His Forbidden Bride (The Brides of Paradise Ranch (Spicy Version) Book 7) (10 page)

“It’s the boss’s daughter and her n— husband,” another of the men barked.

“No,” Honoria whispered.

Solomon shifted to block her from the snarling ranch hands. “What do you boys want?”

“
Boys
?” The first one, Ted, snorted. Solomon recognized each of the men who worked for Rex. They kept their money in his bank, after all.

“Where do
you
get off calling
us
boys?” Kyle, the one who had called him the dirty name, followed.

“Seems like if anyone here should be called ‘boy’ it’s a jumped-up slave like you,” Wayne added, then spit.

People were beginning to stir on the hotel’s front porch. Some of them strained forward to watch the confrontation while others dashed inside.

“The term wasn’t meant to give offense,” Solomon explained in measured tones. “Now if you will all excuse me, I’ve come to take my wife to dinner at the hotel.” He touched the brim of his hat. The deadly expression he wore was the real message, though.

Rex’s hands didn’t get that message.

“I always thought the boss’s daughters were fine ladies,” Keith, the last one to speak but, in Solomon’s experience, the most vicious, said. “I had no idea that this one was a darkie-loving whore.”

A few of the observers on the porch gasped in offense. Honoria swayed closer to Solomon, grasping for his hand. It was a good thing she did. If he’d had his hands free, Solomon would have punched the man’s foul mouth so hard that he’d rattle when he walked from all the teeth in his stomach.

“You need to beg my wife’s pardon,” he said in a low, dangerous voice.

“I ain’t begging for nothing from a filthy whore.” Keith narrowed his eyes, stepping closer.

“Ignore him,” Honoria whispered, squeezing Solomon’s hand. “He’s too stupid to bother fighting with.”

“I’m not asking you to apologize,” Solomon growled. “I’m telling you.”

“Boss wouldn’t like it if you got his daughter into a fight,” Ted murmured.

“Oh, I don’t think he’d mind at all,” Keith seethed, his eyes never leaving Solomon’s. “He’s madder ’n a hornet in hell about this one spoiling herself. Seems to me he’d thank us for doing him the favor of saving him the trouble of dealing with it.”

“If anyone will be dealt with, it will be you gentlemen,” Solomon said. Out of the corner of his eye he spotted Theophilus Gunn rushing out to the porch. “Only a blackguard insults a lady.”

The four hands laughed and traded sneers. “You have no idea what Rex’s got in store for you,” Kyle said.

A bolt of alarm hit Solomon’s gut. These four were child’s play to deal with. If Rex truly was intent on some sort of revenge, it could be a problem. Judging by the smug grins that his cronies wore, he’d be lucky if he could provide Honoria with the peace he’d intended to.

“Rex Bonneville had better think twice about causing trouble,” he said, knowing his words would fall on deaf ears. “He might find that he brings more harm to himself than to me.”

As expected, the four men snorted and guffawed.

“Mr. Templesmith,” Gunn spoke from the top of the stairs. “Your table in the restaurant is ready for you and your lovely wife whenever you’re ready for it.”

The sharp look for Rex’s hands that accompanied the otherwise mild comment was as dangerous as if Gunn had pointed a rifle at each of them. No one in town was quite sure what it was about the mild, white-haired man, but that unnamable something marked him as a man no one wanted to mess with. Keith and the others lost some of their swagger as they shifted as far away from Gunn’s stare as they could.

“You ain’t heard the last of this,” Keith growled as he passed Solomon and Honoria. The four men continued down Elizabeth Street, likely heading to either the Silver Dollar saloon or Bonnie’s place. Wayne spit near Solomon’s feet as he passed.

Because he missed, Solomon ignored him. He slid his arm around Honoria’s waist and ushered her up the hotel stairs to where Gunn stood.

“See,” Honoria whispered. “This was why I was worried. This is exactly what my sisters were talking about.”

Solomon shook his head. “I can handle bullies like those four.”

“But can you handle Rex Bonneville?” Gunn asked, joining them to walk inside the hotel.

“Yes,” Solomon answered unequivocally.

Neither Gunn nor Honoria looked as certain.

“I shouldn’t have done this,” Honoria sighed, biting her lip. “I shouldn’t have put you in danger.”

“Sweetheart,” Solomon stopped her, turning to her and taking her face in his hands. “I am so glad that you did that there will never be words enough to express it. I made promises to you—when I asked you to marry me, when we stood in front of Rev. Pickering in the church, and in my heart every moment that we’ve been together since. I will cherish and make good on those promises.”

