The Boys in Blue and Gray
By Chris James
Chapter Eleven
Zach had chosen his clothing for the performance very carefully. They had all agreed that formal black dress would make them seem united and please Jenny, who would no doubt appear in the brightest colors available. Spring had arrived and with it the ladies of San Francisco society had blossomed in pinks and blues, colors that matched the local hydrangea and hibiscus flowers.
The flyers for the concert were posted about town, the Pavilion made ready, and finally the weather cleared. It had rained all week, leaving the city damp and uncomfortable. Matthew had stayed home from work and Zach had been glad for the company. Abe had not returned.
For all of Matthew's desires to believe that Abe would be there in time for the concert those thoughts had come to naught. Zach was disappointed; he wanted Abe to see this moment of glory. It was bad enough that the town was in mourning at the assassination of Abraham Lincoln.
The war had ended with Lee's surrender and that had brought great joy, but then less than a week later Lincoln had been killed. Mayor Coon had led thousands through the streets, Zach and Matthew among them. Both of them were sure there would be retribution against the south and wished Abe was there to add his thoughts on the subject.
Evan Dennison had brought the only bit of news that could provide comfort in this time of trouble. Abe had sent a message to the governor's office the week before. At least Zach knew he was alive and well, but he was heading south, away from San Francisco not towards it. Evan could give Zach no clue to Abe's reasons for traveling so far.
But as the afternoon progressed Zach dressed nicely and carried his concert clothes out to a waiting carriage that would take him to the Ardmore home. Jenny had planned a nice luncheon, and Zach would enjoy relaxing before she carted them all off to the Pavilion for their performance.
Having Victor and Evan's company these past weeks had provided Zach with distraction and a sense of accomplishment. The gentlemen of the Golden Gate had voted him in as a member, the youngest to ever receive that honor. Outside of rehearsal, Zach had spent his afternoons in the company of men at the club who shared their vast knowledge of business and the underground life they led.
It was with some amusement that Zach had been introduced to Lamont Malone, only to find himself agreeing to sit for a portrait by the talented artist. Victor had shown him the portraits that hung in the upstairs bedrooms. The paintings were stunning, and sometimes graphic. But Zach came away from that experience with some excitement when Victor said that Lamont would like to do a portrait, clothed of course.
The painting was taking shape on the sunny enclosed porch off the sitting room. Lamont assured Zach only a few more sittings were required for it to be finished. It was a flattering portrait, so life like and colorful. Zach had teased Victor about hanging it in the pink bedroom upstairs next to the nude, but the man had his own ideas about where it should be presented.
The members of the club would attend this evening's performance, as would the mayor. It would be Jenny's chance to push the city into building a proper concert hall for the orchestra she had planned. All this might take years to build, but their little quartet would provide her with the leverage; the money would be of no consequence.
Matthew had his own fancy clothes for the evening, and yet the day yawned before him with nothing to do. Zach had left for the Ardmore's and so he had the afternoon free to go see if his friend was really going to attend the concert this evening.
Matthew had discussed this with Zach, who in turn had taken him to the Ardmore home to ask Jenny what she thought. After her first startled exclamation she sat back and contemplated the answer.
"I know this man is a friend of yours, Matthew. Does he have an interest in classical music?" She asked.
"I don't really know, probably as much as I do," Matthew replied.
"It will be controversial, although I don't think the mayor will be upset by it. These Chinese people are here to work for us and live with us; I just don't know any of them. He's a business man, you say?"
"One of the top businessmen in the Chinese community, Mrs. Ardmore," Matthew said. "He's been in the city almost twenty years now and speaks excellent English. He has strived to understand our culture and I am doing my best to assist, that's why I thought to invite him to the concert."
"Yes... well there will be some who don't approve, but you go ahead and invite him. I think it's about time that we make our city open to all its people."
And so Matthew had invited Lin Po to attend the Pavilion that evening. The man had become a great source of knowledge and the friendship blossomed. But Lin was pragmatic; he was open about the way the Chinese community worked.
"In Canton my people hear of the great wealth to be earned in California, it is like a drug that seizes the mind. Hard work is not foreign to my people; they are like slaves to their masters in China. But so many are poor and that makes them desperate, I can only look on in despair at what they do."
