harebrained reason, Alice, but I don’t guess you’re going to tell me what it is.”
“I’m taking a job. I’ll be working undercover for the Pinkerton Agency, and I need a disguise.”
Verena’s mouth sagged open. “Pinkerton! Whatever for? You have a perfectly respectable job here in Smoke River as our librarian.”
But she no longer had her sister. Alice had spent most of last night mulling over what was worth doing in life. She did have a respectable job as the librarian. She had a perfectly respectable life in a perfectly respectable town. Maybe that was the problem.
Maybe she could ease the ache in her chest by helping to catch her sister’s killer.
“Do you have any satin, Verena? Red satin?”
The dressmaker pointed at a bolt of fabric halfway up a tall display shelf. “Scandalous color. When do you need this creation?”
“This morning.”
Verena gave a strangled cry. “Today? Why, I can’t cobble up a dress in that length of time. It takes real effort to sew on a lot of ruffles and sequins. That’ll take some doing. And besides, it’s gonna be Christmas pretty soon, and every woman in Smoke River’s wantin’ something new.”
Alice smiled at her. “Oh. Well, Verena, I can always go over to the mercantile and buy a ready-made dress.”
“Huh!” the dressmaker scoffed. “Carl Ness wouldn’t have such a shameless garment in his store. Nobody in town wears such things.”
“Except for the girls down at Sally’s,” Alice said calmly.
“Sally’s! How do you know about—?” The dressmaker recovered quickly. “The girls at Sally’s order custom-made gowns, and they give a body plenty of time to sew them.”
“Verena, please. Could you try? I am pressed for time.”
The dressmaker suddenly noticed the distress in Alice’s eyes and wilted like an unwatered houseplant. “All right, I’ll do it. Red satin and ruffles...it will be so outrageous you’ll be embarrassed to be seen in it.”
“Oh, I do hope so,” Alice murmured. “I need to be as un-librarian-like as possible.”
Verena rolled her eyes. “Give me until noon.” Then she shooed Alice out of the shop.
Alice went from the dressmaker’s to Ness’s Mercantile, where she bought a bottle of cologne, a boy’s wide-brimmed black Stetson, a lethal-looking six-inch hatpin, a gaudy pink satin garter, and a derringer pistol and a box of cartridges. Then she stopped at the sheriff’s office and talked Sandy, the deputy, into showing her how to load and fire the pistol.
Keeping busy helped ease the pain in her chest, but she finally ran out of errands. When she returned to Rose Cottage, Rooney and Marshal Logan were sitting on the porch swing and Mark was perched at their feet. Apparently he still hadn’t run out of questions because he posed another one as she came up the front walk.
“How come you don’t have a fancy uniform like a colonel or somethin’?”
Rand laughed. “Because it’s easier to sneak up on a criminal if you don’t look conspicuous.”
Even Rooney laughed at that.
“What’s ’spicuous?”
“Conspicuous is what a man wears when he wants to get noticed, maybe by a girl he’s interested in.”
Mark shot him a curious look. “Are you interested in a girl?”
“Nope.” At least he wasn’t before he laid eyes on Alice Montgomery. Now he wasn’t so sure. In fact, at the sight of her in that swingy blue skirt and the boy’s shirt that revealed she was very obviously not a boy, he felt a tug of awareness he hadn’t felt in years.
“Before we leave,” Alice announced, “I have some parcels to pick up at the mercantile and the dressmaker’s.”
“Whadja buy, Alice?” Mark inquired. “Any caramel drops?”
Alice smiled at him. “No caramel drops, I’m afraid. I bought a dress. Some smelly cologne. A hat like yours. And a pink garter.” She saw no need to mention the derringer.
“Just dumb girl stuff,” Mark muttered. “No caramels?”
“No caramels.”
Rand rose and offered the seat next to Rooney on the swing.
“A pink garter, huh?” Rooney muttered. “Just what are ya thinkin’ of doin’ with a pink garter?”
She grinned and slid closer to him. “Rooney, I don’t think I should explain in front of Mark.”
Rand, however, very much wanted to hear the explanation.
Rooney draped his arm around Alice’s shoulders. “Honey-girl, I don’t mind tellin’ ya that I don’t like this idea one bit. Not one bit.”
Alice sent him a smile. “I know, Rooney. You’ve been saying that since six o’clock this morning.”
Mark hunched his thin frame closer to her knees and gazed up at her. “Golly, Alice, it sounds real neat, ’specially if Rooney doesn’t like it. Kin I come along?”
At noon, Rand picked up Alice’s travel bag and walked her over to the livery stable, then to the mercantile and the dressmaker to pick up her parcels. The dressmaker package was bulky, and Rand noticed a sprinkling of tiny sparkly circles escaping from one corner where the twine tie had slipped off-center. Saloon girl sequins, he gathered. Red ones. Another niggle of apprehension crawled up his spine.
They loaded the saddlebags on his bay gelding and her chestnut mare and then on their way out of town they stopped at Rose Cottage.
The porch was empty. Alice dismounted and went inside, and after a long ten minutes she came out red-eyed and stiff-lipped, climbed back on her mare and reined away without a word.
They rode side by side in silence until the town dwindled off into the occasional house and wide meadows of yellow dandelions and lavender desert parsley. The air smelled of pine trees and smoke.
They followed the slow-moving river bordered by cottonwoods and gray-green willows, and when the river split, they followed the branch flowing north and headed for the hazy purple mountains looming in the distance. The sun overhead was hot, even for October.
Alice hadn’t said a single word since leaving town, and Rand was starting to wonder why. He slowed his bay until she caught up.
“Alice, are you all right?”
“Yes. At least I think so. I had to leave the key to the library with Sarah. This is the first time since the library was built six years ago that I won’t be there in the morning to open it up. It feels strange.”
Rand did a quick calculation. If her sister