She smiled up at him, her eyes glassy with tears. Solomon wasn’t sure if he loved her smile or hated that the tears were there to mar it.

“You’re a good and noble man, Solomon,” Gunn cut in from the side. “But do you think you might want some sort of protection until the situation resolves? I could arrange for some old associates to come to town to monitor your house and business.”

Solomon’s brow flew up at the suggestion—not just because Gunn was generous for offering it, but because he knew people who could act as bodyguards in the first place. The mysteries surrounding the man would fill a library.

“No,” he said at last. “I can take care of myself.”

“Are you sure?” Gunn asked. The same question was in Honoria’s eyes.

Solomon turned his head to study his wife for a moment. “Yes,” he answered at last. “There’s nothing those hooligans could do that I fear. And as for Rex, let him do his worst.”

H
onoria had
no appetite for her supper, even though it looked and smelled delicious. She couldn’t shake the feeling that she’d done something far worse than she’d ever done by thinking only of herself and putting Solomon in danger with this marriage. No matter how much he protested that that wasn’t the case. In fact, the only thing that unraveled the tension in her muscles and made her forget there was any sort of lingering danger was when Solomon took her home, undressed her, and kept her up half the night exploring new and amazing ways to lose themselves in each other’s arms.

But by the time morning rolled around, the worries were back threefold.

“I swear to you, Honoria, it will be all right,” Solomon told her as they sat across the breakfast table from each other.

Honoria dragged her troubled expression up to meet his confident one. She’d barely touched the blueberry pancakes she’d made, though Solomon had scarfed down so many that she wasn’t sure where he was putting them all. At least that thought smoothed away part of the rough edges around her heart.

“I mean it.” He reached across the table, taking her hand.

His expression turned stern and thoughtful for a moment. He truly was a beautiful man. Even frowning, the strong lines of his cheekbones and jaw made him stand out. He’d only just shaved, so the planes of his cheeks were smooth. Honoria caught herself wanting to touch them…just as she wanted to touch every part of him…just as she
had
touched every part of him last night. She could spend hours simply running her hands—and perhaps her mouth—over every inch of him.

If Solomon noticed the hot blush that came to her cheeks at the thought, he didn’t let on. “I have an idea,” he said.

Honoria sat straighter. “Oh?”

Certainty made him seem twice as large and solid as he was. “Yes. Why don’t you come to the bank with me today?”

“Me? To the bank?” Actually, the thought thrilled her.

“You’re worried about me, and something tells me you won’t rest easy until you see that I’m not in any danger. Furthermore, I could teach you how a bank works. I’ll even teach you how to work at the teller’s window, if you’d like.”

The burst of joy that filled her was completely unexpected. “Like a job? I’ve never had a job before.”

Solomon grinned. “Well, here’s your chance.”

It didn’t take much more convincing than that. He was right to think that she would feel better if she saw that he wasn’t in any danger at his bank. They cleaned up from breakfast together, then Honoria went upstairs to fix her hair and to make sure she looked bank-ly for the day.

Her confidence was shattered all over again as they walked to the bank. As they headed up Main Street, there was already a small crowd of rough-looking men loitering by the front door.

“It’s nothing,” Solomon assured her. “Sometimes people who need to make a deposit or a withdrawal arrive before I do.”

Maybe, but one look told Honoria that the men waiting worked for her father. All except for Cody and Mason Montrose. The two brothers stood on either side of the door with their arms crossed. They didn’t have weapons as far as Honoria could see, but after everything Mr. Gunn had said before supper the night before, she wondered if they were there at his request.

“Morning, gentlemen.” Solomon tipped his hat to the Montrose brothers and Rex’s workers as he escorted Honoria through them. “The bank will be open in just a moment.”

“It’d better be,” one of the ranch hands said. None of the men standing there were the ones they had encountered the night before. These ones were the grunt workers who Rex hired to do the menial jobs on the ranch. Honoria barely knew their names, but she knew their looks. None of it was reassuring.

“You need any help in there?” Mason asked as Solomon took out his key and unlocked the door.

Solomon arched his brow and replied, “I’ll let you know.”

Mason nodded.

“We’ll just be hanging around out here if you need anything,” Cody said, making it clear to the others that he had his eye on them.

“Thank you, boys,” Solomon said.

The lock clicked, and Solomon pushed open the door, whisking Honoria inside. He shut it firmly behind her.

