VC Compleat: Robbery!

How To Rob A Bank In One Hard Lesson (pt 1)
Jules — 6 Oct 1998, 2:05 PM

It was quarter of an hour before closing time.

The Empire Bank was empty of customers, as it had been all day. Miss Julie guessed that they'd be busy enough again tomorrow, but today the townsfolk were more interested in viewing Sevenita's trial at first hand than engaging in mere commerce. The whole of Voyager City seemed to be holding its breath, waiting.

She'd let both her regular bank clerks have the day off to see the trial, and was making do with just the two men she'd been sent by the Hirogen Detective Agency. They'd picked up enough of the job to cope with the routine stuff, and she herself could do the rest.

Of course, that was only in the unlikely event that there was any call on the bank's services whatsoever. Around two in the afternoon, Detective Magnum had produced a pack of cards from his pocket and, with an apologetic look, asked her: "Would you mind? It'll help to pass the time, and if those outlaws do show up we're going to be a he11 of a lot sharper reacting to them if we haven't both fallen asleep from boredom."

She'd told the two detectives to go ahead. Later, when they'd been bewailing the fact that two players wasn't really enough to play poker, and that it was a real shame that the Agency hadn't assigned half a dozen or more men to this job, she'd offered to sit in on a hand or two if that would help. Magnum had scrunched round to make room for her at the table, explained the rules to her in an attempt to be helpful... and she had promptly repaid his kindness by winning his entire five dollars stake money off him.

Riding and shooting weren't the only games Tom Janeway had taught her to play, after all.

However, Nicholas Locarno was in an entirely different class as a poker player. She was struggling hard not to lose the money she'd won from his colleague back to him again when Magnum, who'd been dividing his time between watching the game and the occasional stroll to the front to check the windows, suddenly said:

"Group of men heading up the street from the direction of the livery stables. Still no movement from the courthouse though, so this could well be the company we've been expecting."

Locarno looked up. "How many of them?"

"At least four... Looks like seven men. Heads down, hats low. Kerchiefs up. They sure look like men who don't want to be recognised." He lifted his gun from its holster and checked it one more time. "I think this is it. Anyway, no harm in being prepared just in case."

Locarno flipped his cards face upwards on the table. "I win, I believe? I'll collect my winnings later though - provided that the Krenim Gang don't make off with them in the meantime." He caught Miss Julie by the elbow and gently assisted her to her feet. "It's a great pity that the bank has no back entrance, ma'am, or I'd send you out to safety and to alert the Marshal. Failing that however, I suggest that you conceal yourself behind the safe. There's likely to be a fair amount of shooting, once they find that we're ready for them, and those wooden counters of yours aren't going to provide much protection."

Detective Magnum agreed, calling over his shoulder as he took up position where he would be concealed by the opening door, "I reckon we've got about a minute. I'm afraid your nice bank is liable to look pretty ragged after this, Miss Julie."

Julie rolled her eyes heavenward. She didn't appreciate being treated like a delicate little flower. Or an idiot. "You really need to tell me that?"

Locarno grinned, and pushed her into the space between the sturdy metal plating of the big Brooker safe and the solid brick built outer wall of the bank. "No miracles, I'm afraid. Still if you can open up tomorrow morning, I guess it doesn't matter too much if the bank looks like a swiss cheese when you do it."

How To Rob A Bank In One Hard Lesson (pt 2)
Jules — 6 Oct 1998, 2:07 PM

Nicholas Locarno reached an arm back and pulled the heavy safe door closed. There was a slight clunking sound as it sealed, then he reached up and spun the combination lock. His eyes met Miss Julie's, dancing with barely concealed excitement as he grinned at her. He was obviously someone who thrived on living dangerously. "No point in making it too easy for them, is it?"

His turning his attention from her to the safe had given her the opportunity she needed. Miss Julie made a break from her place of concealment, raising howls of protest from the two detectives as she dived for her desk.

"What are you doing?" hissed Locarno under his breath, coming closer to losing his cool than she'd yet seen him. "There's nowhere to hide over there, and in less than a minute this place is liable to become downright dangerous!"

"I'm not a fool. I know that," she flung back over her shoulder. She got the long top drawer of the desk open and hauled out her rifle and ammunition as fast as she could, pausing only to ram the drawer home once more before retreating to her previous place of concealment. "I'm just doing what I would have done first if you hadn't insisted on dragging me over here, without so much as a by-your-leave." She fixed Locarno with an indignant glare, and leaned back into the corner as she loaded her rifle.

"Ma'am... Miss Julie... please..." protested Locarno. "We appreciate the thought. But really, this is our job..."

"And it's my bank. I think I might just have an interest in defending it, don't you? Besides, there are seven of them and only two of you. The Marshal tells me your references are impressive, but you're still outnumbered more than three to one and you can only shoot one bullet at a time. Another gun should help even the odds up, don't you think?"

"But..." Locarno frowned, unhappy about losing control of the situation but aware that nothing he was likely to be able to say or do in the next few seconds was likely to change it any. Seeing his capitulation, Julie grinned, aware she'd carried her point.

"I take it you do know how to use that thing?" he asked in a tone of resignation, although watching the speed and confidence with which she'd loaded had pretty much convinced him of the fact already. Her smile answered him.

"I'm a crack shot. Not that fast maybe, but anything I hit stays hit."

"That's a pretty good boast." He paused in double checking his revolver to give her a sidelong glance.

"No boast. In fact, I'll bet you... um... your poker winnings that I outshoot you. Of course, it's hardly fair, considering I have to reload three times to your one, but I can spare you the head start..."

Something in his expression had subtly changed. Raised eyebrows, slightly creasing his forehead, narrow gaze through half closed and assessing eyes, slight smirk barely kept in check. He'd banished the professionally inscrutable gaze he normally reserved for her as a client all of a sudden, and was giving her the look he'd previously bestowed upon the likes of Jenny Delaney.

Julie became aware that there wasn't really an awful lot of room for two people behind that safe. Also, that her hair was coming down as usual.

Well, well, well, she thought, somewhat cynically. It would seem that Detective Locarno's taste is for ladies who are... well, not always entirely ladylike. And it would seem that I've got a trick in my book that the alluring Miss Clare Darrow doesn't have in her arsenal. Well, unless she packs a couple of fancy six guns, which I wouldn't put past her. I wonder if they come in maroon?

And then the door of the bank opened and Annorax Heyes walked in.

How To Rob A Bank In One Hard Lesson (pt 3)
Jules — 7 Oct 1998, 8:01 PM

Without warning, Annorax Heyes slammed the door back on its hinges. There was a dull grunt of pain, then Detective Magnum shoved back on his own account, got his arm around the side and started firing. But it was hopeless, and he knew it. He'd needed the element of surprise on his side to get in a few telling shots early on, and he hadn't got it. If anything, the surprises were all on the other side.

Nicholas Locarno loosed off an entire round without it having much effect, then stepped back to reload. Miss Julie crept under his arm with her rifle to provide cover while he did it.

"D@mn!" Locarno swore. "How did they know we were lying in wait? I guess the bank looked too empty, made them suspicious."

There was a crack and a muffled scream as Miss Julie's first shot found a man's shoulder. The second took a gun clean out of a man's hand. That howl of pain was louder.

"He might have lost a finger, I think," was Julie's comment as she ducked back to reload. "Your turn."

Nick ducked around the corner and fired again. This time he managed to wing a man, but he also saw his partner fall. Heyes's men had been drilling the door until their bullets punched right through it. One caught Magnum in the upper arm, and swung him around into the wall. He fell heavily, collapsed, and was still.

"My turn," said Julie, counting bullets. She ducked back into position. As Locarno started to reload, he saw a movement out of the corner of his eyes as someone dived forward across the counter and rolled behind the desk. He started to call out to Julie, but she'd seen it also, and swung her gun to cover. But the rifle was awkwardly placed to track up and across, and she managed to get only one shot off before their opponent made it to his intended cover.

His gun only half loaded, Locarno was equally helpless.

"Shoot the desk," he said desperately. "The rifle should be able to punch through it, and you might wing him. It's our best chance."

"It's not any kind of chance." There was a gun pointing steadily at them both over the top of the desk, and an equally steady eye behind it. Nicholas Locarno sighed. He knew when he was beaten. This would be Kid Obrist, who didn't have a reputation as the fastest and most deadly gun in the West for nothing.

"Drop the guns and surrender. Or the lady loses a finger, just like my friend did."

The voice was sleepy, with a vague foreign drawl to it, but it carried the ring of confidence and conviction. Nick Locarno placed his gun at his feet and put his hands up. After a moment of indecision, Miss Julie did the same.

How To Rob A Bank In One Hard Lesson (pt 4)
Jules — 7 Oct 1998, 8:03 PM

"Got them, Kid?" asked Heyes.

Kid Obrist got to his feet, his gun still pointing steadily at Julie and Locarno. "Got them, Annorax. They won't be any more trouble. How's the other one?"

"Still breathing. Lucky for him. Lucky for us, too. Means they still can't pin a hanging offense on us."

While this exchange was going on, Nick Locarno glanced sideways at Julie and muttered under his breath, "They must have heard the shooting over at the courthouse or the jail. And the Marshal's expecting trouble, so he won't waste any time coming to investigate. So we've only got to hold out a few minutes. Now, you're the only one knows the combination to the safe. Might be a nicely inconvenient time for you to have a fainting fit."

Julie gave him a hard look. She'd never fainted in her life. Then she saw the sense in his suggestion, took a deep breath, and let herself drop to the floor, fighting hard against the urge to reach out an arm and lessen the impact. Nick caught her under the arms as she sagged, which helped somewhat, but it still hurt when she hit the ground and she had to bite her tongue to stop herself from crying out. Nick released his hold on her and she lay there in a crumpled heap, willing herself not to move.

There was a cry of annoyance from Kid Obrist. "The woman's fainted!" Julie heard the creak of the floorboards as footsteps moved close, as someone hovered over her. Someone slapped her cheek and she steeled herself not to react.

"Not shamming?" It was the first voice. Annorax Heyes.

"Not that I could see. I was watching them both closely. She just dropped. Didn't lift so much as a finger to help herself."

"Ah well, it means we've only the one of them to keep an eye on. You! Open the safe."

"I'd be only too pleased too," came Locarno's light sarcastic tones. "But the only one who knows the combination is the manager of the bank. That's her, lying in a heap at your feet."

Obrist swore. Annorax Heyes merely sighed. "I guess I'm going to have to crack it then. Kyle? Get me my bag. I'll need the stethoscope. How are those three over there?"

"The Preacher lost a finger. Other two are just winged." There was a flutter of dust as someone else stepped close, and Julie willed herself not to sneeze. "Here you go."

"Seven tumbler sequence. Very well. Check your watch, Obrist. If I can't do it in four minutes, we're going to have to blow it. We don't have the time to spare."

How To Rob A Bank In One Hard Lesson (pt 5)
Jules — 7 Oct 1998, 8:06 PM

For a while there was silence, punctuated only by the slow breathing of the man crouched by the safe, listening carefully to the tumblers.

"Four minutes," announced Kid Obrist.

His partner exclaimed in annoyance, and hit the safe. "This job is a shambles from start to finish! I should have known better than to agree... Is someone watching the road?"

"Yup," said Obrist. "Wheat is."

"No sign of anybody what-so-eever." It was a new voice, presumably the aforementioned Wheat. Julie kept her eyes tight shut as someone stepped on her hair and moved within an inch of her face.

"We blow it then. Kyle, get the dynamite. We're going to have to be ready to run in and grab the money the moment she blows, then hightail it out of here at speed. That jailhouse is far too close to the bank for my liking. And... hey you! Bank clerk! Make yourself useful and drag your lady boss over there out of the way if you'd like to keep her around. You might want to get both of yourselves behind that desk for protection when the safe blows. And no funny stuff while you're moving her. Obrist will keep his gun on you every step of the way."

"No funny stuff," promised Nick Locarno. He sounded almost amused.

"You're doing well," he muttered into Julie's hair, under cover of moving her. "If you can hold out just a little longer, we'll make it through." He pulled her round behind the desk, then crouched down beside her. "I don't think much of their 'protection'", he said out of the corner of his mouth, so Obrist couldn't see him do it. "If they're as lavish with their dynamite as it looks like they are, this is going to be not much more than matchwood after that blast. However, it's better than nothing." He reached a hand down and patted Julie's shoulder reassuringly.

She heard the woosh as someone lit a match, and the faint hiss as they applied it to their fuse. The outlaws moved back hastily from the safe, and as they did so she heard the one at the window - Wheat - call out, "Courthouse door's opening! Looks like the Marshal coming out. And he's got men behind him!"

