coals were glowing brightly now since the skies had turned from the brilliant orange of sundown to the darkness of night.
“Quite a week, wasn’t it?” I asked, but it was more of a statement. “What do you think? Should I join this agency that I’ve never heard of? I don’t even know if it a legitimate organization of the government. They may be part of the group that they say I’m supposed to be guarding against.”
“Miles.”
“What? Sorry, I didn’t mean for that to sound sharp.”
“Mister Covney, what did he tell you?”
***
After leaving the Wells Fargo office I had told Covney and Blasco that I would treat them to supper over at the diner. Marshal Gold had been helping us lately by bringing in fresh game for the kitchen, I really think it was to make eyes at Marta. Nevertheless, because of that we had plenty of food. Covney and I had the elk stew, and Blasco a large elk steak. Marta would come back now and then to make sure our coffee cups were kept full.
With supper behind us, and most of the customers leaving Molly came over to join us. I looked at her as Covney helped her sit down. He was a real gentleman. “Don’t look at me with those forlorn eyes Miles Forrest. There’s an apple pie in the kitchen, but it has to cool.”
I made some introductions and there was a little casual conversation.  Molly’s main concern was the time I would spend away from Durango. We had been over the fact with the dangers of my occupation in the past so that wasn’t brought up.
“On some of the trips you may be able to accompany him; trips, say to Denver, Leadville, and other large mining communities.”
“Speaking of Denver,” I joined in. “Do you know anything about the fellow who fired me, Myers was his name? Or that Pinkerton, Merker?
Covney and Blasco looked at each other. “Right now, let’s just say that Mr. Myers is a person of interest to the Secret Service,” said Covney.
Blasco joined in, “And Merker is no longer with the Pinkertons, though he still calls himself a Pinkerton Detective.”
I was getting ready to say something when Marta walked in with the pie. “One for you Mr. Covney, one for you Marshal Blasco, and one for you Senora,” then she turned away.
“Marta!” I exclaimed.
She turned and gave a coy look, “Oh, I almost forgot, and a piece for you too, Senor Miles.” She then laughed and went back to the kitchen.
Grabbing the coffee pot I made to refill all the cups. Hard to beat good coffee and a fresh piece of apple pie.
***
“So Miles, what are you going to do?” asked Molly bring me back to the present.
I didn’t reply at first, and then said, “Guess I’ll pray over it.”
“Phooey on you, Miles Forrest! You will take the position! Why the questions when you know what you’re supposed to do?”
Even in the darkness, with the glow of the fire, I could see her expression. “Molly, it seems like I end up not only arresting folk, but I end up being judge and executioner.”
“Tell me if I’m wrong, it goes Deuteronomy, Joshua, Judges…am I not correct?” she didn’t give me time to answer. “God has called you to a very dangerous, but needful position in this country. There are wicked, evil men lurking about and somebody has to be there to protect the innocent. One of those somebody’s is you, Miles Forrest.” Then she got up from her chair, came to me and gave me a hug. “And He’s called me to be your wife, your support.”