"I don't understand, doesn't it cost a great deal to travel all that distance?" Matthew asked.
"Yes, a great deal of money. But a man will sell his future and the future of his family to come here. There are men who will broker a man's life like he was an animal. It may take years for that man to pay off his debt, if he lives to see that end. I was fortunate to come from a wealthy family; they assured my success in business."
"You showed me the restaurant, is that what you mean?"
Lin smiled. "Matthew, a man must engage in many things to assure survival. Business is like an octopus, are you familiar with that sea creature?"
"I think so; it has all those arms... "
"Tentacles... the arms are called tentacles. But each one of those may reach out to grasp a source of food and carry it back to the creature's mouth," Lin said. "And so it is in business. Many branches are necessary to feed the whole, thus if one fails the others will not."
He looked at Matthew and nodded, he was sure the boy understood the concept... now for the truth.
"I have the restaurant and my import business. I bring the goods of my country to yours. You have seen the ladies in their bright silk hats; I import that fabric and many other things. But I also supply the needs of my community... and not all of it is legal. Do you understand?"
Of course he did, Matthew was well aware that the Chinese opium dens flourished around the city. They were tolerated by the police as a necessary means of appeasing the Chinese, but a white man was forbidden to enter one of them.
Matthew nodded. "I suppose that's another side of business, nothing that interests me."
Lin smiled. "I would not wish you to become involved. But I felt it my duty to inform you of my affairs, it is nothing you need to be concerned about."
With Zach gone Matthew headed over to Sacramento Street and Lin Po's restaurant, aptly named the Golden Palace. He could not read the Chinese characters over the door but Lin had translated them for him. Because of its location so close to Kearney Street the place did a mixed business. But in deference to his customers Lin had a dividing wall so his white customers didn't have to eat with the Chinese.
Matthew's presence at the door was noted by the head waiter who bowed and escorted him across the white's dining room and thru a doorway into the back. This was Mr. Chen's office as the manager for Lin's affairs and he smiled at seeing the boy.
"Matthew... good see you," Chen said in his halting English.
"Good seeing you, Mr. Chen," Matthew replied.
It was a point of pride for Chen that he could exchange greetings with Lin's friend. This was the first white person who had ever treated him with civility. He had been here only four years, sent by his family to attend to the restaurant for the Lin family. The tangled web of family affiliations in China was not as apparent here, but Lin Po was still his master.
Not long after Chen arrived in the city, he was beaten and left senseless on the street by two white men. He awoke in pain, unaware of what he had done to cause offense, he still did not know. For this reason he had cautioned Lin that attending this musical event would have repercussions, he did not wish his master to be at risk.
"I think you do not understand the nature of my young friend," Lin had said. "His spirit has faced greater challenges than escorting an old man to hear music. I must go; I must be seen by the important people. They will judge me and through their eyes every Chinese in this city. It is time for us to be seen."
Chen did not have the words to express his concerns to Matthew; Lin would feel it impertinent if he became involved. He just hoped the boy understood the risk to Lin and himself. No matter that these people were rich; they were the most dangerous people in the city.
"Master Lin say you come," Chen said.
Matthew smiled. "He is a wonder. Will I disturb him?"
Chen smiled and then bowed. "He waits to eat you."
"He waits to eat with me," Matthew corrected.
"With you, I understand," Chen said. "Please... " And he showed Matthew to the private dining room.
Lin was writing something and Matthew sat down quietly at the table. He had watched the man write out this string of characters before, marveling at the intricacy of the little figures. Lin had tried to explain how writing in China had evolved over the centuries, little pictures expressing a sound and a concept unlike anything Matthew had ever experienced. All he knew was that he would never learn Lin's language, whereas the man had learned his.
Finally Lin looked up and smiled. "I am writing my son in Canton about attending this concert and how important it is to the Chinese people."
Matthew smiled. "I know you will find the music strange, but I felt like that at first."
"Our ears may hear different tunes but we can always admire the dedication of the musicians," Lin said. "I will go with an open mind."
They ate a bowl of noodles together. Matthew had admired the subtle flavors in Chinese food since the first bite. And then they played Mah Jong, a curious game he was only beginning to appreciate. Lin was kind enough to teach him, and smart enough not to decimate his opponent.