"Okay, that's it." Annorax Heyes was decisive in cutting his losses. "No more time. Head for the horses and let's get out of here."

As the running footsteps died away, Nick Locarno got to his feet. Julie crawled to her knees and looked up to see him coolly and calmly pinch the still burning fuse to extinguish it, before yanking it out and throwing it away.

"Well, that was fun," he said with breezy sarcasm.

How To Rob A Bank In One Hard Lesson (pt 6)
Jules — 7 Oct 1998, 8:09 PM

As Marshal Tuvok and his men burst through the shattered door of the Empire Bank, Nick Locarno was kneeling at Magnum's side and checking for his pulse.

"How is he?" asked Julie. Now that it was all over, she found that she was beginning to shake a little, which was most irritating. She did her best to keep the quaver out of her voice however.

"Pulse is... all over the place, but fairly strong. I think he'll make it. Somebody'd better get the Doctor over here though, and fast." He looked up at Tuvok. "You've missed all the fun, I'm afraid. Did you see them go?"

"The posse has already been despatched to follow them," replied Tuvok. "They were last seen heading east."

Locarno shrugged. "Doubt you'll catch them though. They knew too well when to quit and run. Had it timed to perfection."

"Maybe." The Marshal didn't like being told his business. "Now, please tell me all the details."

As Locarno filled him in, Julie wandered back to the rear of her bank, surveying with sorrow the sad state of disrepair it was now in. Curiously, the table with its abandoned card game was practically untouched, except for a fine powdering of plaster over its surface where the outlaws had shot up her ceiling. The cards and the money lay exactly where she and Locarno had left them.

The Doctor arrived in a hurry and began examining Detective Magnum, but Julie didn't go down to hear his verdict. She didn't want to know any more about the bank robbery right now, wanted to shut it out and pretend it hadn't happened. She continued to look down at the card table, thinking thoughts she didn't like thinking.

Nick Locarno came back and found her there. He slid a comforting arm around her shoulder, and stood there with her for a moment, in silent understanding of her misery over the wreck of her little bank.

"Thinking of collecting your winnings?" he asked, eventually.

In spite of herself, she laughed. "My what?"

He grinned at her. "You winged two to my one. A bet's a bet. I owe you the entire contents of the table." He started scooping up the scattered coins and pushing them towards her.

"I shouldn't take your money," she protested. "It's practically robbery - and there's been plenty of that today already, if you ask me. You're a lousy shot, Nick. It's beyond me how you manage to stay alive. No detective should be that bad."

And that was an interesting enough thought in itself. She didn't like it very much.

To be continued in "Wrong Train To Federation City"

Wrong Train To Federation City (pt 1)
Jules — 7 Oct 1998, 8:13 PM

Marshal Tuvok thought that Miss Julie looked a little grim as she stood on the station platform to take her leave of the two detectives from the Hirogen Detective Agency, who were scheduled to depart that day on the Delta Flyer, providing escort duty for the money that the bank was sending to the secure vaults of the First Federation in Federation City now that the race meeting was over. He observed her face carefully, with concern. Her eyes had a dark, smudged look to them, as if she had not been getting enough sleep, and she was not as impeccably dressed as he would have expected of her. The dress she wore was, according to his recollection of ladies fashions, at least three seasons old and a little shabby looking. In fact, he could not remember her wearing it since the annual town picnic to mark the occasion of the Declaration of Independence two summers before.

Her hair was also coming down, but that was normal.

"This must have been a most stressful time for you," he said, attempting to make short talk. "However, it would seem that the crisis has been averted and is now at an end. Within two days the bank's capital will have reached Federation City. And in the meantime, I believe that it has an entirely satisfactory escort upon its journey." He turned to gaze over at the two Hirogen detectives, who were stamping their feet and blowing on their fingers to warm them in the cool desert air. It was barely dawn, although the Delta Flyer was expected at any moment. It was a long journey to Federation City.

"Hmm," said Miss Julie, non committally. It seemed to her that Detective Magnum, with his gun arm heavily strapped up and in a sling, couldn't really be expected to provide much more than moral support. But she followed it up with, "I understand that you're taking the train yourself, Marshal?"

"Indeed I am, Miss Julie. I have been communicating by wire with the Hirogen Detective Agency's district administrator for this area, one Artemis Gordon, in the aftermath of the regrettable incident at the bank. He* intends to take a train to Defiant City and meet our train there tonight, returning to Federation City with us on the Delta Flyer."

"So, there'll be additional security from Defiant City..." said Julie, almost to herself.

"Indeed. But not just for the bank." Tuvok looked around him, almost furtively, to see if there was anyone within earshot, and gestured that Miss Julie should draw closer. In a lowered voice he continued, "I understand that there will also be a gold shipment on the train, from the Horta Mine at Janus."

Julie looked faintly alarmed. "Should you be telling me this?"

"Naturally not, Miss Julie. But I believe that I can trust your discretion with information of a confidential nature, and I wished to reassure you that your money would be safe."

Poor Tuvok, thought Julie as the Delta Flyer chugged into the station and pulled to a halt with an ear splitting screech of brakes. He actually believes it will be. Me, I've more trust in the Alpha and Delta Railroad's transit insurance.

Wrong Train To Federation City (pt 2)
Jules — 7 Oct 1998, 8:16 PM

"Miss Julie!" She was swung around on the station platform by Nicholas Locarno, in breezy good spirits. Detective Magnum grinned at his elbow, although the deep shadows under his eyes indicated that he was still in some considerable pain from the bullet wound to his shoulder. It had broken his upper arm, and Doc Holliday had operated long into the night to piece the shattered fragments back together again. For a time he had thought that he might have to amputate."**

"Come to see us off?" asked Locarno.

"You... and my money." She nodded to the train, where her bank clerk Rom was loading the sacks into the safe car, under the marshal's watchful eye.

"Yes. Well hopefully that little episode is over now. And you can trust us to look after your money the rest of the way as if our lives depended upon it."

"I'm sure I can," she responded, reaching out to shake the hand that Locarno offered her. In spite of her mood and apprehensions, she was unable to resist a brief flash of amusement when he dipped a bow over it, and flashed her his most dazzling charming smile one more time.

Isn't it funny, she thought. Tom does a bow just like... Then she collected her thoughts.

"Goodbye gentlemen," she said, and gave a polite nod of farewell to Detective Magnum. "It's been... well, not always a pleasure, but certainly interesting knowing you."

Nicholas Locarno helped his colleague up into the train, then turned back for one last parting word. "Perhaps we'll meet again."

"Indeed," she agreed. "In fact, I'm sure of it."

And the last she saw of him as the train pulled out of the station and build up a head of steam to power it up the long slow climb towards Defiant City, was the quizzical expression on his face as he stared back down the track, wondering just what she might have meant by that.

Wrong Train To Federation City (pt 3)
Jules — 7 Oct 1998, 8:19 PM

Pausing only to give some last minute instructions to Rom, who would be running the bank that day in her absence, Julie left the station and hurried across the main street to the livery stables. She blinked a little upon entering its dark and dusty interior, then whistled cautiously. Tom Janeway popped his head around a stall and grinned at her.

"Train get off okay? You ready to roll?"

"More or less. Is that stall over there free? Give me a minute, then." She disappeared briefly, and returned holding an armful of fine linen and lace. "Just divesting myself of half a dozen layers of petticoats. I can't ride in them, but it would have looked awfully odd if I'd gone to the station dressed like this."

Tom gave her a casual glance and shrugged. "Oh, I don't know. I like the natural look. You practically need to blackmail B'Elanna into wearing more than minimal petticoats under her dress at the best of times. And Lee-Marie just wears trousers. You look fine. So I guessed right then? You plan on riding astride rather than with the side-saddle?"

"You were the one who said that if we were riding fast in rocky terrain it would be suicidal for the horse to have its centre of gravity off balance, remember? You said something about 'faster' as well, as I recall. Don't worry; I still remember how. I've not been a good girl for that long. Any idea where I can put these?"

Tom's blue-grey eyes danced wickedly, eyeing her bundle of skirts. "Give them to me and I'll put them in Larson's front office. Might cause a bit of a sensation if anybody finds them there, but you'll get them back okay. Just don't tell anyone that I put them there for you or B'Elanna'll have my hide."

"Isn't she coming too? I thought..."

"She went ahead last night. Left at dusk with Liberty, Intrepid and your horse. The plan was that she was going to camp out in the foothills, at the far edge of the Nekrit Expanse. There's plenty of places there where you can camp unseen, even with three horses, and get a good view of the terrain for miles around. We discussed it, and decided that with the hard riding we're planning on doing today, we'll most likely need a change of horses."

Julie nodded, busy with hairpins as she pulled her already descending hair out of its normal bun, and tied it back out of the way instead. "So, if B'Elanna's taken Cochrane on ahead, what am I riding now?"

"I'm taking Drake. I've brought Sacajawea for you." He saw the doubt in her face. Despite her bold words, Julie wasn't the rider that he or B'Elanna was, and she was used to her own horse. "We thought it best that way; Cochrane's more Liberty and Intrepid's speed. Don't worry, you'll like her. She's got good manners, nice smooth paces, and I've never heard anyone at the Delta Q say a bad word about her." He thought for a moment, his forehead creasing into a frown. "Well, apart from Chakotay that is. But that doesn't count."

Julie edged into the stall he'd indicated, and ran her hand down the neck of the strawberry roan mare, relaxing slightly as Sacajawea turned a wise and placid eye to her and whickered softly in greeting. She sighed, untied the mare, and led her out. "I guess we'd better be on our way then."

Tom was already swinging himself into the saddle of the tall dark gelding Drake, black as night apart from his four white socks and the faintest pinprick of a star on the whorl of hair above and between his eyes. He leaned back, placing a hand on his horse's rump as Julie mounted, fixing her with a concerned look.

"I still think you're overreacting."

"Whereas I merely hope I am," Julie said grimly. "Still, it's my call... and my turn to call in a favour. Let's do it."

Within minutes they were racing away across the Nekrid Expanse and towards the foothills of the Venus range. Far to their right, the Delta Flyer was a receding pinprick in the distance.

Wrong Train To Federation City (pt 4)
Jules — 7 Oct 1998, 8:24 PM

Marshal Tuvok believed himself to be a man not easily roused to emotion, but he had to confess that he was somewhat concerned at the irregularity of the arrangements upon the Delta Flyer.

The two detectives from the Hirogen Agency had been commendably thorough in their attention to duty, sticking close to the Boothby & Jellico safe in the freight car which housed the money in transit from Miss Julie's bank. They were polite, personable, and alert. He had no complaints about them even if, like Miss Julie, he seriously doubted that the injured Detective Magnum would be much use in a fight if anything untoward should happen.

No, his problem was with the occupants of the next car.

The Treasury Department had seen fit to send a compliment of Starfleet Cavalry along to protect the high grade gold bars from the Horta mine that were currently on route to Federation City, and from there onwards east across the country to their final destination at Fort Knox. Tuvok approved of the precaution. He didn't however approve of the Cavalry Officers in question, who seemed altogether too much the worse for drink for his liking. Also, they had a lady in there with them.

Or perhaps, he thought, lifting one eyebrow, terming her a 'lady' might be... somewhat imprecise.

Jacqueline Sito slid her way around the door into their car and smiled at them. She wore rather less feathers and more jewellery than was normal at either Quark's bar, or even Madame Maxine's, but there was no mistaking the cut of that fine silk dress.

"I'm just on my way to the buffet car to fetch more drinks for my gentlemen," she said. She smiled, with a joyous radiance that lit up the entire room. Even Tuvok noticed it. "Can I get you gentlemen something while I'm there?"

Tuvok and Detective Locarno hastily declined. "But my partner here would appreciate a whiskey, if it's not too much trouble," added Locarno, looking across at Detective Magnum with some concern. He was perspiring slightly, and looked faintly feverish.

"I shouldn't, Nick," he said, faintly protesting.

"No, go ahead. It's medicinal, after all."

Doc Holliday had suggested that it might be best if Magnum waited a little longer before travelling. When the detective had calmly reiterated his intention to join the scheduled train, he had thrown up his hands in exasperation, declaring, "I strongly advise you to rest. I will not be held responsible for the consequences. Are members of the Hirogen Detective Agency always this difficult?"

Locarno had given some glib reply, but Tuvok hadn't caught it.

