TEMPLARS QUEST: LUCEM SANCTAM (THE TEMPLARS QUEST CHRONICLES: A Historical Mystery Book 3) Read Online Free Page B

was a whore who worked for Ragsdale. She was his favorite money-maker until she died, a long time ago.”
    “So, what are you telling us?” Baldwin asked.
    “Ragsdale owns a bunch of whores and has gambling games. Alice is his Madam who looks after the girls. Ragsdale isn’t the real Mayor either. Like I said, he’s the Boss Man. This town is under his control.” Billy turned his head and scanned his eyes around the park. “You see, only certain people get to carry guns. They work for Ragsdale. You gotta keep an eye on them boys.”
    “So what does Ragsdale make you do?” I asked.
    “I do all his dirty work.”
    It seems that when Black Horse was a young man, he went to Indianola to find a job, fell in love with a girl, and had a kid. He returned to the Nation after four years, to take care of his sick Father. A couple of years passed by and he went back to Indianola a few times searching for his girlfriend and son but could not find them. Ragsdale had hidden them and used them as slaves, more or less. Black Horse gave up his search and returned to the Nation to become the Medicine Man for the tribe, after his father passed away.
    We took Billy Bob to the Comanche Nation with us, and by accident, he met his real father, Black Horse. Black Horse had given his then four-year-old son a tattoo. It was a black horse, on his right arm, which was the same as Black Horse’s. That was the final proof that was needed to unite father and son, after I introduced them at the Comanche Nation. It was a great reunion.
     
    “Black Horse, you owe him a big debt, not me,” White Feather replied.
    “But you were with Adam when he was kidnapped. That makes you somewhat responsible,” Black Horse said.
    “I have done my best to help. I can do nothing more. That is all I have to say.”
    “You bring shame to me and the Comanche Tribe. In that case, do not come to visit my Tribe anymore. You are not welcome in our land.” Black Horse reached out, touching my arm. “Jack, let us leave this coward, who is no longer my friend.”
    “Ok, let’s go,” I said. I knew from the first time I met White Feather that he was not trustworthy, just by the way he weakly shook my hand.
    Before leaving, I told Maggie and Baldwin what was going on. They both agreed we didn’t need White Feather. We mounted up and headed for Dilkon, which was 15 miles away, at full speed.
    Dilkon City, according to the information we have, had a population of around 1,100 people. That made it three times larger than Indian Wells. Dilkon is a Navajo name meaning smooth black rock. The name comes from the rock formations found around that area.
    Arriving at the city, we located the Dilkon Market, a small general store, which probably sold everything you could think of. As I opened the door, a small bell hanging on it rang out, noting our entrance.
    Baldwin, Maggie, and I walked in and were surprised at the amount of inventory and goods for sale. However, there weren’t any fresh fruits or vegetables. Almost everything was a can good of some type. They had ammo, guns, knives, and all types of mining gear for sale. One of the walls was lined with bottles of booze and cases of beer stacked in a cooler.
    Walking over to the cooler, I grabbed three cases of beer and four bottles of Jack Daniels, placing them on the counter. An old man standing behind the counter was watching us like a hawk. He commented, “We only accept greenbacks or gold.”
    I said, “We’ll pay in greenbacks.”
    “You need anything else?”
    “Maybe, let us look around a while.” I noted that Maggie and Baldwin were browsing around the aisles checking out the goods.
    The old man asked, “Where y’all from?”
    Peering into his dark, almost black-colored eyes, I could tell he was a Navajo. Navajos are a handsome looking people. I replied, “We’re from Florida. Are you Charlie Wilson?”
    Wilson was at least 80 years old. He was a little short fat man who wore wire-rimmed glasses. He