scalped with a dull knife.â He slammed his glass down on the bar. âPretty donât mean much when youâve got a gun pointed at your head.â
Ward grinned as he poured another shot into Jakeâs glass. âItâs much better than having a gun pointed at your head by an ugly outlaw,â Ward pointed out. âWhy didnât you just let her keep the donkey? Itâs not like the animal actually belongs to you.â
âI guess I just wanted to make her mad to see what she would do next.â
Ward grinned, so Jake turned his back on him, as he had a pretty good idea of what his friend was thinking. He didnât want to hear it, so he concentrated on what was happening in the Heavenâs Gate Saloon. There wasnât much there to distract him.
Dan and Randy sat at a table by the potbellied stove with Priscilla, one of the waitresses, who giggled mightily at something Dan said. Talking about him and how he was attacked on the trail by a slip of a woman, no doubt. Six puppies, three black and white, two solid gray and one a mix of all three tumbled about beneath the tables. One chewed on Randyâs boot and he picked the pup up and put it on his lap. Lady, Wardâs dog, watched her offspring carefully as she lay next to a box close to the stove.
âHow old are those pups?â Jake asked.
âOld enough to leave if youâre interested.â
âNah,â Jake said, although he was tempted as it had been awhile since heâd lost Sonny, whoâd been with him for years. A good dog was hard to come by.
âSpeaking of pups and such,â Ward said. âHad you heard that Leah and Cade are expecting?â
Jake tossed his drink back. âThat didnât take long.â He didnât want to admit that losing Leah to Cade Gentry still hurt his pride a bit. âI reckon theyâre happy and such.â
âThey look it.â
âIâm glad for her then,â Jake said.
âStill hurting?â Ward asked.
âI wouldnât call it hurting,â Jake said. âLeah didnât love me and I reckon when you get down to it, I didnât love her since it didnât really make me all that mad after I thought about it for a while. Sometimes Iâm just a bit lonely is all.â
Ward raised his glass in salute. âI certainly know what that feels like, my friend.â Jake drained his glass again and turned it upside down on the bar. He was done with whiskey for the night. Ward re-corked the bottle and put it away on the shelf that held his private stock.
Jake caught sight of his reflection in the mirror that hung behind the bar and stared at the man who gazed back at him with steely blue eyes that looked hollow and lost. The winter had taken its toll on him. Heâd worked hard all his life and now he had something to show for it. But it didnât mean much when there was no one to share it with.
âMaybe I should take a trip down to Denver,â Jake said. âSee the sights.â
âAnd find a bride?â Ward asked.
âMaybe,â Jake admitted.
âYou sound like a man who wants to fall in love,â Ward said. He poured Jake a beer from the large keg that sat on the end of the bar.
âLove?â Jake scoffed. âIâm pretty sure thatâs something the poets and Shakespeare made up.â
Ward grinned. âWeâll see,â he said.
Jake shook his head and rolled his eyes at his friend. It seemed strange, but he felt a bit better about things. Almost optimistic. Fu was right, not that heâd ever admit it to the Chinaman. He just needed to get out of the house for a bit. And there was no reason why he couldnât make a trip to Denver after the spring roundup. There were plenty of women there. Plenty of women just dying for a man to provide for them. He just needed to look at it like a business deal. Take a trip down to Denver or maybe wait until the fall drive and