Miss Sito came back with Detective Magnum's drink, which to be fair did go some way towards restoring his colour. She then returned to her 'gentlemen', and Tuvok settled himself back into his seat and began a light doze, in the course of which he found himself composing a succinct and eloquent note to Red Squad's commanding officer on the subject of their abhorrent behaviour.

He was only woken from this happy pastime when the train slammed to an abrupt and unscheduled halt.

Wrong Train To Federation City (pt 5)
Jules — 7 Oct 1998, 8:27 PM

"What happened? Where are we?" Tuvok was instantly alert.

"We're somewhere in the foothills of the Mountains of Venus," said Nick Locarno. He had slid open the side door of the freight car slightly, and was peering cautiously up the track. "Probably no more than an hour out of Defiant City. As to what happened, at a first guess, I'd say somebody just tipped half a mountain off that cliff up there, in front of our train."

Tuvok peered out over his shoulder. "Ah yes. Kolvoord's Bluff. The shape of the peak is unmistakeable."

"Really?" enquired Locarno, but without much real interest. "In any case, the drivers have got their shovels out and are attempting to dig a way through to the clear track ahead, but it's my guess that we'll be receiving company any minute now, so they might as well save their efforts."

"From which I surmise that you do not believe this rockfall to have been a natural phenomenon."

Locarno got that cocky grin on his face that had annoyed Tuvok since the moment he'd met him. "I do not. And if you'll excuse me saying so, neither do you, Marshal Tuvok."

"Here they come," put in Detective Magnum, bright eyed with fever but still alert. "Horses approaching from the rear. Lots of them."

He fumbled for his gun with his left hand. Nick Locarno's gun had appeared in his hand as if by magic. Marshal Tuvok followed their example, after prudently sliding the door to and bolting it.

For a time all they could do was listen, and try to guess at what was going on. There was movement and shouting, even a little gunfire, but then everything went quiet again. Tuvok looked across at Locarno and raised an eyebrow in silent query. The detective shrugged.

Then there was a shout from directly outside their car.

"Open the door, throw your guns out, and then come out yourselves with your hands over your head! Nice and sloooow!"

"And what if we don't choose to?" Nick Locarno yelled back through the door.

"Then we shoot this nice lady we've got standing out here! And if that don't fetch you, we drill a few holes in the side of this car! Figure you can't duck forever! If we shoot enough, one of them's bound to get you!"

Tuvok looked at Locarno. Locarno looked at Magnum. Magnum looked at Tuvok.

"He's got a point," Magnum said, somewhat reluctantly. His fellow lawmen nodded grimly. "I guess we'd better do as he says."

They climbed wearily down from the rail car. A grinning black man who was addressed once or twice as Ben reached down and collected their guns, adding them to the bagful he already had. The place was bristling with guns, and a good half of them were pointing at a sobbing Jacqueline Sito. That changed the moment the lawmen emerged. From that point on the majority were pointing directly at them. Two of the gang - a nondescript man and a brown haired woman - shouldered them aside. The woman crawled into the car they had just vacated, then turned back to receive the parcel of dynamite which her companion was holding rather gingerly. When she had taken it from him, he too jumped inside.

Most of the passengers appeared to have been herded forward toward the engine, where they were effectively trapped from fleeing further by the fallen rocks. Their number included the Starfleet Cavalry squad, all of them looking rather the worse for wear. By the looks of things, the outlaws had already got the gold out of its car and were busy loading as much of it as they could carry onto their pack horses. Tuvok thought he recognised one of the outlaws doing the loading.

"That's 'Slim' Sam Lavelle," hissed Detective Magnum in his ear, seeing the direction his eyes had taken. "And the guy doing all the talking is Wes 'the Kid' Crusher. I guess that makes this the Nova Gang. We're in big trouble."

Wes Crusher laughed, overhearing them. "You were expecting maybe the Krenim Gang?"

Wrong Train To Federation City (pt 6)
Jules — 7 Oct 1998, 8:30 PM

"Perhaps," acknowledged Marshal Tuvok. "It would have been the logical conclusion."

Crusher laughed. "What, because they tried to rob your bank in Voyager City two days ago? It was a put up job. We paid them to do it... and to take a dive. All to lull you into a false sense of security so that you wouldn't expect this. And it worked, didn't it?"

Marshal Tuvok took a deep breath and kept his cool. "This train is due to pull in to the station at Defiant City in precisely 47 minutes. At that time, the alarm will be raised, and a posse will be dispatched immediately."

Wes Crusher heaped scorn on that idea. "And you don't think that before your 47 minutes are up - and certainly before a posse can ride back through an hour's worth of hard going - this happy little band of ours won't have simply disappeared into the night? It's almost sunset now." He raised his voice. "Hajar! Albert! How's that safe coming?"

The man appeared in the doorway. "Just about ready to cook. Jean's just pushing in the blasting cap now."

"Okay, Josh. How long are you giving it?"

"Ten second fuse, we reckon." He turned back to listen to his companion. "We're ready now."

Both outlaws jumped down. The woman had the fuse in her hand. Crusher turned and pushed the sobbing Jacqueline Sito to the ground, then fired his gun skywards to get everybody's attention. "Everybody down! We're blowing the safe! If it blows your head off as well because you were too ornery to duck, I'm not going to be held responsible!"

Tuvok dropped hastily to the ground, watching the Hajar woman light the fuse and run for cover as Locarno helped Magnum down beside him. There was a loud bang that almost burst his eardrums, and the entire car containing the safe appeared to light up from the inside. And Nick Locarno made his move.

He'd noticed that Wes Crusher was more interested in the results of the explosion than in what he was doing with his gun. Seeing it waver off the female hostage for a moment, he rolled suddenly and jumped the outlaw, wrestling his gun from him in an instant. He cocked the hammer, and pointed it at Crusher's head.

"Tell them to drop their guns."

Crusher paused for a moment then said, "Very clever, Mr Detective. But you might want to look behind you."

Locarno didn't need to. He heard six guns click simultaneously, and knew the game was up. Slowly, so that he couldn't be misunderstood, he pushed the gun he'd acquired so fleetingly forward, to the full extent of his arms, then raised his arms over his head as he pulled himself back upright to a kneeling position.

"Very good, Mr Detective," said Crusher's voice in his ear. "I can see you're an intelligent man. You won't resist at all while we tie your hands behind your back, will you? Because if you do, Josh Albert here is going to blow your brains out."

Wrong Train To Federation City (pt 7)
Jules — 7 Oct 1998, 8:33 PM

Locarno did as he was told, putting his hands behind his back and doing his best not to flinch when they were bound tightly and he was roughly jerked to his feet. Crusher waved a gun in his face, and he tried not to give him the satisfaction of blinking when it got too close. Looking across, he saw that Miss Sito was similarly tied, and that they were bringing up the horses. Jean Hajar ran across from the freight car.

"All loaded, Wes. We're ready to move out."

"Good." Wes Crusher waved his gun at the assorted occupants of the train for a change, giving Nick Locarno the chance to blink. "Now, we're going to leave you now. And to make sure that you don't try anything silly to stop our escape, we're taking this fine lady along with us, as a hostage. And... you too, Mr Detective." He got back in Locarno's face. "Smart man like you'll probably appreciate seeing the outlaw life from the inside for a change." He rammed his gun into Locarno's back, indicating that he should start moving towards the horses, and quickly.

As the outlaws galloped off, they turned in their saddles and shot back a volley of covering fire that had the marooned passengers diving for the rail cars to evade the flying bullets. When it was over, Detective Magnum picked himself up off the rails underneath the buffet car, where he had taken refuge, and said sadly to Marshal Tuvok:

"D@mned if I know what I'm going to say to Artemis when she gets out here. I'm guessing she'll come over with the posse. But with the money gone, and Nick gone, it's a pretty sorry situation. And that pretty Miss Sito too."

"Agreed," stated Marshal Tuvok, trying in vain to put some shape back into his battered hat. "A most unsatisfactory state of affairs." Then he thought back on something that Detective Magnum had just said, and replayed it in his mind. "Excuse me. Concerning Detective Gordon. Did you say 'she'?"

Wrong Train To Federation City (pt 8)
Jules — 7 Oct 1998, 8:35 PM

"They're on the move," reported B'Elanna, who could see furthest and best. "Can't see much other than ears and hats though... they're heading back along the track. I'm guessing that once they're out of sight of the train they'll cut up into the foothills and start heading over this way. Foothills north head into Cardassian territory, and no one would be fool enough to do that." She rolled over, and fixed her eyes on Tom pleadingly. "Think you can tell me now how you knew there was going to be a robbery?"

Tom shook his head. "Not me. This is Julie's show, as I told you."

"Julie?" B'Elanna's eyes shyed nervously in the direction of the banker. She guessed that she wasn't used to seeing the other woman in such unconventional surroundings, and it was taking a bit of time to get comfortable with that. So she was... cautious. And she hated herself for it.

Julie sat hunched with her hands on her knees, chin propped on hands, staring into the hazy distance, willing herself to see as far as B'Elanna could. She gave a sigh. "I didn't know. I suspected. There was just something so very phony about that robbery at the bank. It felt... choreographed."

B'Elanna reminded herself that Miss Julie was a patron of the city's Opera House, and probably used fancy words like that all the time. But, while she wouldn't have put it quite that way herself, she knew what the other woman meant. "So you smelt a rat, and we're out to catch him? Is that it?"

"Something like that, yes." Julie saw Tom Janeway's jaw clench, saw him bite his lip and frown. He turned away to hide it quickly enough, but she'd known - or suspected - enough to look for it, and wasn't fooled.

"I can see them!" he said suddenly, turning back. "B'Elanna was right; they're coming this way. Time we were moving." He scrambled down the steep slope from their lofty lookout point to where they'd left the horses, and mounted Intrepid. The others slithered down the scree in his wake, to grab Liberty and Cochrane and spur them after him.

Wrong Train To Federation City (pt 9)
Jules — 7 Oct 1998, 8:38 PM

This wasn't the country round Icebox Canyon and the Big Coffee that Tom and B'Elanna knew so well, but the three of them had good horses, and they'd rested and watered them since arriving at their chosen vantage point in the early afternoon, so it was easy enough to keep on the move on the upper ridges, and keep the outlaws constantly in sight. They had taken a more direct route than the train, which had to dogleg around the foothills in order to keep the gradient manageable for the train. Steep slopes weren't something that had bothered the horses, so they'd made good time. And it had been reasonably obvious where the ambush must come, if it came at all.

"Lost them," announced B'Elanna suddenly. "No, there they are, filing through that cut into the valley below. Hey, isn't that where the old Titan mine workings are?"

"I think so," said Tom, staring hard. He suddenly sounded less gloomy, more like his normal self as he added. "I think they must have prisoners. Two of the riders are being led, and it looks like their hands are tied behind their backs. A man and a woman."

Julie looked across at him sharply. "I take it you think you've recognised one of them?"

"I think so." For a moment Tom almost smiled, and then his face filled again, this time with apprehension as he pondered upon the implications of being a prisoner of the outlaws. He dismounted cautiously as they approached the valley. Leaving their horses tethered on the other side of a ridge, they edged closer for a better view.

It seemed that the outlaws were home. They were dismounting, leaving the two prisoners on their horses and unattended for a moment while they let off a bit of steam and pent up nerves, indulging in an orgy of backslapping and congratulations.

B'Elanna saw something out of the corner of her eye, and tapped Tom on the shoulder to point it out to him as well. "Look over there. The male prisoner..."

Unguarded and unobserved, Nick Locarno had somehow managed to screw his bound hands round far enough so that he could saw at his bonds with the pommel of the saddle. As they watched with quickening interest, the ropes came loose, and with an admirable economy of effort he slid down his horse's shoulder, landing within a foot of Wes Crusher, picking the gun from the other man's holster and pressing it against his ear.

Even from across the valley, the watchers could hear the click as he drew back the hammer.

Wrong Train To Federation City (pt 10)
Jules — 7 Oct 1998, 8:41 PM

For a man with a gun to his head, Wes Crusher behaved with remarkable calm and self control. He turned slowly to face the man with his finger on the trigger, looked him in the eye, and slowly smiled.

"The gun's not loaded, Nick. I shot the entire round off to cover our retreat."

For a man to whom the gun ought to have been his one chance at freedom, Nicholas Locarno reacted to being thwarted with a calm equanimity that more than matched Wesley's. He gave a wry grin, hefted the gun in his hand, then casually tossed it back to its owner, who caught it and returned it to his holster. "I knew that. I just wasn't so sure that you'd been counting too. And don't forget, that's twice today..."