The Pavilion was less than a mile from here, but the streets had been awash with mud for days. Lin said he would arrange transportation in a carriage owned by a friend, this would deliver them both to the event without damage to their clothing. By three Matthew took his leave to wash and dress for the occasion, promising Lin to return by six.
The Drake was quiet this afternoon and that's probably why Matthew heard the sounds in their rooms before he even opened the door. He wasn't armed today although most times he carried his pistol throughout the city. He listened at the door and heard a groan, with that he swung the door open and stopped cold.
Abe was sitting on a chair attempting to change his bandages, what Matthew saw was a swollen arm and black and blue bruises surrounding a horrible wound.
"My God... Abe, what happened?"
Abe grimaced. "Good to see you too, I was shot."
"You need a doctor, let me fetch one," Matthew said.
"No... the one who first treated this damn near made my arm fall off. I had a sailor treat it the past few days, it looks much better now," Abe said. "Just help me get a bandage back on it."
Abe looked thinner, but then they all had lost weight on the trail west. Matthew contemplated the splint and the bandages, knowing he wasn't going to do a good job of this.
"I see the concert is tonight, guess I made it back in time," Abe said.
"Yes... you probably shouldn't go."
Matthew tended the wound carefully, but Abe groaned when the splint was reapplied.
"Look, this isn't working," Matthew said. "If it gets infected you'll lose that arm. Let me get some help, I won't bring a doctor, I promise."
Abe was sweating from the pain and he nodded. "Do what you can, this is killing me."
"I'll be back in fifteen minutes," Matthew said, and he ran out the door.
Abe laid his arm on the table and stared out the window. San Francisco had never looked as good as it had this morning when the ship docked. The journey from Los Angeles was a haze of pain and sleep induced by the pain medication he'd been given. It wasn't until this gruff old sailor had examined his wound that Abe snapped out of his lethargy.
The old man had shaken his head and told Abe the doctor hadn't splinted it properly. He gave Abe a couple shots of rum, which combined with the medicine, took away the senses. Abe only remembered the pain distantly as the sailor poured something on the wound and bound it up tight.
The crew soon discovered who he was and began caring for him. He was fed and watered, given a dose of rum whenever the pain swept thru him, and generally coddled by men whose appearance belied their warmth. He was gently set ashore and escorted back to the Drake by two of the sailors who refused any payment when Abe offered.
And now he was depending upon Matthew for assistance, it grated on his nerves. For almost a year Abe had been independent. Well, Zach had been there to assist. He figured the boy was off getting ready, he didn't want to steal any attention with his misery.
Matthew returned with two Chinese men, one of them so old he looked positively ancient. This man set a wooden box on the table and bowed.
"This is Mr. Chen and Mr. Lu," Matthew said, and the little old man went to work.
He mixed a potion with hot water and made Abe drink it, a few minutes later the pain had vanished and he set to work on the wound. Chen watched every move as the poultice was applied and the bandage wrapped. Abe felt none of this, his body felt numb.
After the bandaging was done Matthew called for hot water and Abe was given a bath. None of them would tell him, but he smelled awful bad and the bath was soothing. Finally the treatment was finished and the men bowed their way out the door.
Abe laughed and shook his head. "What was that, where did you find them?"
"I have friends in the Chinese community," Matthew said. "Do you honestly feel like attending this concert tonight?"
"I didn't earlier, but whatever that man gave me has restored my strength. I suppose I ought to get dressed, this damn arm is going to be a nuisance."
As Matthew helped him into his clothes Abe told him about the trip south. Clemens, the outlaws and the shooting all came tumbling out, and then he had to ask. "Is Zach mad at me? I didn't expect it would take me away that long."
Matthew nodded. "Clemens gave him your message, and then Evan Dennison told us you were heading down to Los Angeles. He's not mad, but you can be thankful that he's had this music to keep him busy."
Abe reached for his pistol and struggled to strap it around his waist. "What are you doing? You don't need to be armed," Matthew said.
Abe opened his wallet and extracted the badge. "For the rest of my life, as long as I carry this badge I will be armed. I can't take the chance that someone will come after me and endanger the ones I love. This is just as much for your protection as mine."
Matthew nodded, and then gave Abe a kiss on the cheek. "You'll always be my hero; you don't need a badge to prove it."
