Ace's Wild

Brian got up. Ace grazed the butt of his revolver with his fingertips.

“I hear you.” Brian grunted, righting the chair. “Still going to cost you, though.”

Ace wanted to drive his crooked teeth down his throat. “I figured.”

“What’s the boy worth to you?” Winter asked as he sat down again.

Ace just wanted this over with. “I’ll cancel your gambling debt from last night.”

A shrewd look entered Brian’s eyes. “That’s not enough.”

You won’t hurt my pa? Fuck, it never paid to be the good guy.

“What debts do you owe around town?”

Brian named a number that made Ace blink. Fortunately, most of those debts were to him or people who owed him, so it wasn’t going to take much out of pocket to even Brian’s score.

“How about I settle all your debts? Including the ones to me and in turn I take the boy?”

“All of them?”

“Yeah.”

“Well, that will be a help but a man needs a stake to start over, and a man needs help to run a place like this.”

Greedy bastard. “Plus two hundred.”

Brian’s eyes widened. “You got the money?”

“You’ll get it.”

“You’re not getting the boy until I get the money.”

Oh, that wasn’t going to play. “I’m taking the boy when I leave here.”

“I’m just supposed to go on your word?”

“Either you take my word, or I take your life.”

Brian blinked. Ace waited for his booze-soaked mind to absorb that.

“Make up your mind. I don’t have much time.”

“You in a hurry for something?”

“I’m always in a hurry for something.” He just never knew what it was that he was searching for, but he always had that nagging feeling that it was coming. That something good his mom had always promised him was waiting just around the next corner, the something good that always turned into something bad. “Do we have a deal?”

He didn’t particularly care whether Brian agreed or not. When he left here Terrance was going with him, but it would be cleaner if the ties were severed.

Brian held out his hand. “It’s a deal.”

It’d be a cold day in hell before Ace shook the hand of a man who’d sell his son. Especially for the reasons Winter implied. Just thinking about how easily he’d done it pissed Ace off. Until on a “What the hell” Ace punched Winter in the face, knocking him over backward. The man went down hard. When he didn’t get up, Ace prodded his still form with his boot. He didn’t move. Winter was out cold. Leaving him lying on the floor, Ace stood and strolled out of the hovel masking his anger and disgust. Worthless bastard. Not worth one bit of the concern in Terrance’s expression.

With a slight nod of his head, he answered the question in Luke’s eyes. With Terrance he was a bit more vocal. “Your pa and I had a talk.”

Terrance nodded. His fists clenched.

“He’s not feeling good right now.”

“He isn’t?” It was a credit to the optimism children held that the boy thought his father must be sick. “He needs his water for his coffee. He doesn’t feel good until he has that.”

“I’m going to go to town and get Doc.”

“I’ll stay with him.”

Ace caught his arm. When the boy looked up, Ace bit back the harsh truth that nothing was going to help the man. He was so steeped in his greed and his booze that his morals were all off.

“You’re going to come with me.”

“Where to?”

“Miss Wayfield’s.”

“The schoolmarm?” He looked horrified.

Ace couldn’t blame him. He couldn’t think of a much worse fate for an eight-year-old boy than to be stuck with a schoolteacher. But then again, he couldn’t think of a much worse fate than for a schoolteacher to be stuck with an eight-year-old boy. He smiled to himself. “Yep, she’ll know what to do with you.”

The boy took a step backward out of his reach. “Why does she have to do anything with me?”

Luke came up behind him, stopping his retreat. “Because you’re eight, because you can’t take care of yourself, but mostly because people care about you.”

“I can take care of myself.”

“Just saying it doesn’t make it true, son.”

“I can!”

Luke shot him a warning glance. “We know you can but remember Ace telling you he lost that bet?”

The boy nodded.

“Well, he lost it to Miss Wayfield.”

The boy blinked. “Miss Wayfield gambles?”

With every breath she takes, Ace thought. The woman had a daring side that nobody but him seemed to see.

“She worries about you, boy. She sent me out here to check on you and your dad and she said if I found things were not looking good, that your dad needed help...”