“Mr. Templesmith, thank God you’re here!” Solomon’s assistant, Mr. Greeley, rushed forward from the long counter that served as the bank’s main transaction area.

Most banks had that area barred off from the front lobby, but there was nothing in Solomon’s bank to separate the customers from the bank employees. Honoria had never felt as though it was needed until now.

“Those men showed up just as I arrived to count the drawer this morning,” Mr. Greeley went on. “They don’t look too friendly.”

Solomon raised his hand and walked to the side of the counter, unlocking the gate and escorting Honoria through to the back part of the office. “They won’t cause any harm, Horace.” he assured him.

Mr. Greeley sent Honoria a wary look, as if he knew exactly what had prompted them to be there in the first place. “Congratulations on your nuptials, Mrs. Templesmith,” he said, but without the enthusiasm one would have expected.

“Thank you,” Honoria answered graciously all the same.

“How soon will we be ready to open?” Solomon let go of Honoria’s arm and strode over to Mr. Greeley’s side. He peered over the man’s shoulder at the ledger that sat open beside a drawer of cash.

“Any time,” Mr. Greeley answered with a shrug. “We’ve got a reasonable amount of cash on hand. Not as much as usual, since we sent off that deposit to San Francisco.”

When Honoria frowned in confusion, Solomon turned to explain, “A bank is more than just a safe to lock money away in. Folks deposit their hard-earned cash with us, but instead of having it sit here, I invest it. The investments turn a profit, and that’s how I’m able to pay interest on accounts.”

“I see.” Honoria nodded, coming closer to get a look at Mr. Greeley’s ledger. It made sense, and any other day she would have been far more interested in the process.

“Haskell isn’t exactly a financial hub,” Solomon went on. “I have accounts in San Francisco and New York City, not to mention a wide portfolio of investments. Theoretically, we have enough money to—”

His explanation was cut off by loud rapping on the door. “Open up in there!” Someone shouted. “We want our money.”

Solomon tensed. Mr. Greeley looked as though he might jump out of his skin.

“Might as well do what they say,” Solomon sighed.

He took Honoria’s hand and walked her back to the large desk at the back of the room. Mr. Greeley swallowed and walked around the counter, through the locking gate, and over to the front door.

“I keep track of all of my investments and accounts in this book.” Solomon did his best to distract her by inviting her to sit at his desk and taking a huge ledger off of a shelf beside him, but it was no use. Honoria’s eyes and attention were firmly on the front door.

As soon as Mr. Greeley opened it, her father’s men pushed through. One of them nearly knocked Mr. Greeley over in the process. Mr. Greeley only barely managed to scuttle back through the gate—locking it loudly as he went—and around to his spot near the cash drawer before the burly man in front demanded, “Give me my money!”

“Y-yes, sir,” Mr. Greeley stammered. “Right away. If you’ll just fill out this withdrawal form with your name and account number.”

Much to Honoria’s surprise, her father’s worker did as he was asked. They all did. Mr. Greeley handed out forms as the men lined up at the counter to fill them out. Nothing about their aggressive orderliness made her feel a lick better, though.

“See here,” Solomon said, still desperately trying to distract her, although his dark frown kept returning to the counter too. “Here are the accounts I have in San Francisco, and here are the ones in New York City.”

“A-are these stocks or other sorts of accounts?” she managed to ask, drawing on the minimal financial knowledge she had.

“A little of everything,” Solomon answered.

“That’s quite a bit of money.”

“It’s not as much as I’d like it to be, but I’m working on it. Given a few more years—”

“I said I want all of it!” One of Rex’s workers raised his voice.

Mr. Greeley stammered wordlessly for a moment. He had a box with file cards in front of him. Several had been pulled and arranged on the desk in front of him.

“All of it is over a hundred dollars, Mr. Jones. Are you sure you want to carry around that much money in cash?”

“Yes,” Jones barked. “Give it.”

“I want all of mine too,” another of the men spoke up. “I got sixty-three dollars and forty-two cents in here. I know. I keep track myself.” He held up a rough notepad.

“Yes, sir, Mr. Bueller.”

Solomon’s frown darkened to a dangerous scowl. He straightened, forgetting everything he was explaining. Lips pursed in a hard line, he walked up to the desk and peered over Mr. Greeley’s shoulder.

“Y’ain’t grinning now, are ye?” The man, Jones, sneered at Solomon. “Without your money, you’re not anything but a monkey in a suit.”