By six they were both dressed and ready. Abe admired Matthew's new clothes and realized the boy was growing up, he was already a man. A mist had once again descended on the city and Abe struggled into his coat which hid the pistol from view. The sling looked awkward against such a fine piece of apparel but it had to be worn, it would probably elicit sympathy.
Matthew led Abe down the street and across to Kearney. There they entered the restaurant and again Matthew was escorted to the back. This time Lin Po awaited, resplendent in a black silk robe covered in small golden dragons. It had never occurred to Matthew that the man would attend the concert in his Chinese clothing, but he looked grand and imposing.
"Gentlemen, shall we eat something before we go?" Lin asked.
Of course he knew all about Abe and the wound, but he also saw the young man was no longer in pain. The knowledge he had of the herbal pain killer made him understand that hunger would follow the lapse of pain, and he smiled as Abe ate with relish.
"This is really good, I never tasted anything quite like it," Abe said.
"The little dumplings are called dim sum," Matthew said between bites.
Abe appraised his friend. "So I guess you eat here often?"
"Lin Po and I have become friends, he shares my trust."
Abe nodded, knowing that Matthew was telling him something important. "You have good friends," He said.
"It was Matthew who suggested I attend the concert this evening. I understand your friend Zachery will give a grand performance," Lin said. "It is my wish that more of your community seeks to understand mine."
Abe nodded. "I agree with you and will do my best to make that happen."
Lin smiled. "It is as Matthew said; you will be a friend to the Chinese."
Lin brought them to the front of the restaurant for their ride to the concert, awaiting them was a grand coach with four horses and two Chinese drivers.
"Goodness, Lin... what have you done?" Matthew exclaimed.
"It is nothing. I rarely get to travel about the city with two such important friends, we will be seen by many, and the impression must be lasting."
Abe almost laughed. He understood Lin's statement only too well. There would be many important people there this evening, the only Chinaman in attendance must appear at his best. He should have known that Matthew would reach out and become friends with such a man. The boy had an undying curiosity for the unique people of this world; he had chosen well when he found Lin Po.
The coach pulled up to the entrance of the Pavilion and the drivers jumped down to open the door. Matthew exited first to assist Abe down the steps, and then Lin Po stepped out. There was already a crowd of people inside the doors and a murmur went up at their appearance. It wasn't the man with the sling that attracted such attention.
Jenny Ardmore hurried across the hall and embraced Matthew. "Welcome... welcome," She said, and then she looked from Abe to Lin Po.
"Mrs. Ardmore," Abe said.
"Abraham Wheelwright... where have you been?"
"It's a long story," Abe said.
"Mrs. Ardmore, this is Mr. Lin Po," Matthew said.
She extended her hand as Lin bowed low without touching her. She looked surprised and then bowed slightly in return. "Mr. Po, it's nice to meet you."
Matthew smiled; everyone around them was watching the exchange. He moved closer and whispered. "Po is his first name, he's Mr. Lin to us, they do it backwards."
Jenny nodded and smiled. "I should have known, I'm sorry Mr. Lin."
"There is no need for apology, Mrs. Ardmore. Our customs are different only because we come from opposing sides of our planet."
Jenny smiled. "How true. We are all one in the great sea of humanity."
Lin bowed slightly. "You speak words of wisdom."
"Abe!" A voice rang out from across the hall, and Zach moved swiftly thru the crowd. The boy was flush with excitement but he stopped as he saw the sling, his face falling, the smile gone.
"It's nothing," Abe said, "Just a modest gunshot wound."
"Oh, Abe... " Zach said.
"I told you I would be here... promise kept," Abe said.
Zach remained by his side as the clock ticked down to the moment the concert would begin. Jenny Ardmore introduced Lin to Mayor Coon who made the politically correct move of shaking the man's hand in front of everyone. Lin smiled graciously but Matthew could see the twinkle in his eye. The evening had begun with great progress for the Chinese community.
Lin took Zach's hand as they were introduced. "So nice to meet you, Mr. Lin. Matthew has told me all about you."
"And I know of you," Lin replied. "Your music this evening will increase my knowledge, for that I am grateful."
Abe was observing all this when he felt a hand on his shoulder and he turned to find the warm eyes of Sam Clemens upon him.