He seemed to settle back on his heels for a moment, then the fist came flashing out, straight and true, and caught Wesley on the chin. Wes staggered back, stunned and reeling, lost his footing, and ended up in a tangle of legs in the dirt. Curiously, none of his fellow outlaws moved to help him or hinder his assailant, although somebody sniggered as he looked up, grimaced, put a hand gingerly to his chin to reassure himself that it was still there - it felt somehow as if it had been disconnected from his face - and spluttered:

"What the...? Nick, what the he11 was that all about???"

Nick Locarno dropped to one knee and knelt in the dirt beside the indignant outlaw. "Wesley, Wesley, Wesley, what am I going to do with you? You go shooting your mouth off to marshals and detectives about the fact that the bank holdup by the Krenim Gang in Voyager City wasn't exactly their idea, and sooner or later they're going to figure out that you're not smart enough for it to be your idea either. Which means that they're going to start wondering whose idea it was, which - I confess - concerns me more than a little. You know, I really think I might have to promote Sam here to playing the part of the Nova Gang frontman instead of you."

Sam Lavelle looked smugly pleased with himself on hearing this. Wesley shot him a murderous look.

"Now get up." Nick got to his own feet, edged a boot tip in under Wesley's posterior, and lifted it to help Crusher on his way. "Make yourself useful and untie Jacqueline so she can get down off that horse." He turned. "And the rest of you. Get those horses under cover. Sure this is isolated country, and we haven't seen a soul other than Old Man Miles in the month we've been holed up here, but who's to say that today won't be the day that he chooses to come wandering over this way again, even if this mine is all worked out? And don't forget, there'll likely be a posse out by sundown. Ben and Josh, head back to the entrance to the valley and check for traces of our having come through here. Take a couple of branches with you and wipe out any tracks you find. And carefully, please. Dead leaves and scuffed dirt are as much of a giveaway as an actual hoofprint."

Jacqueline Sito slid gracefully down from her horse as Wes Crusher sulkily cut her bonds, and smiled at the Nova Gang's leader, rubbing her wrists as she did so. "A little sore, maybe, but it'll soon pass. You might have a word with Taurik though. He does tend to get a little overenthusiastic at times, and he tied them too tight again."

"He did indeed," agreed Nick, inspecting his own wrists and holding them out for inspection. Sito took a look, then made a face.

"Rope burns. Nasty."

"Mostly self inflicted though. My own fault. I didn't feel like waiting."

Sito nodded in perfect understanding. "Wes has been asking for it of late."

Nick grinned, and clapped her on the back. "Now, let's go inside and see what the haul was this time. Between the gold shipment from Janus and the money coming out of the Empire Bank in Voyager City, there should be enough to satisfy everybody's expectations for a change..."

Wrong Train To Federation City (pt 11)
Jules — 7 Oct 1998, 8:44 PM

Across the valley, three figures raised their heads cautiously above the high rocky outcrop that was their vantage point to look down one last time upon the abandoned mine workings that were the outlaws' hiding place, before wriggling slowly down the slope and back to the horses they'd tethered nearby. Tom Janeway went directly to Intrepid, staring into his horse's neck as he made a big fuss of him and disentangled the reins from the half dead tree he'd tied him to. His jaw worked as he fought for self control, and the two women waited in silence for him to take the lead. Clearly he was not happy.

Finally he said, "Okay... I guess you were right, Julie. When it looked like they'd taken him prisoner, and then when we saw him free himself and get that gun, I'd hoped... Oh, I don't know what I'd hoped." He sighed, and became vastly fascinated by the study of his boot as he traced patterns with it in the dust. "But it seems that that was just more play acting like the rest of it. He's one of them; got to be." He sighed again. "D@mn."

Julie echoed him. "D@mn."

B'Elanna looked from one to the other in silent curiosity, as Tom gave a bitter little laugh and, with a twisted smile that came nowhere near reaching his eyes, said to Julie, confidingly, as if he'd almost forgotten that B'Elanna was even there, "He got to you, didn't he?"

"Of course not!" The denial came out so fast, so explosively, all three of them knew it to be false. Julie shook her head, ran a shaking hand across her forehead, blinked furiously to clear the suspicious looking mist from her eyes, and said, with a smile almost as crooked as Tom's own, "Well, maybe just a little. He may be a rogue, but he can be a very charming rogue when he puts his mind to it."

"Yeah," Tom agreed. "I guess you could call it the family curse. He robbed you blind, but boy did he smile prettily while he was doing it."

Julie laid a gently sympathetic hand on his shoulder, which seemed odd to B'Elanna, considering that Tom was the one commiserating with her. She shifted position slightly, not exactly hostile to her lover's friend, but curious, questioning. Julie glanced across and caught her expression, then turned back to Tom.

"I take it you've not told B'Elanna, then?"

Tom shook his head. "No. Although... I guess it doesn't surprise me too much to learn that you've figured it out. You've seen a lot of him, and people do keep telling me about the resemblance."

"Perhaps you'd better tell her now though."

"Tom...?" B'Elanna sounded puzzled, and vaguely reproachful. "Not another secret, surely?"

"Yeah." He frowned apologetically, then took a step and caught B'Elanna's hands in his own. "One I've been keeping since I was six years old. And you knew a bit of it - as Julie did - that I was adopted, just like Harry and Kes. But there's more. You see, I had a brother."

Light suddenly dawned on B'Elanna. "Ohhhh, let me guess..."

Tom nodded. "Yep, that's right. Nowadays he's calling himself Nick Locarno."

to be continued in "The Posse That Wouldn't Quit"

The Posse That Wouldn't Quit (pt 1)
Jules — 12 Oct 1998, 1:55 PM

Night had fallen by the time that Tom, B'Elanna and Julie had retraced their steps and brought their weary horses back along the mountain trails to the place where they had spent the afternoon watching and waiting for the train. From that high vantage point above Kolvoord's Bluff they could see down into the cutting where tiny pinpricks of golden light from the lanterns that had been set showed that the Delta Flyer was still there, where it had been stranded. The steady, regular screech as metal scraped against stone bounced off the rocky walls and echoed up the cliffs to where they stood.

"I guess they're still digging the train out," said Tom, and nudged Intrepid with his knee and a slight feel of the rein to turn him. "Let's hit that lower trail and head down there. But carefully, mind. It's my guess they're going to be pretty suspicious of any strangers on horseback after what happened earlier."

They cut down on to the trail the outlaws had used earlier to make their escape, and filed down onto the flat rough cut track bed with its overlay of shingle. Calling out loudly and repeatedly that they were friends, they made their way amidst the curious gaze of the Delta Flyer's passengers past the stranded train and up towards the engine where most of the current activity seemed to be.

"Tom Janeway?" At the sound of a familiar voice, Tom halted Intrepid and leaned down to see Marshal Tuvok's face dimly lit by the flickering glow of the lantern he carried.

"Marshal! Just the man I want to see! You needn't tell us what happened; we were up in the mountains and saw the whole thing. There's been no posse from Defiant City yet?"

"On the contrary," Tuvok responded, with his usual precision. "Marshal Sisko and his men arrived with admirable promptitude, and are following the trail of the train robbers."

"They are?" Tom swung his head up in surprise, and glanced across at his two companions who looked equally at a loss for an explanation. "That's curious. We've just headed back that way - after tracking the outlaws all the way to their hideout - and we didn't see sight nor sound of anyone. Which way did they go? Did you see?"

Marshal Tuvok indicated that Sisko and his men had gone north.

Tom laughed, though he sounded anything but amused. "They must have prepared a false trail in advance, for the posse to follow. It's a brilliant scheme! Not only does it send the posse off in totally the wrong direction, but it puts them in Cardassian territory as well. Which might - if they're unlucky enough to encounter a hunting party - delay them permanently, rather than just put them off the scent a little."

"Indeed?" Tuvok showed interest. "I had thought that the Marshal picked up the trail with remarkable ease," he elaborated. "Even though - naturally - he does have Mr Worf's Klingon tracking skills at his disposal. But there is no doubt in my mind that the leader of this gang is a very clever man, who delights in the use of misdirection. I would be fascinated to meet him."

Tom and Miss Julie shared an uneasy glance. Then Tom slid down from Intrepid's back, bit his lip, and after a moment's inner struggle finally said the words:

"Um... Marshal Tuvok. I think you should know that you already have."

The Posse That Wouldn't Quit (pt 2)
Jules — 12 Oct 1998, 1:59 PM

"This is Detective Diane Gordon," announced Tuvok, making the introductions. "She heads up the Hirogen Detective Agency bureau for this district. Detective Gordon, this is Miss Julie Lang, the manager of Voyager City's Empire Bank." The two women shook hands and eyed each other up appraisingly.

"So it's Diane Gordon?" queried Miss Julie. "I could swear that Detective Magnum called you Artemis when he mentioned you earlier. I was expecting a man."

"So was Marshal Tuvok," responded the detective, and laughed. "The full name's Diane Artemis Gordon, but I often use Artemis when I'm undercover on a case. For some reason my men like to call me by it." And she gave a brief, friendly nod in the direction of Detective Magnum, hovering at her shoulder. Julie nodded a greeting to the detective, as Tuvok continued:

"And these are Mr Janeway and Miss Torres, of the Delta Q Ranch. All three of them claim to have witnessed this afternoon's regrettable incident."

"Better than that," put in Tom. "We trailed the gang back to their hideout. We know where they're holed up. And..." He sighed, and paused for a moment to gather his courage, eyeing the two Hirogen detectives and wishing that there was some easy way to say the words. This was going to hit them pretty hard too. "...we know who their leader is."

"You do? Then lead us to them!" Thomas Magnum was simmering with suppressed anger, hampered by the injury that kept him from making any active contribution, and badly in need of something to hit and take out his pent up frustrations on. He turned a regretful eye on Miss Julie. "They've got Nick, you know."

Julie shook her head sorrowfully. "Nick's their leader, Thomas. He fooled us all."

It silenced the two Hirogen detectives for a moment before Diane Gordon said crisply, "Nonsense! From the reports I've received from the Marshal here and Detective Magnum, Detective Locarno tried to overpower the Nova Gang's leader, and was taken prisoner for his pains. He and a female passenger were tied up and taken along as hostages. You must be mistaken."

"No mistake," Tom stated flatly. "We watched them for some time. Detective Locarno may have been tied up when he left here, but he sure didn't act like a prisoner once they got where they were going. He was calling the shots. Take my word for it." He glanced across at Tuvok. "You were the one who said that their leader enjoyed misdirection."

"But..." Detective Magnum was at a loss for words. He'd worked with and liked Detective Locarno for several years, and was having trouble adjusting to this new idea of him.

"How good a shot would you say Nick Locarno is, Detective?" Miss Julie asked quietly.

"Nick? Pretty good. I doubt he could take out someone like Kid Obrist in a one on one, but he's better than most." Detective Magnum raised an eyebrow in question, uncertain what she was getting at, but increasingly convinced that whatever it was, he wouldn't like it.

"Then how do you explain how he managed to fire off two entire rounds from his revolver... and only managed to graze one man with an accidental richochet? There were seven men doing that robbery, Detective, and it's a pretty small bank. It almost had to be harder to miss them than not. It had to be deliberate."

Detective Magnum gave her a strange look, almost wary. But then, dressed for riding and dishevelled from long hours in the saddle, she wasn't quite the genteel lady he'd been used to seeing in the environs of the bank. "There were three men wounded, I thought."

Julie rolled her eyes in exasperation. "Well, you were unconscious on the floor at the time so you could hardly be expected to know, but... I took out the other two. Obviously." She drew breath for a moment, suddenly frowned as a thought caught up with her, then exploded. "You mean, he told you he'd hit them? The nerve of it!"

The Posse That Wouldn't Quit (pt 3)
Jules — 12 Oct 1998, 2:03 PM

Thomas Magnum frowned, and the sudden flare of anger in his eyes made it obvious that he'd just narrowed the shortlist of people he'd like to take his frustrations out on to a single candidate. "Well, not in so many words. But he did kind of imply that your shooting was... uh, more enthusiastic than accurate."

Even in the dim light of Marshal Tuvok's lantern it was obvious to all present that Miss Julie's face had taken on the aspect of a thundercloud. B'Elanna glowered in sympathy. Magnum flinched. Tuvok raised an eyebrow. Detective Gordon watched them all thoughtfully, while with one small part of her mind she rehearsed 47 different variations on the theme "You're fired!" so that she could be absolutely certain of having exactly the right words for the occasion when she finally caught up with her errant colleague.

