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On the carriage ride back, the doctor and the scientist examined the messages. They were brief and not in envelopes, so it was difficult to avoid seeing the contents. Besides, if the messages were private, they would’ve come and gone via courier, not the junior runner at Western Union.
One was a note from a foreign ambassador, with thanks for a gift. The other was more interesting by far.
REACHED BIG RIVER YESTERDAY STOP ARRIVAL IN TENNESSEE PREDICTED BY TOMORROW STOP WORD FROM LOOKOUT ALL IS WELL STOP WILL BRING CARGO TO DC STOP EXPECT FULL SHIPMENT BY FRIDAY STOP
“Cargo. Shipment. ” Wellers turned the sheet over in his hand. “Railroad terms? If so, it sounds like the Pinks think it’s safe to move your momma and Caleb. ”
“Safe as houses, if Kirby Troost is coming. ”
Wellers frowned down at the message. “Is that who sent this? It isn’t signed. ”
“That’s who sent it, I’d bet my life on it. ”
“Really? Your life?”
Gideon gave it a second thought. “Yours, anyway. ”
“Who is this guy?” Wellers asked. “I’ve heard Lincoln mention him in passing, but I’ll be damned if I know more than his name. ”
A flash went through Gideon’s head—a memory of a very dark night, chosen for its clouds. A hushed caravan, including a baby that’d been given ether to keep it asleep. A boat waiting at the river’s edge, at Ross’s Landing. A searchlight, shining across the tar-black water.
Gideon cleared his throat, and with it cleared away memories that had never quite faded. “You remember the Liberation Rangers? The Union’s effort to meet the railroad in the middle, and lend a hand?”
“I remember it. Didn’t last long. ”
“No, not long, but they freed a few hundred people when all was said and done, and it was work worth doing. But Grant, or someone in his administration, decided that the program was an inefficient allocation of funds,” he said, quoting an article he’d read on the subject. “Resources were cut down to the bones, and most of the rangers were sent home. For a while they remained a very small special operations group—only the very best of them, you know—and by the end they were little more than mercenaries. But they did good things, Nelson. ”
“Were they the ones who brought you out of Tennessee?”
Gunfire and smoke. A baby who couldn’t sleep through it, not even with the drugs. A drowning. A bomb. A mad dash that left no one behind, even for all of that.
“Yes. A small team, hired by Mr. Lincoln. Led by a captain named Kirby Troost. ” He let out a short laugh, right in time with a dip in the road that made the car lurch. His voice caught in his throat. “Funny little man. Not much to look at, but that’s partly why he was so good at his job. ”
“Was? So he’s left the business? Did Lincoln bring him out of retirement?”
“Oh, I have no idea what he does these days. He got drummed out of the service, and the service closed down behind him. It was a bad story—made the papers around here; you might’ve seen it. He got caught up with the wife of a congressman, until she turned up murdered. Her husband tried to hang it on Troost, and had just enough money and power to make it stick. Never mind that all the evidence said it hadn’t been Troost at all. ”
“This is ringing a bell,” Wellers said, scratching at a spot behind his ear. “Was this the Cartinhour scandal?”
“That’s the one. ”
“The wife’s own mother wouldn’t have recognized her, or that was what I heard from the doctor who served as coroner at the time. ” Wellers scratched thoughtfully at his chin. “Yes, I remember it now. The subject was quite the rage, if you’re the sort to watch for gossip. ”
“And you’re not?”
“No. ” He shook his head. “I knew about it through Mary. You know how she keeps up with these things. ”
“Oh, yes. Mary. Well. ” Gideon reclined more comfortably, away from the rattling door and against a sturdy pillow. “Troost didn’t kill the congressman’s wife, and I’d bet my life on that. Cartinhour either did it himself or had it done. As for Troost, he took one last trip on the railroad, out of D. C. into God knows where. And about a year later Cartinhour himself turned up at a card table with his throat slit. ”
“Pure coincidence, I’m sure. ”
“Oh, absolutely. But apart from that one coincidence, I haven’t heard so much as a rumor about Troost in half a dozen years. ”
“You two will have some catching up to do. ”
“Eh. ” Gideon gazed at the countryside zipping past out the window. “He’s not much of a talker. But he’s a quick one, and slicker than you’d ever expect. I never worried about him too much. He’s the sort of man who always lands on his feet. It’ll be good to see him. ” He surprised himself to realize that he meant it. “I wonder what he’s been up to all this time. ”
Nelson Wellers shrugged. “Wait until Friday, and it sounds like you can ask him yourself. ”
