The door opened, and a flashlight blazed into the bank. Beyond the blinding light, Jessy could see that the sky was turning bloodred as the sun began to set.

"Jessy, get out here," Darrell ordered.

She didn't move.

"Jessy Sparhawk, get your a.s.s out here or we'll start shooting," Sarah warned.

"Jessy," Sandra said, touching her shoulder.

"It's all right, Sandra. You just have to stay calm."

Jessy turned, trying to see Timothy in the darkness that shadowed the bank.

He must have sensed her movement, because he said, "It's all right, granddaughter. We are a.s.sembled."

Timothy's words and his preternatural calm were almost more unnerving than trying to figure out how to deal with Sarah so she didn't risk all their lives. Because she knew that Sarah really would start shooting, she walked to the door of the bank and stepped outside.

Sarah thrust a cell phone into her hand. "Call Dillon and pray he answers this time. Make sure he knows that if he doesn't show up alone, I'll put a bullet through your head myself. I may go down, but I'll take you with me."

Without a word, Jessy took the phone from her and keyed in Dillon's number.

She half hoped to get his answering machine because that might buy them more time. But Dillon answered. "Dillon," she said.

"Jessy?"

"I'm at Indigo with a woman named Sarah Clay who says you know her. And Darrell Frye and Hugo Blythe," she added.

"I know," he told her quietly.

"She says that if you don't come alone and tell her where the gold is, she'll kill me."

"I figured that," he said softly.

"Tell him again-he comes alone. And he gives me the location of the gold," Sarah said.

"All right, I heard her. Listen to me, Jessy. Tell her that I'll be happy to let her have the gold. But I know that she also has Timothy, Sandra and Reggie, and they had better be all safe and in one piece when I get there. Tell her that she has to bring all of you into the saloon. Tell her that I can only figure out exactly where the gold is if we reenact the shoot-out. Tell her that I need all of you in the saloon."

Sarah ripped the phone from Jessy's hands. "h.e.l.lo, Dillon," she said pleasantly.

Jessy couldn't hear his reply, but she saw Sarah frown.

"Don't tell me what to do. I have the guns-and your friends-and this redheaded s.l.u.t you apparently find so attractive," she said.

Dillon answered with something that brought a furious "What?" from Sarah, whose eyes shot to Darrell Frye. "You don't need to talk to Darrell. I'm the one in charge."

"Sarah, we're all in this together," Darrell said, his own eyes narrowing.

"Who was the brain to put this all together?" Sarah responded furiously.

Then she stared at the phone incredulously. Dillon had hung up on her.

Sarah spun around. "Get the rest of them. He wants them all in the saloon. Move it!"

She shoved Jessy in front of her, pushing so hard that Jessy almost fell, but an unseen hand seemed to help her find her balance.

She heard the jingle of a spur, and she lowered her head and allowed herself a little smile. Ringo must have come with Timothy. He was here, and there was something oddly comforting in that fact.

She walked toward the saloon, aware that Darrell and Hugo had gone to get Sandra, Reggie and Timothy.

Sarah shoved her inside first, and to Jessy's amazement, Dillon was already there. He was seated at the poker table, one foot resting on it, as if he had grown weary waiting for them to arrive.

Sarah, coming in behind Jessy, gasped with surprise, but she collected herself quickly. "You're here. And you're an idiot. You might have taken one of us by surprise and improved your odds."

"Why? You're going to give me my friends back, and I'm going to give you the gold," Dillon said. "We've got to do this right, though. You've obviously researched your past, you know you're Varny's descendant-sorry, double double descendant. What kills me is, you could have made it to the top. You aced the academy." descendant. What kills me is, you could have made it to the top. You aced the academy."

"I have no money! money!" she lashed out. "Oh, yeah. I researched my past. My idiot mother was in love with my father. She let him pay her off, then absolved him of any financial responsibility for my my welfare. He refuses to recognize me. But he's a fool-he's going to lose every a.s.set he has. I'll see to that. He's in debt, deeply in debt, and once I get the gold and set myself up, I can actually call in his banknotes. Then I can throw him out to the wolves-before I kill him. I've played this very carefully. My father is a jerk. He believed in Hugo, and Hugo has been with me for years. Hugo doesn't want to kiss my father's a.s.s, he wants his share." welfare. He refuses to recognize me. But he's a fool-he's going to lose every a.s.set he has. I'll see to that. He's in debt, deeply in debt, and once I get the gold and set myself up, I can actually call in his banknotes. Then I can throw him out to the wolves-before I kill him. I've played this very carefully. My father is a jerk. He believed in Hugo, and Hugo has been with me for years. Hugo doesn't want to kiss my father's a.s.s, he wants his share."