And Tom laughed, in spite of himself. "I'd hate to be in his shoes right now. Robbing your bank... well, that's one thing. But questioning your shooting? That's a matter of pride. Unforgiveable." He looked across to Cochrane, who was nosing around the poor grazing at the track side, investigating every meagre blade of grass, and stared thoughtfully at the rifle strapped to his saddle. "I wouldn't want to be him, looking down the business end of your rifle barrel, and that's a fact."

Julie looked back at him, a certain grim amusement in her eyes indicating that she was very much in tune with his current gallows humour. "You think I'll get the chance?"

"Maybe. Marshal?" Tom appealed to Tuvok. "I don't think we can afford to wait until the Defiant City posse gets back. There's no knowing how long those outlaws will stay put where they are. And once they move on, we've lost them... and the money."

"My thoughts exactly. We need to get back to Voyager City and round up a posse of our own there." Tuvok turned to Tom. "Do you think that your horse might bear an additional passenger?"

Tom nodded. "Yeah. Actually though, we can do better than that. We brought a change of horses. They're tethered out on the edge of the Nekrit Expanse, about halfway between here and Voyager City. We've got to pick them up anyway, before any targs get their scent and come sniffing around, but I guess they wouldn't mind a new rider." Tom cocked his head appraisingly, and glanced at the two detectives. "Guess we could take a couple more passengers as well, if it came to that."

There was a shout from the track ahead, then somebody pulled hard on the steam whistle of the engine. "Track's clear," reported Detective Magnum, who had been keeping an eye on proceedings. He looked down at his useless arm and sighed.

"I guess this is where I say goodbye to you for the present. The train'll be moving out in a few minutes, and I'm no good to you with a shot up arm. You go with them, Artemis. Meanwhile I'll go on to Defiant City with the Flyer, and see if I can't make contact with Marshal Sisko and his men when they get back." He looked across at Tuvok. "And I'll wire ahead of you to Voyager City to start forming your posse before you arrive. We'll be in Defiant City in an hour or so, and you've still got a long ride back." And, glancing at Miss Julie, he added dryly, "If you and your gun do get to meet Nick again... well, you might give him my regards."

An odd smile quirked Julie's lips. "I'll do that."

Tuvok placed his hand on the man's good shoulder. "Thank you, Detective. I wish you good fortune on your mission. And, if you should see Marshal Sisko, tell him that we aim to attack the outlaws' camp at dawn, and would appreciate the assistance of himself and his posse. Mr Janeway here will tell you the best location for a rendezvous."

Ten minutes later the Delta Flyer moved out, resuming its interrupted journey. From the bluff above three horses watched it go, before turning and heading back in the direction of Voyager City with all possible speed.

The Posse That Wouldn't Quit (pt 4)
Jules — 17 Oct 1998, 12:28 PM

Nobody got much sleep that night in Voyager City.

Marshal Tuvok and his party arrived back in town shortly after one in the morning, and found upon arrival that Detective Magnum had been commendably busy on their behalf. The town was as busy as ever it had been during race week. And the saloons, which should have been winding down for the night, were lit up bright as day, with music and excited chatter spilling from their doors every time someone passed in or out.

The hitching post outside the jailhouse was severely oversubscribed, with an overspill of further horses onto the rails outside Sandrine's and Quark's as well. Tuvok nodded approvingly. Judging by the numbers, his hastily appointed temporary deputy, Big Jim, had done an excellent job of rounding up volunteers for the posse. He had to rely on the horses to estimate the size of that posse though, as with the exception of a handful of men sitting on the boardwalk playing dice, there was no sign of their riders.

Tuvok frowned disapprovingly, but made no comment. He knew only too well that Miss Peggy Lou wasn't above passing the word to Quark, in return for a generous backhander and a crate of something with bubbles in it. No doubt the bartender had been aware of the posse call almost before news of it and Detective Magnum's wire had reached Big Jim. He would, naturally, have opened his book on the spot. Doubtless the vast majority of those who would ride out that night were currently warming Quark's barstools, sinking a little Dutch courage and placing bets on the outcome of their ride.

Tom Janeway slid down off the back of the tired Intrepid, and patted his horse's neck in a half hearted way that indicated that he was pretty much bone weary himself. He looked across at Tuvok. "Want me to go into Quark's and start rounding them up and heading them out? We're going to need to set off within the hour if we're to make it back to the old Titan mine workings before sun up."

"Indeed. That would be most helpful, Mr Janeway." Tuvok was exceedingly grateful to be given the opportunity to avoid the rowdy excesses of Quark's bar, even if he suspected that Tom's motives were less than pure. The younger man doubtless planned to take the opportunity to make the customary wager on the time at which the posse would return.

But a bet was the furthest thing from Tom Janeway's mind on this occasion. He discharged his duty in Quark's with all possible haste, pushing through the buzzing crowd to the bar, where he passed the message to Big Jim that they would be moving out shortly. He nodded to Max and Ol' Mike, who had moved their base of operations over from the Provencal's porch in the interests of being closer to the action, or at least the betting, bought them both a drink and declined to take one himself. The Doc was in there too, well on his way to sliding under the tables. He saw his sister Kes, and managed to disentangle her from the young gunslinger who'd been permanently draped round her shoulders for most of the previous week for long enough to have a quiet word with her, figuring that a few calmer heads in the posse wouldn't go amiss. Moving on, he saw her get to her feet, and tug her young companion gently in the direction of the door. He interrupted Quark's heated debate over the rules of the posse pool with a couple of trailhands he didn't know, enquired politely of the bartender how the betting was going, smiled politely at all the pretty girls serving drinks but didn't dally with them, then headed back for the door. Jenny Delaney beat him to it, draping herself along the side of the frame so that he couldn't pass without acknowledging her presence.

"Tommy!" she said, all ingratiating smiles and demure looks. "Why in such a hurry?"

The Posse That Wouldn't Quit (pt 5)
Jules — 17 Oct 1998, 12:30 PM

Tom looked past Jenny evasively, across the street to Sandrine's, where he expected he'd find Miss Kathryn... and probably B'Elanna and Julie as well. "Posse'll be moving out soon."

"But not just yet." Jenny smiled archly up at him. "I've never yet known Voyager City's finest leave a bar without finishing up their drinks first. You've time. And I wanted to ask you something. You came back into town with the Marshal, so I figured you'd know. Is it true what they're saying about the Nova Gang's leader?"

Tom put on his most guileless, innocent look and pleaded ignorance. "Sorry, Jenny. I wouldn't know. I haven't heard them say it." And then he ducked out under her arm and escaped into the street, heading for the rival saloon opposite.

There were a number of Delta Q horses tethered there, so he figured that Miss Kathryn had answered the call and arrived in force, bringing half the ranch hands with her. Inside, the general air of gaiety was much more muted, and the conversation more sedate and civilised than across the street. Sandrine greeted him in her laid back gallic way, and he responded as she liked, bending over her hand to kiss it, before heading over to the table where his mother sat with the Marshal.

"Ma," he said. "May I speak with you in private for a moment?" And, as Tuvok discreetly withdrew from earshot, he added, mostly for the Marshal's benefit, "Did you bring any spare horses with you? We've been riding all day and half the night, and mine and B'Elanna's are about done in."

Kathryn Janeway fixed Tom with a suspicious stare. Not the one that had people quailing in their boots, but a slightly more indulgent and powered down version of it. "I brought Ricky for you, and I figured B'Elanna wouldn't mind taking JTM - Lee-Marie was tired and we couldn't wake her, so she's not here tonight. But you didn't want to speak to me about the horses Tom, did you?"

"How right you are." Tom lowered his voice. "How much did the Marshal tell you about the Nova Gang?"

"Enough. I understand that they're a dangerous bunch. Also, that their leader turns out to be one of the detectives that your friend Miss Lang had supposedly safeguarding her bank." She looked around her to check that Tuvok really had gone - the Marshal's acute hearing was legendary - then leaned across the table and hissed to her son, "So. What is it that you didn't feel able to tell the Marshal?"

"Ma," said Tom desperately. "Ma, it's Nickie."

Kathryn Janeway viewed her adopted eldest in silence for a minute. "You're sure of this, Tom?"

"Well, not to swear to it in a court of law." Tom fidgetted uneasily. "I haven't seen him since I was six... and he was five. So I'm guessing. But yes, I'm fairly certain. He looks a lot like me, you know."

"So I'd heard. To think he was so very close... and we never knew it." Kathryn was barely listening to Tom. "He was working at the bank, of course. Whereas we thought he must just be passing through, visiting the race meeting."

Tom was astonished. "You knew Nick was around? And you didn't tell me?"

The Posse That Wouldn't Quit (pt 6)
Jules — 17 Oct 1998, 12:32 PM

Miss Kathryn sighed. It was as close as she was likely to get to an admission of guilt. She fixed pleading puppy dog eyes on Tom. "Someone saw him who... used to know him pretty well, and thought that he must be him. But, like yourself, we weren't certain. So I didn't say anything."

Tom frowned, obviously hurt. "But... he is my brother. And I'd thought him dead. I'd think I had a right to know, whether you were sure or not."

Miss Kathryn reached out to her adopted son and placed a comforting, placating hand on his knee. "I'm sorry, Tom. Maybe I should have told you. But I didn't want to get your hopes up, all for nothing. I thought that if our search found him, that would be soon enough."

"Yeah. I guess." Tom's manner was stiff and a little formal. He forgave, but only up to a point. And then he looked across at the woman who had fulfilled the place of his mother for most of his life, made eye contact, and saw her very genuine concern for him. He gave a long, shuddering sigh.

"I suppose it might still be better than what I have now. Now I merely wish he were dead."

And on that note, they went out into the night to join the others. The posse was mounting up now. Tom counted them. Close to forty men and women, including some who were very clearly along just for the ride. He caught sight of the two trailhands he'd seen talking to Quark earlier. They were still arguing, but the petite looking woman seemed to be getting the better of it for the moment. He caught a brief snatch of their conversation.

"Don't know about you, Kite, but I think it sounds like fun. And we've got a few days to kill before we meet up with Mary over in Garenor. C'mon, let's ride the posse. What does it matter if we don't know these people?"

"Well, O'Pake..." the male trailhand's protests were weakening. He considered for a minute, and then shrugged. "I guess it couldn't hurt to go along and keep an eye on our bets, at that. Just to make sure that everything's legitimate and above board. Okay, let's do it!"

Tom also caught sight of the Starfleet Cavalry officer who'd been a juror in Sevenita's trial - McQueen, he thought the name was - and even the manservant of the strange travelling woman Madame D'Alaireux, who had practically adopted his B'Elanna. Timmy was wielding a strangely outlandish gun that both Tom and Timmy's horse viewed with horror.

"What is that?" somebody asked him.

"Gatling gun," answered Timmy proudly. "Want to see it in action?"

"Uh, later maybe." Tom tuned out the conversation again. And, of course, there was Marshal Sisko's posse from Defiant City as well. Against no more than a dozen outlaws.

It hardly seems fair, he thought, as they moved out and headed northwest across the Nekrid Expanse towards the Mountains of Venus.

The Posse That Wouldn't Quit (pt 7)
Jules — 18 Oct 1998, 5:30 PM

It was dawn, and the Nova Gang were still celebrating the success of the previous day's raid.

Carried away by the general mood of euphoria, Nicholas Locarno had allowed himself to get ever so slightly drunk. Now he clambered up onto the rough hewn table, picking his way carefully between the piles of currency that they had just finished counting on it to a clear footing, swaying only a little as he did so, and made an emotional speech.

"Whatever happens, I want you all to know that leading this gang has been the high point of my... somewhat creative career in law enforcement. No one could have asked for a better team. Or better friends."

Somebody hiccuped.

Nick continued, "And now I guess we all go our separate ways for a spell. In a couple of hours time Sito and I will make our daring "escape" and head back to Defiant City to tell our sob story. And then, in a month or so's time, when the heat is off, I'll come back and arrange for the disposal of the gold. We'll all meet up in Garenor three months from today, in the usual place. In the meantime..." he looked around, studying each of their faces one by one, before his gaze came finally to rest upon Wesley Crusher, "... go easy on spending all that money, as always. Have fun, but don't make it too obvious that you've had a windfall, or people will start asking questions. If you can make it seem that you've had a big poker win..." - he grinned at Ben - "... or some generous gentleman left it under your pillow, all the better." Jacqueline Sito, Jean Hajar and Alyssa Ogawa nudged each other and giggled.

"And now, I guess it's time to start dividing up the spoils--" He broke off, lifting his head sharply to listen. The lazy smile had evaporated to be replaced by narrowed eyes and a suspicious scowl. "What was that?"

"What was what?" Most of his comrades had been listening with their eyes, feasting on the greenbacks on the table, and hadn't heard whatever had troubled their leader.

