Boundless

Chapter 33

Unfortunately, there are more Hulls.

I had run Ezra’s words over in my mind for two weeks, slowly formulating a plan. Now I was ready to start executing it. Part one involved me climbing from my window in the middle of the night.

I dropped to the ground with, miraculously, no broken bones and took off.

After a little difficulty, I found the Jayhawker Saloon. I could smell the smoke and see the poker cards shuffling in grubby hands. A man was sleeping next to the doors. I hoped he was just sleeping.

I slowly stepped over him and continued into the saloon. I hadn’t been into one since Jack Hirsch drug me into the saloon in Dodge. I must have seemed lost because the bartender called me over. She looked me from head to toe before saying. “Darlin’, are you in the right place? The church is down the street a ways.”

“I’m looking for Christopher Hull.”

She stopped pouring the drink in front of her. “Of course you are. He should be down that hallway and in the first private room.”

“Thank you.”

“Be careful, sweetheart.”

I picked my way through a maze full of drunk men and loose women to get to the dark hallway. Once there, the noise from the bar got a little quieter. A sliver of light was coming from a slightly opened door close to the beginning of the hallway.

A man’s voice was coming from inside followed by that of a woman. I took another step closer before pushing on the door. It was lighter than I thought and swung open loudly. Christopher, Nathan, and the woman turned to stare at me.

Christopher recovered quickly. “Ah, Rebecca, I was wondering if I’d ever see you again.”

I stepped further into the room. “Well, this isn’t a social call.”

Christopher dropped his boots down from the table and turned his entire body towards me. I felt the full force of his dark eyes again. “It isn’t? How disappointing.”

“I need to talk to you regarding–”

“Is this about Samuel? If it is you can save yourself the trouble.”

“But you’re the only person who can save him now.”

“He stopped being my problem a long time ago.”

“He’s not a problem, he’s a person who’s about to be killed tomorrow morning.”

Christopher turned to the woman he was with. “Elizabeth, would you leave us for a moment?”

Elizabeth glared at me on her way out. She really should have been thanking me.

With her gone, Christopher turned his attention back to me. “Do you read the newspaper, Rebecca?”