He was and wasn’t there.
It took me the better part of the day to kill or drive out the men who’d been defending Langer. When I reached the main house, I breached the door and found myself in what I can only describe as a tomb.
The bodies of the soldiers were gone, and judging by the bloody streaks through the main rooms, the wounded had dragged off the dead.
They were, as I had observed, good soldiers. They didn’t leave their dead behind.
I searched through each room, calling out as I went. I wanted Langer to know I was coming for him. I wanted him to have Jack’s remains ready for me, for I, like the soldiers, was going to bring my dead home.
When I opened the last bedroom door on the top floor, I did not find Tad Langer. I found something else.
The room beyond the door shifted as I stood on the other side of the threshold, watching from the hall.
A man who was and wasn’t there sat in a wicker chair and looked at me as I looked at him. Around him, parts of the furniture shifted as though someone was gently shaking it in and out of focus.
The word was faint, a mere whisper in the air, and it took me a moment to translate it.
I nodded. “I can see that.”
He smiled, shrugged, and said, “Jaja.”
Oh well, indeed.
I patted a Colt, and he shook his head. As I watched, he pushed his hand through his own chest, and nothing happened.
“I’m sorry,” I told him.
He chuckled. “Jaja.”
“Do you know where Langer is?”
“Kyrka.” His voice was fainter, the word more difficult to understand.
He smiled. Then, using his finger as though it were a gun, he placed it against his temple and mimicked pulling the trigger.
“You want me to kill him?”
The smile faded, and he nodded. He gestured toward himself and spoke. “Langer.”
He shook his head.
I hesitated, then said, “If you make it out, and you’ve a notion to, come to Cross. I’m Duncan Blood. There’s always coffee on and good tobacco. Better whiskey.”
The man gave a solemn smile, raised his hand in farewell, and I left him there, not quite in the world or out of it.
I hoped I’d see him again. He seemed a fine fellow and one more reason for Langer to die.