"That noise... outside." Nick jumped down from the table, abruptly sober. "Nobody else heard it? Taurik?" He appealed to the member of their band renowned for having sharp ears.

"There was something," acknowledged Taurik, after a moment's consideration. "A falling stone, perhaps. Nothing to worry about."

"You think?" Nick gave an exasperated little laugh. "And just what do you suppose might have made that stone fall? Wind perhaps? Or could it have been someone entering our little hidden valley?" He made up his mind. "Joshua, Ben, go check the entrance. And if that's clear, go as far as the trail into the valley. I'd like to make sure that if we're going to have visitors, we're prepared for--" He froze, arrested in mid sentence.

This time they'd all heard it. The jingling of bits and the chink of a metal shod hoof on stone.

"Visitors indeed," said Nick Locarno grimly. He stepped back to the table and with a single casual arm movement swept a part of the table's contents back into a bag, which he swung easily over his shoulder. As the others scrabbled to follow suit, he rapped out orders. "Take what you can, then head for the horses. We're going out the back way; I'm willing to bet they won't know of it." He glanced in the direction of the mine entrance and drew his gun. "Taurik, saddle my horse for me, and lead it out."

"What are you planning on doing?" asked Jacqueline Sito.

"Covering for the rest of you while you get clear." Nick cast a doubtful glance back over his shoulder at his erstwhile colleagues before devoting his entire concentration on the rocky tunnel that led out into the valley. He slipped back into the cover of one of the heavy timber roof supports and squinted, taking up aim exactly where an average height man's head would appear if he were incautious enough to venture in.

The Posse That Wouldn't Quit (pt 8)
Jules — 18 Oct 1998, 5:35 PM

As Marshal Tuvok and Big Jim dismounted and edged cautiously towards the mine entrance with guns drawn, there came a shout from above. It might well be that it saved both their lives.

Marshal Sisko and his men from Defiant City were posted around the valley sides, in case the outlaws should evade the Voyager City posse. It had been a useful precaution; Constable Odo, stationed on the heights above the mine workings, had spotted something interesting.

"Horses! Heading down the next valley, and fast!"

Tuvok pursed his lips disapprovingly. "It would seem that our quarry has gotten wind of our approach."

Big Jim tugged his ear thoughtfully and wiped his brow. "Must be another way out. In fact, now I come to think of it, seems I do remember that the old Titan mine always suffered something terrible from bad air. They sunk several ventilation shafts."

Tuvok frowned. "It is unfortunate that you did not recall this information sooner. However, that is of no importance right now." He gestured to a small handful of his most trusted riders. "I will remain and make sure that the mine itself is secure. You take the rest of the posse, and follow those horses." He glanced up, to see a clear skyline. "I see that Marshal Sisko and his men have done so already."

"Alright!" Big Jim grinned, pleased to finally be seeing action. Jumping back on to his horse, he spurred it into a canter and headed through the gathered horses, waving his hat and calling to them as he went. "Follow me, men! They've slipped through our net and are heading down the next valley. C'mon, stir yourselves! We don't want the Defiant City posse to have all the fun, do we?"

Cowgirl Vickie and Diane Artemis Gordon, riding side by side, looked at each other and grinned. "No, indeed," they said to each other, and spurred their horses after Big Jim. They both had scores to settle with the Nova Gang's leader, after all.

Kes's gunslinger whooped and followed. After one brief apologetic glance in the direction of the Marshal, Kes turned her horse and headed after him. Miss Kathryn and the Delta Q hands clattered out of the valley after her, and suddenly everybody was going, fearing to miss anything. Only Tuvok and a handful of others remained.

"You coming?" B'Elanna asked Tom, holding a frisky JTM back from bolting after the others by willpower alone.

Tom shook his head. "No, I don't think so. I've done my duty. I don't think I really want to see what happens next." B'Elanna threw him a sympathetic glance, knowing how he was torn between loyalty and what was right, but he pretended not to see it. "I'll stay with the Marshal, help him check out the mine for stragglers. You go on though." He managed a shaky grin. "JTM looks like he could do with the gallop, and you look like you could use the opportunity to hit someone."

"Well, if you're sure..." B'Elanna hovered indecisively for a moment, then turned her horse and urged him after the rest.

The Posse That Wouldn't Quit (pt 9)
Jules — 30 Dec 1998, 7:22 AM

Marshal Tuvok frowned and looked a little doubtfully at the mine entrance. A rough hewn, square cut hole that had been hacked out of the rocky mountain side, it yawned in a dark and distinctly uninviting way. It shouldn't matter. The Nova Gang had fled, after all, with most of Voyager City and Defiant City's finest at their heels. But still, logic taught him that caution was rarely misplaced.

"Mr Larson," he said, turning to the man closest to him. "Did you bring the lantern with you?"

Larson had. And a tinder box to light it. With the dull orange glow of the lamp to light their path, Tuvok gave the word to enter the tunnel. Larson and Baxter led the way. Tuvok held back Miss Julie for a moment before following them.

"Please remain at the rear of the party, Miss Lang. Mr Janeway, can you make sure that she does? We do not, after all, know what we will find within..."

"Well..." But Julie was left to direct her indignation at empty air. Tuvok was gone. "So we don't know what we'll find within", she muttered to Tom Janeway under her breath. "An empty mine, most likely. My guess is that the birds have flown."

"Hmm. Maybe." Tom was non-committal, acutely aware of the weight of the mountain above his head and the walls pressing in on him from all sides. He reached out a gloved hand and prodded a timber support suspiciously. Finding it free from the rot he'd half feared, he heaved a sigh and guessed that the roof probably would hold. If only it didn't crowd him so much...

"You okay?" Julie was watching him closely in the shadowed half light. He nodded, swallowed in a throat suddenly dry, and gestured to indicate that she should precede him into the mine. Reminding himself that there was a trick to getting through this, he followed her. It was, after all, simply a case of telling himself repeatedly that it was just another building, no worse than the courthouse or the jail or the bank, which also had stone walls. Unfortunately, that didn't help a lot on this particular occasion since the other thing you did when claustrophobia kicked in was try to think about something else entirely, and it had been a he11 of a lot easier to think of the Delta Q being razed to the ground or of B'Elanna and the angry man beside him back when he and Chakotay had been stuck in that cave than it was to contemplate the associations that came along with thoughts of the stone walls of the courthouse, the jail and the bank.

Of course, he could have opted to go with the posse, and run the risk of coming face to face with Nick. But on balance, he thought he preferred to take his chances with the claustrophobia.

By the time he and Julie reached the main cavern, the marshal and his men had already checked it for evidence of the gang and, finding no stragglers present, had homed in on the pile of gold bullion bars that were neatly stacked in one corner. The rock floor underfoot was damp and slippery with green slime, so Larson had placed his lantern high, on the bullion stack. The flame flickered, twisted and broke, jumping in the draught. Glad of something to take his mind off things, Tom tested the air and noted which way the flame was being drawn. There were a number of tunnels to the rear of the cave, leading deeper into the mountain. Trying not to think too much about that, Tom stood in front of each of them in turn, closed his eyes and waited, senses alert to the slightest breath of movement in the air. At his third attempt, he was rewarded by the hint of a chill breeze.

"Looks like their back door's this way. Nice little through draught. Ah..."

The Posse That Wouldn't Quit (pt 10)
Jules — 30 Dec 1998, 7:24 AM

Two steps into the tunnel, and he was aware of space ahead of him, as it opened out into a second cavern. It was pitch black in here, but his senses were immediately assaulted by reassuringly familiar sounds and smells, as a large animal snorted softly in curiosity nearby. Gently, he reached out a probing hand and found a silken muscled shoulder. He ran his hand down it and explored further, traced the line of a saddle. Greedy for attention, the horse nuzzled at his hand, and his fingers found the bridle and the bit in its mouth. And he wondered a little.

When Julie followed him in, with a candle she'd found in the main cavern and lit from Larson's lamp, he was down on one knee examining the horse's legs.

"Horses? Why'd they leave these two behind?"

Tom shrugged, glancing up at her. "Not sure. Maybe they were spares, and they thought they'd slow them down too much. But I recognise this fellow..." He came upright again, stroked the handsome head, and admired the way that the candlelight danced on the bright chestnut coat with the eye of a man who appreciates good horseflesh. "He's the one Nick rode in on yesterday."

Neither of them liked that thought much, so Tom changed the subject. "I've found out how they got away so quietly and cleanly though. Look." He indicated the horse's feet, and Julie bent with the candle to get a better look.

"Careful with that," Tom said in her ear. "Naked flame's dangerous with so much straw underfoot. Although... this cavern floor's pretty damp. Good job B'Elanna's not here. She'd have a fit if she saw the conditions these animals are stabled in. There's a serious risk of foot rot..."

Julie only half listened to his nervy chatter as she reached out and slowly untied the bindings that held the rough hemp cloth over the horse's hoof and halfway up its cannon bone. As the sacking dropped away to the floor the animal shifted position slightly, moving away from them, and lifting the hoof to expose the pad underneath. She glanced up at Tom. "They muffled their hooves?"

"Clever idea. Worked too. We didn't hear a thing until they were safely out their back entrance, mounted, and galloping like crazy. Whereas I'm willing to bet they heard us coming all the way down that valley... You've got to hand it to my brother. He's a bright boy."

"Shh, Tom. You don't know for certain that--"

"Yes, I do. Miss Kathryn as good as confirmed it last night while the posse was being rounded up. Somebody saw him in town, she said. Somebody who knew us both pretty well. She wouldn't say who though."

But Nick Locarno, uncomfortably and precariously wedged into the high, almost invisible crevasse in the cavern wall over their heads, listening to every word they said, suddenly recalled the distinguished looking older man that he'd met that day at the races. The one who'd mistaken him for Tom, and been so visibly devastated to learn his mistake. The one who, given time to reflect, had obviously recalled that 'missing presumed dead' didn't necessarily mean dead.

He smiled to himself, a little bitterly. Well, well, well. So it would seem that after a lifetime of pretending that they didn't exist, Senator Owen Paris was on the prowl and suddenly quite touchingly eager to be reunited with his two long lost sons.

He wondered if there was an angle in there that he could exploit somehow.

The Posse That Wouldn't Quit (pt 11)
Jules — 30 Dec 1998, 7:27 AM

"Miss Lang. Mr Janeway. There you are."

Marshal Tuvok entered the inner cavern and inspected the evidence that it had been used by the outlaws as a stabling area with his usual calm and dispassionate eye. Tom filled him in quickly on what they had discovered, about the horses and about the Nova Gang's escape route, and he nodded. "It seems that the passageway ahead would appear to reward further investigation. However, as the outlaws have already vacated the mine, logic dictates that there is no particular urgency in the matter."

"I take it you've examined the gold to your satisfaction? Is it all there?" Miss Julie asked.

"Indeed. It would seem that, faced with the need for a hasty departure, the Nova Gang had no easy means of transportation for it, and abandoned it lest it slow them down unduly. Regrettably however, the same would not seem to apply to the contents of your bank safe, currency bills being considerably more portable." He extended a meagre handful of banknotes in her direction. "Mr Larson and Mr Baxter found these scattered on the floor, but there is nothing more. The inescapable conclusion is that they took the rest of the money with them when they went."

A long, shuddering sigh escaped Miss Julie. She was insured, certainly, but this was still going to hit her bank hard. "I guess that's pretty much what I'd expected, Marshal. But thank you anyway."

"Now, about this tunnel..." Tuvok called to his men to bring up some lights, and they examined the passage which narrowed and continued on beyond the stable area. It ran straight between timber supports for almost a hundred yards, then turned and continued at a gentle uphill slant.

"It doesn't look much like a tunnel cut to get to the gold face to me," observed Tom, doing his best to resist the temptation to test these supports to see if they were any more rotten than the ones at the mine's front entrance. "It's been cut too wide and too high, and it must be like this all the way if they had space to get horses out. And besides..." - he backheeled his boot on the rock underfoot and his spur chimed with the sound of metal on metal - "... there are rails. Must be the way the ore carts went, and a proper entrance."

Tuvok and his men moved forward to investigate. Tom started to follow, then stopped dead, frowned and cocked his head, listening with half shut eyes. He put out a hand to Miss Julie as she brushed past him, indicating that she should stay put also, and she glanced up at him questioningly.

"Hear something?" he asked.

"No. Nothing. No, wait..." This time she did hear it; the snort and shuffling movement of a suddenly restless horse. She looked at Tom, looked back down the tunnel, looked back at Tom again.

"Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" he asked, and nodded back in the direction they had come.

The Posse That Wouldn't Quit (pt 12)
Jules — 30 Dec 1998, 7:32 AM

Julie gave a fleeting grin. "I'm a banker. I tend to notice when things don't add up. It's the spare horses, isn't it? I noticed that you were pretty concerned about them."

"Maybe I'm not so sure they are spare." Tom made up his mind all of a sudden and grabbed her hand. "Come on. Let's go back."

They'd gone no more than half a dozen steps before they heard the clatter of the chestnut's unmuffled hoof on stone. They glanced at each other, hunch becoming certainty, then broke into a run, Tom yelling for the marshal as they went. They burst into the first cavern to find it as empty as they'd feared, the tether ropes hanging loose from their rings, cut by a knife to save time.

"Come on!" gasped Tom, and they ran on, for the mine entrance and their own horses. The speed of their passage blew out the candle Julie carried, and they negotiated the last part in the dark, feeling along the clammy rock walls to guide their way until daylight showed at the end of the tunnel and they could head straight for it.

Once outside they very nearly caught up with the two fugitives, who had paused in their flight just long enough to untie and scatter the five tethered horses to better facilitate their escape. Tom laughed bitterly, catching the attention of the taller and fairer of the two men, who looked back at them from the saddle of the chestnut stallion.

"You don't miss a trick, do you?" he asked of him.

Two men, much the same height and build, with the same light brown hair and identical faces, stared appraisingly at each other across a ten foot gap that might as well have been a million miles. Angry blue-grey eyes glared at amused grey-blue ones. And Nick Locarno laughed.

"Rarely," he said. He nodded politely to Miss Julie, then nudged the sides of his mount and galloped away up the valley, yelling at the loose horses to shoo them further away as he did so.

The Posse That Wouldn't Quit (pt 13)
Jules — 30 Dec 1998, 7:36 AM

Tom put his fingers in his mouth and whistled. The mare Ricky pricked up her ears, turned her head, and trotted back in his direction. He turned to Julie with a grin.

"I always did have a way with Ricky," he observed, grabbing the reins and vaulting into the mare's saddle. "Now to get your horse back." He approached Julie's mount at a cautious trot, leaned out of his saddle to capture the reins, then brought the gelding back at a neat canter. Julie gathered the reins and put a foot in one stirrup and the hireling whirled and circled, upset and confused at its recent treatment. She hopped a little, tried to find the purchase and control to get into the saddle, and couldn't.

"You'd better go on without me, Tom. They're getting away."

"Don't be an idiot." Tom put a hand across and took the reins, holding her horse still while she mounted. "If I were to gallop off without you, this crazy animal of Larson's would most likely take off too, dragging you along with it. Besides, you're ready now."

"They've got a long start on us."

He shrugged. "We'll just have to make it up then, won't we?"

Larson and Baxter made it to the mine entrance just in time to see the two of them disappear over the rim of the valley. Cursing, they started about the long and tedious business of catching three uncooperative loose horses. Marshal Tuvok didn't make it so far. His attention had been arrested by the sight of the table in the outer cavern. On it was a sheet of paper which had certainly not been there when they had come that way earlier, weighted down by an object which closer inspection proved to be a detective's badge. Deducing from this who the author logically must be, he picked up the page and scrutinised it with some interest.

The writing on it wavered untidily and the lines crossed in several places, as if it had been written in the dark and at some haste. Given the circumstances, Tuvok was reasonably sure that it had been.

Marshal Tuvok,

Please extend my apologies to-- well, to just about
anyone you feel I may have reason to apologise to.
I'd append an itemised list, but it's getting to be
quite a long one and I don't have the time right
now. I'm sure you understand.

Also, would you pass on a message and the badge that
you find with this note to Detective Gordon of the
Hirogen Detective Agency? Tell her I'm sorry, but
that I thought I'd save her the embarrassment and
inconvenience of having to fire me by quitting
first.

Take care with that posse. Galloping in mountain
terrain can be pretty treacherous.

Nicholas Locarno

Tuvok raised one eyebrow, and grimaced slightly. If it hadn't been so illogical a reaction, you might almost have thought he was fighting the impulse to smile.

The Posse That Wouldn't Quit (pt 14)
Jules — 30 Dec 1998, 6:27 PM

The sun sunk slowly in the west, a pregnant red ball of fire, spilling over and leaking flames of orange and rosy pink. Since he and his companion were heading in that direction, striking doggedly through the mountains at the best pace their tired horses could muster, Nick Locarno was vaguely aware of its beauty; a desert sunset such as he'd never see in the city. But at that particular moment in time, there was only one beautiful scenic sight that he was prepared to admire and appreciate, and that was an empty skyline.

"I think we've lost them," announced Taurik, as they reached the sheltering embrace of a stand of trees. Nick sighed, pulled Starburst to a halt, and turned in his saddle to look. For a time he waited, counting minutes under his breath. Four... five... six... seven. And then he saw movement amongst the trees on the far side of the valley, and shrugged with a resignation that - despite the seriousness of his predicament - still held traces of amusement. He had to hand it to his brother, he thought, he was certainly persistent. And Miss Julie, still doggedly at Tom's side after a hard day's riding... she was a bit of a revelation too. Criminally wasted as a prim and proper banker, hurtling headlong in the direction of spinsterdom, of course. But then, maybe after this week's rough and tumble, she might even realise that herself.

He grinned at the thought that, in robbing her bank, he might actually have done Miss Julie a favour, and then noticed that Taurik still hadn't noticed the movement on the horizon. He touched his companion's arm, and when the sharp, slightly sallow face turned towards him, gestured skywards. "They're still with us. Time to move on again."

Taurik frowned. "Perhaps we should split up and go in different directions? It would be easier for one of us to conceal himself from sight, and the other might evade pursuit entirely."

Nick shook his head at the suggestion. "What if they were to split up too? Each follow one of us?"

"Logically, they will not," Taurik contradicted him. "One of them is a woman. The man will insist on remaining with her in order to protect her. And, on the very unlikely chance that he should not, she would be easy to overpower."

Not if she gets her gunsights on you first, thought Nick, remembering her skills with a rifle. Not that he wouldn't mind exchanging a few more flirtatious pleasantries with Miss Lang, but under the present circumstances he could only visualise two potential scenarios under which it might happen: at the point of her rifle, or his six-gun. Neither one of them held much appeal for him. And besides, he figured he knew their pursuers too well for there to be any doubt who they'd choose to follow if he and Taurik did go their separate ways. It was him they were after, both for their respective personal reasons and because they'd clearly somehow pegged him as leader of the Nova Gang. Taurik was an irrelevance; only there at all because the buffoon was incapable of saddling a horse up fast enough for them to have been able to make a clean escape with the rest.

The Posse That Wouldn't Quit (pt 15)
Jules — 30 Dec 1998, 6:30 PM

He eyed Taurik carefully now. He'd been spending a lot of time with Wesley, this one, and it seemed that he might be getting a little too big for his breeches too. He'd bear careful watching, once they got out of this and things were back to norm--

With a start, Nick recollected that things couldn't get back to normal. Not now. Not ever. Not now that his cover was blown and his identity public knowledge, just like the rest of them. No more secure anonymity. No more double life, hiding behind the cloak of respectability. He'd left that behind, along with his badge, back on the table in the Titan Mine. Within a week, maybe two, there'd be a poster with his name on it hanging in Marshal Tuvok's office along with the rest of them, with a big fat reward provided by the railroad, the banks or the insurance companies attached to it for anyone who liked to chance his arm to try and collect.

One way or another he'd been breaking the law since he'd been ten years old and picked his first pocket, but he'd never actually been a known outlaw before. It was a new and rather unsettling feeling. At best he could expect to stay one jump ahead of the law. Knowing it from both sides certainly gave him some advantages in that respect. And if things got too hot, he could always light out for a safe exile in Mexico or Canada. One thing was for certain though: he was going to be spending the rest of his life looking over his shoulder, waiting for the next lawman or bounty hunter to come along.

And he didn't like it one bit.

"We stay together," he said curtly to Taurik, in a voice that brooked no argument. And his voice twisted into sarcasm. "After all, I'd hate to break up a beautiful friendship."

His companion was unperturbed. Nick had turned nasty before, particularly in times of stress. He usually got them out of whatever hole they were in anyway, but Taurik felt it was his duty to point out that if he didn't come up with one of his usual improvised masterplans fairly quickly, they were in a lot of trouble. "Maybe they'll give us adjoining cells."

Nick shot him a dirty look.

"That's what worries me."

Cells were a thought he didn't really need right then.

The Posse That Wouldn't Quit (pt 16)
Jules — 30 Dec 1998, 6:34 PM

They lost Taurik's horse trying to ford the river.

It was one of the small tributary rivers that eventually wound its way down and around the mountain to flow into the Big Coffee. It looked innocuous enough; fast running water over a shallow bottom, clean enough to drink from, smoothly worn pebbles on the riverbed clearly visible. It was about twenty feet across.

Starburst plunged in and snorted with distaste, clearly unhappy with the sting of the icy waters. He spooked a little as the current tugged at his legs but did as he was bidden, striding out strongly for the other side. Nick looked back a little apprehensively to see Taurik's mount teetering nervously on the brink, and yelled at him to come on. They really had very little choice. Upstream offered only an ever more impossible series of ravines and crags that they couldn't possibly expect to get a horse up. Downstream was trees again, but for some time now they had been getting ever more densely packed, and Nick seriously doubted their ability to get much further through them without being obliged to leave the horses behind.

Besides, for quite some time he'd been getting anxious about the suspiciously leisurely pace that Tom was setting in following them. It hadn't escaped his attention that the other man had lived in this country for the best part of twenty years, and most likely knew it like the back of his hand. If he was holding back now, there was every chance that he was trying to herd them towards a dead end. And if it was a trap, Nick intended to spring it if he possibly could.

He yelled again to Taurik to hurry up.

Taurik was no horseman. He kicked frantically and finally persuaded his mount to take the plunge. The mare danced nervously in the water, rounding her back mutinously as if ready to buck, legs all over the place. And then she picked up the stone, between shoe and hoof, and screamed her rage and pain to the mountains as she whirled and plunged three-legged.

Nick cursed. If their pursuers hadn't known where to find them before, they surely did now. Taurik, hanging on precariously by hugging the mare's neck, slowly slid round and fell off into the icy waters. Nick tied Starburst to a tree and scrambled down to the water's edge, grabbing the agitated mare as she plunged her way out. He found the stone easily enough, but was only able to free it by levering her shoe off with his knife, which didn't bode well for their prospects of remaining mounted. Walking her two or three steps confirmed all his worst fears: she was badly lame.

Unheeded, a soaking Taurik crawled out of the water and shook himself miserably. In the act of stripping the mare of her saddle and bridle, Nick abruptly took pity on him and threw him the cloth that had been under her saddle to dry himself on. He slapped the mare on her rump and sent her stumbling on her way. Hopefully she'd eventually find her way back to civilisation. In the meantime he just wanted her out of sight of their pursuers so that they wouldn't necessarily know immediately that they were short a horse. He concealed the saddle as best he could, then fixed Taurik with a baleful glare.

"Grab your saddlebags and put them on Starburst," he said. "We're going to have to share him."

The Posse That Wouldn't Quit (pt 17)
Jules — 6 Jan 1999, 7:33 AM

Emerging from the trees, Nick Locarno spotted a rough dirt track winding its way slowly down into the valley below and pointed his horse in its direction with something approaching relief. They'd ridden hard from dawn to dusk, not to mention much of the previous day, and under the burden of Taurik's additional weight the exhausted Starburst was stumbling with ever increasing frequency. It was apparent that he would not be able to carry them much further, but the trail below hinted at the possibility of civilisation nearby, and civilisation offered welcome new options for evading the relentless pursuit of the two who dogged their every hoofprint. And perhaps even the chance to steal fresh horses.

True, he'd be sorry to see this one go. He'd had the chestnut stallion for a while now, and found that his speed and endurance suited him pretty well. Leaving him behind would be almost like losing an old friend, and he wasn't sure that he had enough of them left that he could afford to spare one. But the horse's laboured breathing, swaying gait and sweating flanks told their own tale. If he pushed him much further, the horse would die, and sooner rather than later.

Starburst staggered again, barely recovering himself. Nick hauled his head up in time to prevent him from stumbling to his knees, but as the violent motion propelled Taurik forward to crash into his back he made up his mind. "Get down."

Taurik didn't move, so he turned round to glare at him. "Get down." After a long moment the other did so, reluctantly. Obviously he feared that he was about to be left behind.