A cold shiver slithered down Honoria’s back. Those words sounded very much like something her father would say.

“Gentlemen.” Solomon nodded at them, not taking the bait they dangled in front of him. He did, however, take the register Mr. Greeley had been filling out before they came in and returned to the desk with it.

“Is everything all right?” Honoria whispered, hoping he would reassure her once again that, yes, it was.

Solomon set the register on the desk. Honoria rose so that he could take the chair. She leaned over his shoulder once he was seated. He pointed at the final number on the list of figures. It was an impressive one thousand three hundred and twenty-nine dollars, but Honoria still wasn’t reassured. Even less so when Solomon took a pencil and a scrap of paper, wrote “$1,329” at the top, then subtracted $114.65 and $63.42.

Honoria pressed a hand to her stomach. A moment later, she burst into coughing. That forced her to step back, but she’d already seen everything she needed to see and knew the consequences. Solomon only had so much cash on hand. If everyone who had deposited their money with him came in and demanded to withdraw everything, it was only a matter of time before the bank ran out of ready cash.

“It can’t be as bad as all that,” she whispered, resting a hand on Solomon’s shoulder. “My father only has so many ranch hands, and he doesn’t pay them
that
much.”

But she underestimated how far her father would go for revenge. The first wave of his ranch hands came and went, leaving the bank over four hundred dollars poorer. For a moment, everything settled. But within an hour, one of the smaller ranchers whose land adjoined the Bonneville ranch came in and demanded his entire savings of six hundred dollars. Not even an hour had gone by, and suddenly the bank was in real danger of running out of money.

“Well,” Solomon commented grimly as he and Mr. Greeley quickly counted the bank’s cash on hand after the rancher left, “you’re certainly learning all about banking this morning.”

Honoria couldn’t tell if he was joking. It was hardly the time to joke.

“Maybe we should invest in building that vault so we can keep more money on hand after all,” Mr. Greeley sighed. He counted the last bill and added, “Three hundred and six dollars.”

“We might be able to make it.” Solomon rubbed his jaw.

The front door opened, and a grumpy-looking tradesman stomped in. “I want to withdraw my money.”

Solomon and Mr. Greeley exchanged a look as Mr. Greeley took another withdrawal slip from its cubby. “We might have to close the bank early,” he mumbled.

Solomon shook his head. “We absolutely can’t. That’s what Rex wants. Closing the bank early will damage its reputation and open the way for investigation by state authorities. We have to remain open at all costs.”

“But if you run out of cash?” Honoria whispered.

“Give me my money now.” The tradesman banged on the counter, prompting Mr. Greeley to move faster, his hands shaking.

Solomon took Honoria’s arm and drew her away from the counter. “I guess you were right to be worried,” he said with a grim smile. “But you were anxious about the wrong thing. There are more ways to hurt a man than physically.”

Honoria’s stomach sank. He was partially right. She still wouldn’t put it past her father to murder Solomon for marrying her. “What can you do?” she asked.

Solomon leaned back, rubbing his face and sighing. Honoria could practically see his thoughts spinning, and see that he didn’t like the conclusion he came to. He grimaced, growled at the back of his throat, then said, “I need you to run over to Howard’s office. It’s his day to be in town instead of at his ranch. That’s probably why Cody and Mason are here.”

Relieved to have something to do, Honoria nodded quickly. “What should I say?”

Solomon’s wince grew, as if swallowing something bitter. “Ask how much cash he can loan me.”

Hope flooded through Honoria as she saw where he was going. “Do you think he has enough?”

“If anyone does, it’s Howard.”

She nodded. “Right. I’ll be back as fast as I can.”

She turned to rush off, then at the last moment swung back to Solomon. Heart bursting with pride and something far more tender, she lifted to her toes and kissed him square on the lips. That managed to bring a wistful smile to his face. It was all she could ask for. She whirled away and dashed for the counter and out through the gate.

Howard Haskell’s office was part of the town hall complex. He’d built it a few years after Haskell’s founding, and had modeled the whole thing on the Capitol Building in Washington D.C. It was a slightly ridiculous piece of grandeur for a small, frontier town, but as Honoria lifted her skirts to rush up the steps, she was comforted by its grandness. Surely someone who had used their own money to finance such an elaborate project would be able to help a friend in trouble.

“Honoria?” Howard glanced up from his desk as Honoria dashed into his office. The door was always open, and Howard didn’t believe in having a secretary or anyone to keep people out, even though he was mayor. “What brings you here this morning?”