"What about Darrell?" Dillon asked.

"She...she knew about-" Darrell began.

"Shut your idiot mouth!" Sarah warned him, then sighed. "What the h.e.l.l. He was skimming casino profits, and I had him dead to rights. But he had the knowledge we needed to effectively stage Green's death. He knows the Sun inside out-including where all the cameras are. And I knew that once Green was killed, you'd stick with the case no matter what. I was brilliant, I really was. I convinced my father to hire you, then killed Tanner. And I could feed you information, and you believed in me, too. Now, if you want anyone to live, you'd better find my gold for me."

"I told you," Dillon said. "We need to reenact that night so I can get into John Wolf's head."

Sarah looked at him skeptically, then nodded just as the others entered.

"All right," Dillon said. "Let's see, Timothy-sorry, George-you go over by the piano. And you, too, Milly." He cleared his throat when no one moved. "That's you, Sandra. Reggie, you stay with your mom, and I need Jessy with Timothy. I can't be two people at once, so when we get to that point, we'll have to imagine Mariah standing at the door. Ringo, take your place at the table. Tanner, you were with Varny's men, I'm afraid. Rudy, you were at the table."

"Who the h.e.l.l are you talking to?" Darrell demanded irritably, looking around nervously.

"Humor me. I'm talking to dead men," Dillon said cheerfully.

Ringo let Jessy see him then. He shrugged to show her that he didn't know what Dillon intended, either. But he took a chair, sc.r.a.ping it against the wooden floor and making the others jump.

"What the h.e.l.l are you pulling, Wolf?" Hugo demanded, an edge of fear in his voice.

"Do you want the gold?" Dillon demanded. "Then let me work through this. All right, we'll pretend that Cheever is here at the table-he'd be the sheriff. And you, Sarah, you'd be Varny, of course. Then there were the four thugs who died right away. I'm sorry, Tanner, that would be you, along with the two men you killed, the ones who tried to kidnap Jessy."

"You only saw one body," Sarah said.

"Yes, you were just so helpful, calling me about that so quickly," he said. "I guess they haven't found the other body yet."

"It's here," Jessy told him.

"I should have figured as much," Dillon said thoughtfully. "We really should get Cheever out here."

"I told you, no cops, or she dies," Sarah said. "All of you die, for that matter."

She was going to kill them all anyway, Jessy thought, and Dillon had to know that.

"I didn't call Cheever, so you can cut out the threats," Dillon said. "Okay, one of you is Tobias, and one of you is just another henchman." He studied Darrell and Hugo. "Which is which? I didn't get to talk to Brent long enough earlier, and I'm not even sure he figured it all out, anyway. But no matter, we're all here except for the sheriff. Maybe Billie Tiger can take his place for now," he said thoughtfully.

Jessy barely contained a gasp when someone walked by her. It was the tall Seminole she had seen in her dream, the man Timothy talked to. And there they were, four men-well, three ghosts and one man-sitting at the table.

"Enough already," Sarah snapped. "Get on with it, Dillon. Quickly."

Jessy stared at Dillon, who was looking at her with an expression that offered strength...and something more. She remembered the word John Wolf had whispered in her dream, and suddenly, she understood.

Here, she mouthed silently to Dillon.

He nodded to show he understood.

Here. The gold was right here.

"Let's have a tune, George," Dillon said. "And a song, Milly."

Timothy began to play "A Bird in a Gilded Cage," and Sandra choked out the words.

"Good," Dillon said approvingly. "John Wolf had the winning hand. He and Mark Davison-that's you, Rudy-were the only ones still in the game. Ringo was bored, and Percy...he knew you were coming, Varny. He knew because he had warned you that I was heading back to town. He suspected that I knew where the gold was, and that you had to get to it fast, before I could. You terrorized him into doing your bidding. Sad, because deep down, I think he wanted to be a good guy. He just wasn't quite there yet. You know, a lot of religions believe that we're reincarnated, and that we grow with each life. I think Percy's finally found his courage, and that in this life, he's going to be a good man."

"What the h.e.l.l is all this?" Darrell Frye demanded. "Shut up already and get to the gold!"

Timothy suddenly pulled Jessy down to the piano. He smiled at her and put her fingers on the keys. She kept playing, kept singing in a low soft voice. She turned and her heart froze; Timothy was gone.

"Now you arrive, Varny," Dillon said. "You come up to me and get in my face about the gold. Come on, Sarah. If you want it, play it out."

As he spoke, Jessy found herself holding back a gasp. Sandra let out a low moan and stopped singing, and Reggie clutched her mother tightly.