"Didn't listen to me I see," Sam said looking down at the sling.
"A bee sting, nothing more," Abe said with a smile. Clemens shook his head and moved away in the company of the mayor... and Billy Ralston. Abe hadn't noticed him in the crowd, but he would have to apologize to Billy... eventually.
Zach rolled his eyes at Abe's comment; there would be time enough to find out the truth. Right now all he wanted to do was embrace the love of his life and take him home, but that would have to wait. A man wandered the hall and struck a chime announcing that the audience should take their seats.
"Are you nervous?" Abe whispered.
"I am, but now I have every reason to perform my best," Zach said.
Abe leaned over and whispered. "I love you." And Zach smiled. What he wanted most in this world had again been declared. If not for all these people he would have kissed the man he loved, instead he grasped Abe's good hand.
"I have to go now, enjoy the concert," Zach said.
"I have every reason to," Abe replied.
It was Lin who smiled and nodded to himself. Yes, he understood the nature of what he was seeing. Men loving men was not uncommon in China; it was just kept most secret. But any commitment like this he could accept, especially since he judged the two young men to be so worthy. And with that thought he wondered what place Matthew had in their lives. He could see that both Abe and Zachery cared for the boy, but he was not of their persuasion. This he would have to examine more closely.
Lin found the seat chosen for him, between Matthew and Mrs. Ardmore, a distinct honor as their place was in the front row. The small stage held three chairs, music stands and the piano. Although Matthew had explained the nature of classical music, Lin had no idea of what was going to be performed.
Matthew had passed along the knowledge from Zach and Lin realized he should have offered the boys a dinner beforehand to discuss the performance. He leaned over to Matthew when he saw a small booklet appear in the boy's hand.
"You know what they will play?" Lin asked.
Matthew showed him the program which had been on his seat. No one had left one for Lin; maybe they thought he could not read English. Matthew handed over his program and Lin looked at the words. Beethoven, Mozart... the names unfamiliar. But it seemed that there would be six distinct pieces of music in the performance, he would count the one he favored most.
The lights across the front of the stage became brighter as the gas was turned up. Such a marvel, Lin wished to have such a luxury in his home. But Mrs. Ardmore clapped her hands as the musicians took to the stage and Lin politely mimicked her enthusiasm.
The instruments were not so different than the ones he had seen in China, stringed shapes that were stroked by a bow. Zach held the smallest, a violin, and as the musicians were seated Mayor Coon stepped forth to speak.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome to the first performance of the Ardmore Quartet, the finest musicians in our fair city." There was applause at this statement and Coon held up his hands for silence. "Tonight we begin something that has long been needed in San Francisco, a chance to listen to great music. I assure you this will only be a beginning; we will find the will to make ourselves renowned throughout the country for our music."
He held up his hands again as the applause began. "Please, don't applaud my words, save your approval for these fine talents who sit behind me." There was a murmur of approval at that. "This old hall has never heard the likes of what you will hear this evening. We have Mrs. Ardmore to thank for giving us the opportunity to raise our spirits in such a time of national trouble. And so without further adieu, I give you the Ardmore Quartet."
There was light applause as Coon stepped down, and then Zach rose by himself and walked towards the piano. Beatrice looked lovely in her black beaded gown, together they looked stunning. Zach held the violin at his waist as she settled in on the piano bench and rested her fingers on the keys. Abe could almost bet what was coming, and as she began he smiled, looking up at Zach who smiled back only for him.
The Mozart Adagio had become one of his favorite things, and Abe knew why it was on the program. And as the short introduction concluded Zach lifted his violin and joined the piano in the glory of the music. Zach could play this piece with his eyes closed, and now was no different.
Abe had asked the boy what he thought as he played something so sweet and beautiful. Zach had said his mind often went blank, allowing the music to take over and become everything. And then at times he had visions of the composer sitting at his piano writing this music for the ages. For somewhere in the score Zach said he could feel the tragedy of Mozart's life, the end coming so soon for a man that young.
The emotional content of the boy's life was never more apparent than when he played. He smiled and frowned along with the strokes of his bow, he seemed to become one with the instrument. Abe could feel the hush around him; the audience was caught up by what they heard. He dared to look down the row and saw Lin Po bright eyed and staring. Matthew was smiling, and Mrs. Ardmore sat in a state of rapture.