But Nick slid off the horse's back as well. "He's not going to carry us any further. Time to start walking."

Taurik objected, loudly. He was proving to be a most tiresome companion. "This is a far from logical course of action. Our pursuers are close behind. We need the speed of the horse."

"What speed? He's going to collapse and die at any minute!" Even to his own ears, Nick sounded on the verge of hysteria, but he was frustrated, more than a little scared now, and very nearly as exhausted as the horse. He'd risen before dawn to catch the Delta Flyer two days earlier and hadn't slept since. He took a deep, calming breath, then tried again. "It's getting dark now. In an hour or so there'll be no danger of them catching sight of us, however much they close in on our position. They'll likely stop and make camp for the night, for fear of losing our trail. Once the moon's up, we should be able to give them the slip easily enough."

Taurik only looked partly convinced. "And go where, exactly?"

Nick nodded ahead of them, down the trail. "This has got to lead somewhere. My guess is we'll find ourselves a ranch at the end of it." He slung his saddlebags, containing his few remaining worldly possessions and his share of the money from the robbery, over one shoulder and began to unsaddle the horse. Taurik watched without further comment and without offering to help. To him, having decided to abandon the horse, it seemed an unnecessarily emotional gesture to waste the precious time to set it free before they went on. It would undoubtedly be targ fodder before the night was out anyway. He did however pick up his own saddlebags.

Nick patted Starburst on the rump to start him on his way, but the horse only shuffled wearily a few feet from the track and stood there, hunched and miserable. It was apparent that it would take a lot to persuade him to move off far enough so that their pursuers would miss him. So Nick cursed under his breath, slung the saddle out of sight behind the nearest tree, and gave the dejected stallion one final pat.

The Posse That Wouldn't Quit (pt 18)
Jules — 6 Jan 1999, 7:37 AM

The night air carried the howl of a distant targ and he shuddered slightly. Perhaps it wouldn't be such a bad thing if Tom and Miss Julie were to run slap bang into the horse. If he was realistic, he knew that he was a little too out of his element in these mountains to have any real confidence in fooling them anyway. This was Tom's home territory, not his. And, on the bonus side, if their humanitarian instincts did prompt them to rescue his horse, there was always the very real possibility that it would slow them down for a change instead of him.

At that thought he brightened slightly, and hastened off down the trail to overhaul the glumly trudging Taurik, already some two hundred yards ahead. He caught up with him atop an overhanging bluff, where the trail petered out. Taurik was peering over the side. Nick moved to join him, dropping on to his stomach and lying full length on the ground to take a cautious survey of the terrain ahead and below. Just because they had two pursuers on their tail already didn't mean that they couldn't run slap bang into the rest of the posse as well.

But the land below was quiet and seemingly deserted. Squinting into the twilight, he saw a scree slope angled down at a gentle incline from the base of the short cliff beneath them, rocks and pebbles gradually giving way to brush and tumbleweed, and then to a cart track, disappearing off into the distance in both directions. Nick frowned, trying to figure out where they might be. They'd come so far and changed direction so often to avoid the more rugged terrain that he found it almost impossible to orient himself, particularly now that the sun was gone, but he figured that the track disappearing into the night to his left must eventually end up in Voyager City.

Not a place he particularly wanted to be. Right sounded like the direction to head in then.

He was just turning to his companion to say so, when Taurik started forward in surprise, stared intently for a moment, then pointed, over in the direction where Nick thought Voyager City must be. "Look, smoke. There must be a ranch over there. Perhaps we could obtain ourselves new horses."

"That'd be useful," allowed Nick, looking over in the direction indicated by Taurik's outstretched arm. An isolated ranch, out of town, wouldn't be so bad. The owners might not even have heard the news, in which case they could sell them some sob story about lame horses and getting lost in the mountains. Then his gaze narrowed in surprise. "No, not smoke and not a ranch house. It's moving. It's dust... from a wagon. Coming this way."

Both men strained their eyes against the growing darkness, waiting for the wagon to come close enough to see properly. One passenger. Looked like a woman. They glanced at each other, sharing the same thought.

"Now might be an appropriate time to change our mode of transportation," suggested Taurik.

Nick grinned back at him, suddenly buoyant and full of hope once more. "Funny that that thought should occur to you too. Now, can you see a way down from here?"

There wasn't really, but it was amazing what you could improvise with a lasso, a couple of jutting rocks, and a lot of motivation. The two outlaws half jumped, half fell down the cliff, stumbled down the perilous scree slope, and ran for the road, reaching their destination just as the wagon passed. It kept going, so they ran after it, shouting and waving their hats. After a moment it pulled up and waited for them. A brief conversation ensued and then the wagon continued on its way, two outlaws bedded down in the back amongst the sacks of supplies from Miss Peggy Lou's general stores.

The Posse That Wouldn't Quit (pt 19)
Jules — 26 Aug 1999, 12:04 PM

"Where'd they go?" Julie asked, standing up in her stirrups and straining her eyes in the deep twilight for any sign of the two outlaws. Nothing stirred, apart from some small creature going about its own business in the nearby stand of trees, ferreting about for food.

Tom was off his horse, reins knotted and looped casually over one elbow. He poked at the ground, looking for evidence of others passing. "Something here... I think. Get me a light, could you?"

Julie fumbled the reins of both her own horse and the one she was leading into one hand, and felt around in her saddlebags. "Tinder box, coming right up."

Tom caught it, wrapped a couple of handfuls of long grass round a dead branch and struck a light. His makeshift torch smouldered briefly, then flared bright. Crouching over the path, he held it out slightly to the side, so as not to cast unwanted shadows. Apparently seeing what he expected, he grunted in triumph, then moved his inspection over towards the cliff edge.

"Footprints over there... a sliver of cloth that used to belong to someone's jacket here," he said at last. "No doubt about it. They came this way, and this is where they went down the rock face. Of course..." and his eyes lifted to take in the two tired looking stray animals that he and his companion had picked up along the way, one being led by Julie, and the other firmly tied by a tether rope to the high pommel of his saddle, "... they don't have any horses any more. Slows 'em down, but in some ways it gives them the advantage. They can take paths we can't."

"Hmph," said Julie. "So what do we do now?"

Tom shrugged. "The trail winds down the cliff along that way a bit. We can ride on, then retrace our steps once we're down and be back here within half an hour. But I'm not sure how much good it'll do us. I've been scanning the country below us. There's no real cover, so even with it as dark as it is now we should be able to spot the two of them moving... but only if there was anything or anybody there to see. Nick's sneaky and careful enough to try to cover his tracks, but he doesn't have the skills to hide out there in plain sight. And the other guy certainly doesn't. They've slipped us somewhere. I don't know how, but they've managed it."

"Are you sorry for that?" Julie asked, her voice full of sympathy.

Tom snorted, bitterly amused. "A little, maybe. I confess that blood ties are getting a little in the way of my civic duty right now."

"So, what do you want to do now? Go back to town and report that we lost them?"

Tom thought for a long time before replying. "It's tempting," he finally admitted. "It's very tempting. But no. I don't want to make the choice, so I figure we'll leave it up to fate. Let's head down that trail and make our way back to the base of the cliff here, make camp overnight. If we can't pick up the trail in the morning, that'll be the time to call it quits."

The Posse That Wouldn't Quit (pt 20)
Jules — 28 Aug 1999, 7:25 AM

They found another fragment of Taurik's jacket snagged on a rock near the base of the cliff. By mutual agreement this was deemed a suitable camp site, and they gathered a number of dry sticks and began building a fire.

"Roasted targ or prairie dog?" enquired Tom, pulling a billy can, a small bag containing a generously measured portion of coffee beans - Miss Kathryn was of the opinion that her horses should be sent out on the trail properly equipped with the bare minimum of creature comforts - and a handful of utensils from his saddle bags. He turned expectantly, and caught the expression of revulsion he'd half expected on Julie's face, revealed by the light of the fire as it smouldered and took hold.

Julie grimaced. "Neither. Ugh."

"Well, it may be that or starve," Tom said with cheerful apology. "I've the usual ration packs of dough cakes and trail biscuits, but the ranch cook hasn't made a new batch since the last cattle drive so they're a bit elderly now and not exactly appetising on their own. I'll see what else I can come up with when I go to fetch water." He paused, and a teasing tone crept into his voice. "So much for you embracing the chance to live the wilder life."

Julie snorted. "Just because I can find it tedious in the extreme sitting in that bank counting other people's money all day, not to mention having to be demure and polite and talk nice and ride side-saddle, doesn't mean I want to spend my nights roasting vermin over a camp fire and sleeping on dirt and stones under half a horse blanket."

"No. I guess not. Uh, you've done pretty well, all things considered," Tom said appraisingly. "But I'm guessing you're going to regret it in the morning, when your body catches up with you and reminds you quite how much time you've spent on a horse these past couple of days."

"So don't you remind me either," Julie said with a groan. "I'm not looking forward to it."

She caught the flash of teeth in the firelight as he grinned at her. "Well, we could always go home now. You'd be safely in your bed by an hour or two after midnight, and able to stagger around at leisure tomorrow without any pressing need to get back on a horse ant time soon. I could probably get back here again by dawn, even after escorting you home."

"Don't even think it Tom," Julie warned him. "You wouldn't try suggesting to Miss Kathryn that she go home and miss all the fun, would you? Or B'Elanna? Then don't ask it of me either."

"Sorry."

"And just when were you planning to sleep?" Julie enquired. "I doubt if you snatched any more sleep than I did last night - which was just the odd few minutes dozing here and there on a moving horse. I don't know about you, but I'm about ready to drop. A few more hours in the saddle does not sound like an attractive option right now. I'd rather take my chances with the rocks and the vermin.

"Besides, you really think those two ahead of us are in any better state? Nick at least has been awake as long as we have. He won't be able to keep going without making mistakes. And if we've slept enough to be refreshed, we're more likely to spot them."

"I guess," Tom acknowledged with a sigh. "You keep the fire going. I'll go fetch us some water for the horses and the coffee. And maybe a nice rattlesnake for supper."

Julie's look told him what she thought of that idea. He couldn't bring himself to spoil the moment by actually confessing that he was the fussiest eater of any cowboy on the Delta Q, and that he himself would as soon have eaten grass as rattlesnake.

The Posse That Wouldn't Quit (pt 21)
Jules — 28 Aug 1999, 10:47 AM

Julie checked the horses. All four of the animals looked tired and sorry for themselves, particularly the lame mare, but there wasn't a lot she could do for them until Tom got back. So she sat and poked at the fire, encouraging the glowing embers to smoulder rather than flame up since they'd be cooking on it shortly. She'd jury rigged a spit from some of the sappier of the branches that had spilled over the cliff from the trees above, in the expectation that they wouldn't burn quite so easily. She was still rather less than sanguine about what Tom might think to cook upon it though.

"Would fish be acceptable?" Tom was back, grinning at her, a heavy canvas pail in either hand. These he set down carefully in front of the lame mare and the chestnut that had been his brother's horse. He handed Julie a stick which had been whittled to a sharp point by his knife, on which were impaled half a dozen medium sized striped fish. "Looks like we're both saved from the char-grilled rattlesnake tonight. Hop-Sing Neelix, our ranch cook, tells me it's a delicacy but it always tastes like rubber to me. However many spices he puts on it."

"They look fine," said Julie, who'd been privileged never to experience any of Hop-Sing Neelix's cooking in person. With or without spices. She took Tom's makeshift spear from him and arranged it over the spit to allow the fish to begin cooking. "Where'd you find them?"

"Oh, I followed the cliff along to where the river comes down it. There's a deep pool at the base of the waterfall, and I disturbed a shoal of these Livingston fish when I filled the buckets for the horses. They're the very devil to catch though. I got soaked trying to spear them. It might have been easier to have just put my hand in and tickled for them, but I was a bit wary of all those spines. Should be good enough eating though."

He unslung a water canteen from his shoulder and poured it into the billy can, setting on the embers at the edge of the fire to heat. He cast a hopeful look at Julie. "Be an angel and see to the coffee while I'm away? Our two newly adopted animals seem to have finished drinking, so I'd better go back and refill with water for ours. Then, with any luck, we should be ready to eat."

By the time he'd allowed the remaining horses to drink their fill, given each of the four animals a couple of handfuls of grain, then gone back to fill the buckets one more time because the animals still appeared hot and unhappy and he didn't like their looks, Julie had pulled the grilled fish from the spit, chopped off their heads and tails, and turned them and the rest of their meagre fare out onto a couple of small tin plates from Tom's saddlebags.

"Coffee's ready as well.