Suddenly, everything seemed real. There were were four men at the poker table. There was cigar smoke in the air. Beyond the swinging doors, the sun was falling lower, a bloodred blossom in the sky. four men at the poker table. There was cigar smoke in the air. Beyond the swinging doors, the sun was falling lower, a bloodred blossom in the sky.

The men around the table suddenly rose. Hugo screamed, and Jessy knew that he could see them, too: Ringo, Tanner and Rudy, all in period attire and armed with six-guns. He screamed again, drew his own gun and fired, but his shot went wild.

Dillon, too, had come to the gunfight-with a gun. He fired, dropping Hugo, then spun on a dime, and Darrell Frye, his hands shaking as he tried to aim, went down next. Then Dillon turned to Sarah.

But she had her gun leveled on him. "Not yet, cowboy," she said smoothly. "And I don't care what visions you've conjured. They're not real. They're not real. And I still want my gold." And I still want my gold."

The saloon doors suddenly swung open with a vengeance, drawing Sarah's attention. She shot wildly at the doors, but there was no one there.

Ringo took a step forward, and Sarah's eyes darted in the direction of his clinking spurs.

Dillon took advantage of the moment, but he didn't shoot her. He slammed his fist into her gut, and she cried out in agony, dropping her gun as she crashed to the floor.

Suddenly there was a silhouette in the doorway, and an authoritative voice said, "I'll take it from here, Dillon. Good thing Mr. Sparhawk slipped out the back to warn me not to come charging in or I'd be shot full of holes now. The shooting's all over for the night, folks."

"Dillon!" Jessy screamed. It wasn't over. Sarah had reclaimed her gun and taken aim at Dillon again, a crazed glint in her eyes. "They're not real!" she screamed.

Gunfire exploded. Dillon had no chance to take aim and fire, but Sarah made a shocked, gurgling sound, and a pool of blood was staining her shirt.

Ringo Murphy was standing a few feet away, a small trail of smoke rising from the barrel of the Colt he had leveled at Sarah Clay. She stared at him, seeing him and finally believing in him, as the glare of fury, hatred and bitterness faded from her eyes until there was nothing there at all. Ringo might be a ghost, but he had taken a real gun from the fallen body of Hugo Blythe, and with it and the legacy of the past, he had dealt justice with it in the present.

Sandra started to sob, hugging Reggie. Timothy went over to her, taking her into his arms. "It's all right, Sandra, it's over now."

"What...the h.e.l.l just happened?" Cheever asked.

"Just a trick of light and energy-and time," Dillon told him. Cheever would know, if he thought about it, that it couldn't have been so simple, but he would accept the explanation, because the reality would be just too hard to acknowledge.

As Jessy stood and walked unsteadily over to the table, she heard the sounds of sirens, car doors slamming and the voices of Adam, Brent and Nikki, as well as a number that she didn't recognize. People would be all over them in a minute. She threw herself into Dillon's arms, and he held her tightly, whispering against her hair before pulling away and kissing her lips.

"Oh my G.o.d, Dillon, you did it," she whispered.

"With help," he said, smiling.

"Ringo was brilliant."

"Yes, he was. But I meant you. You kept everyone alive until I could get here."

She laughed. "Only because she believed you could find the gold."

"As a matter of fact, I think I have a pretty good idea where it is," he told her.

She drew away, smiling. "I know," she said.

"You do?"

"I walked with Timothy's ghost dancers in a dream, and I saw John Wolf. It's here. He looked at his Mariah, and that's what he said, 'Here.'"

He laughed. "That's it. The exact answer. Here in the saloon. We're standing on it."

Epilogue.

A month later, Jessy was fiddling with her bouquet when Dillon came over and stood next to her. The organist was getting ready, the crowd had a.s.sembled and the service was about to start. month later, Jessy was fiddling with her bouquet when Dillon came over and stood next to her. The organist was getting ready, the crowd had a.s.sembled and the service was about to start.

"They found it," he whispered.

"Who found what?" she whispered back.

"The excavators found the gold. The vein was right there, running under the saloon. Now the Paiute nation will have the gold, and the town will come back to life."

She rose on her toes and kissed him. "That's great. Now, please, get out of my way. I have somewhere to be."

It was a simple ceremony, but Jessy wanted everything to be right. When the music began, she looked back. Sally Teasdale, hiding behind the door, gave her a wink and a wave. Jessy started down the aisle, tossing flower petals as she went, until she reached the make-shift altar. The music changed, and to the traditional strains of "Here Comes the Bride," Mrs. Teasdale, in simple but elegant pale blue with a matching veil, came walking down the aisle, smiling radiantly.