His eyes returned to Zach, the boy obviously swept way by the music leaping from his fingers. It made Abe humble, everything he needed in life was here standing before him. Their private moments were like this music, and Zach played him with the skill of a musician... a lover.
That had almost ended in San Bernardino; it was not something he would soon forget. If he was to keep this boy then he could no longer risk his life. Zach had displayed such patience, such compassion. Abe knew he could not continue to put Zach thru this torture, he would have to resign. There would be time to find a new career.
The piece ended with a flourish and Zach smiled, reaching across the piano to grasp Beatrice's hand and have her stand for the well deserved applause. Hundreds of hands clapped, only Abe was unable to give what was due. Then Zach bowed and returned to his seat.
The program continued, giving full voice to the other musicians. As a quartet they performed a flawless rendition of one piece after another, the audience voicing their approval after each section. And as the climax of the hour long program came to an end the people rose to their feet and gave their final approval. Mrs. Ardmore looked positively radiant.
After the final bows the lights in the hall were restored and the crowd slowly thinned. Abe found himself beside Lin Po who smiled and looked about the hall.
"Such excellent sounds I have never heard," Lin said.
"It took me a while to figure out classical music," Abe admitted. "Where I come from there was no such thing."
"So this music is not widely known?" Lin asked.
"At the upper levels of society it is, I was a farmer," Abe said.
Lin gazed at him in amazement. "And yet you were made for greater things than the humble life of a farmer."
"The war made that decision for me. I could say this is a place I don't belong except for my friendship with Zach. He changed my life."
"And so you have met your destiny with acceptance, a wise decision," Lin said. "If you do not look back with anger your future will be assured."
Abe smiled at the words. "I just wish it could be that easy, nothing is assured."
Zach and the ensemble walked out in front of the stage and Mrs. Ardmore hugged each musician with great energy and tears in her eyes.
"Wonderful, you have changed the lives of us all," Jenny said, and then she turned to Lin. "And you, Mr. Lin, what did you think?"
He seemed surprised that she asked but he nodded. "It was as you say, wonderful. My ears will remember the pleasure of this concert for a long time."
Jenny smiled. "Someday we will have a concert of your music, Mr. Lin. Someday the people will be ready to accept it."
"You are so kind," Lin said with a bow.
"We are having a reception at my home, Mr. Lin. I would be honored if you would attend with your friends," Jenny said.
Lin looked at Matthew who nodded. "I would be greatly pleased, thank you kindly," Lin said.
Abe stood to one side waiting for Zach to finish dealing with the well wishers. His arm throbbed again, but not as much. He could not tell Zach that all he wanted to do was go home, the boy deserved to attend the reception and receive his due share of the praise. They walked towards the entrance and stood awaiting the coach.
The Pavilion sat on one side of Union Square, the street this early in the evening was jammed with people. Abe watched as Mayor Coon and Sam Clemens stood some short distance away awaiting their carriage. He didn't see the group of drunken buffoons who now approached in the other direction.
"Hey, it's a Chinaman," One of the men yelled, and the others jeered.
"You don't belong on our streets," Another yelled, and then someone threw a whiskey bottle at Lin.
Abe turned to the sounds in time to see Lin duck the bottle and face his attackers. The gang came on and then the night was shattered by a gunshot. Everyone standing before the concert hall cringed as Abe fired a second shot in the air.
"Back off in the name of the law," Abe said, pulling his coat aside to reveal the badge pinned to his vest. The men didn't look deterred and so Abe leveled his pistol at the largest man in the crowd. "One step closer and you'll be explaining yourself to the devil."
Now the men stood and gaped as Abe heard the sound of police whistles and several uniforms appeared. "Put the gun down," One of the officers yelled.
"Not tonight, I'm the law here. Now get these men out of here," Abe said.
The policeman pointed his gun at Abe, "I said drop your pistol."
"Stop right there," Mayor Coon yelled. He confronted the policeman and took the man's gun away. "Muldoon, you just lost your stripes, don't you see that badge this man is wearing? He's worth ten of you any day. Now arrest these drunks for assault and get them the hell out of here."
Several policemen hustled the drunks away and Coon turned to Abe who was looking at Lin. The Chinaman was livid with anger and yet he tried to remain calm.
"Mr. Lin, I'm sorry this happened," Abe said.
Lin bowed. "It is I who must thank you for your defense of my poor self."
"It's my duty to defend everyone, it doesn't matter where they come from," Abe said.
The coach arrived and Matthew was aided by Zach in helping Abe enter the vehicle.
"Mr. Lin, a moment if you will." Lin turned to find the mayor standing there hat in hand.
"Yes, your Honor?" Lin said.
"I am most sorry, and embarrassed. I would be pleased if you would come and speak to the businessmen's association next month. I believe it's time we came to an understanding," Coon said.
Lin bowed. "From adversity comes strength, Mr Mayor. I would be honored to attend and bring understanding between our peoples."
Coon smiled. "I'll send you an official invitation, thank you."
Lin entered the coach and couldn't stop smiling. He took a seat beside Matthew and patted the boy's arm.
"You better explain why you're so happy," Matthew said.
"I had a pleasant evening with good company, wonderful music and now a political coup, why shouldn't I be happy?"
"Those men were... oh never mind. I don't believe I will ever understand the way Chinese people think."
Lin laughed which made Abe and Zach smile. "It is not always the understanding that is important but the attempt you make to do so," Lin said. "Friendship is about the desire to understand, my young friend... only lovers accomplish anything more."
And he delivered that last line with a knowing look at Abe who nodded in return.
The Ardmore home held a small crowd of only fifty or sixty people. Clemens managed to get himself introduced to Lin Po, and they seemed to recognize something in one another. Abe stood by and watched Zach move around the room thanking people for their kindness.
He really was the most stunning beauty in the room, and with amusement he caught Victor looking as well. Abe had only seen the man twice before and he knew nothing about the club, Zach had yet to tell him. But Abe didn't mind others looking, for every time the boy moved around the room his eyes sought out Abe and he gave a reassuring smile.
"Hello, Abe," And Billy Ralston was standing there with a smile. "I see Freddy Low put you in a difficult situation."
"I'm sorry, Mr. Ralston... I should have telegraphed you, but things happened so fast I didn't have the time... ."
Billy put a hand on Abe's good arm. "Calm down, the governor explained everything, you were following orders. And from what Freddy has told me you far exceeded his expectations, he wants you to come work for him on a full time basis."
Abe shook his head. "No, I won't do it. If you can't find something for me then I quit, I'll send the badge back."
Billy looked down at the sling. "Don't suppose getting shot has anything to do with that decision, does it? Don't despair... I have something in mind for you, something I think you'll like. I have to go now or my wife will kill me and you'll have to arrest her." Billy laughed and then shook Abe's hand. "Good work, Marshal... come see me when you're feeling better."
Abe was relieved, Billy wasn't mad. "What was that all about?" Zach asked.
Abe sighed. "I was afraid he would fire me, seems he thinks I'm some kind of hero and he wants me to stay on."
"Have you seen the garden?" Zach asked.
"No, I... " And Zach virtually dragged him out the French doors to the patio.
"Look, I heard all about what happened in Los Angeles... you got very lucky, Abe."
"I'm quitting, Zach. I can't risk my life when I mean to spend the rest of it with you. I always think I'm the strong one, but then I see the strength you have. I want nothing to come between us, nothing at all."
Zach rubbed his hand across Abe's cheek. "I knew I loved you for a reason. Can I kiss you now?"
"Here? Isn't that a little risky?"
"So is facing two outlaws with guns, but you did it."
And so in the darkness they kissed and the passion flowed as it always had. The wounded arm was between them and Abe winced causing Zach to withdraw his touch.
"I'm sorry," Zach said.
"No, I've caused you enough pain, it's my turn."
Zach smiled. "Don't be silly, my time was well spent."
"I saw that this evening, you were amazing," Abe said.
Now Zach giggled. "No, the amazing comes later when we're alone."
Abe grinned. "It sure does."
Lin Po watched the two boys enter the room and mingle with the other guests. They had been gone but a short time, and yet he knew they had settled any differences between them. The evening had been a success on many levels. Old bonds had been renewed, new ones forged.
He would not forget the kindness shown to him; Lin now had a new respect for these three boys. The musician would be of great value for the gentle spirit that resided in his heart, he would bring joy to the city. The farmer was unlike any other man he'd ever met. So strong of character, so righteous in his defense of an old Chinese man he barely knew.
And Matthew, now there was a curiosity. He could see the boy was biding his time; his moment in the world would come. Until then Lin knew he would cherish the friendship until Matthew sought his destiny. And then... yes, then he would offer assistance to him, to them. His mind knew that their future was tied to his and he was ready to accept the challenge and the success that would bring.
Lin looked about the room at the others. These were the wealthy and successful people of the city, and he was one of them. They did not recognize what stood in their midst. Secretly he was going to become leader of the Tong, that far reaching business organization which held such sway over the Chinese community.
At least under his leadership there would be fewer deaths. The Tong had become too overbearing; it was time to change their tactics. The members needed to understand that the competition was here in this room. With the right approach Lin was sure things could change.
The Chinese were dependant upon these people for their livelihood. The labor that they provided in the mines and on the new railroad had made these men rich, Lin felt it was time to get some of that back for his people. Perhaps the mayor was sincere in his offer of meeting, perhaps not. The game had begun and he had best be prepared to advance his strategy or be crushed.
The evening ended rather abruptly as the floor beneath their feet shook. The number of earth tremors had been high this spring, earthquakes just another challenge to overcome in this city. There was no apparent damage, but the guests seemed to drift away after the event.
Lin made his bow to the hostess and shook hands with the men. His coach awaited and they must be off, if for no other reason than Abe needed to rest. Mrs. Ardmore saw them to the door and bid them all a good evening.
"A pleasant evening," Lin said as they boarded the coach.
Matthew smiled. "You seemed quite comfortable. I find those people intimidating."
"Ahh, then you do not know real power," Lin said. "I have stood before the Emperor of all the Chinese people. He lives in such wealth, things you could not imagine, and yet he is a simple man who cannot abide his life. But he controls the lives of millions; I think it rather depresses him to be treated like a god."
"How did you meet him?" Matthew asked.
Lin chuckled. "I went to beg him to spare my life. I married his cousin without asking permission."
"Goodness... well I guess you won," Matthew said.
"It's a matter of perspective," Lin said. "I am here, they are there."
"Oh, now I know I want to hear that story."
Lin laughed. "Another time perhaps, for now we must get your friends home."
Matthew looked across the coach and saw Abe and Zach half asleep in their seats.
"Another time, I won't let you forget," Matthew said.
"I would expect nothing else from you," Lin said.
Zach and Matthew guided Abe up the stairs and undressed him. "Thank you," Zach said. "He'll get better soon."
"The bones will heal by themselves, the rest is up to you," Matthew replied. "Good night."
Zach pondered that comment. Matthew had grown considerably and he was turning fifteen in just a few days. But physical age didn't matter; the boy's mind was growing so much faster. He supposed it had something to do with the influence of his work, it definitely helped that the boy was friends with Lin Po.
Abe was asleep, so much for the return of his love. But with the concert over there would be time to resume their affections, Zach lay down and sighed. The tension of the evening flowed away, leaving him with other thoughts. He had heard only part of Abe's conversation with Ralston, enough to hear Abe say he was going to quit.
He didn't want to stand between Abe and what he wanted to do. But if Ralston could find him something here... yes, he hoped that was true. The concert was a success, his role as an accomplished musician in this city was assured. Jenny now wanted him to play and teach at the school, he could do that.
Victor had asked him to bring Abe to the club on Tuesday for tea, the only time non-members were allowed. It was time he showed those men what he shared with Abe. The damaged arm would not slow Abe down, he knew that too well. But now he wanted to try some of the new things he had heard men could do in bed. If Abe approved he could think of nothing that would bring them closer together.
Zach arose early, allowing Abe to sleep. But at seven there was a polite knock on the door and when he opened it a little Chinese man stood there with a box in his hand and a cup of steaming water.
"Hello... can I help you?" Zach asked.
The man bowed and handed Zach a note. "This is Mr. Lu, he has been sent to change the bandage over the wound." It was signed by Lin Po.
"Oh... yes, please come in. I'm afraid he's still asleep." And after saying all that he realized the man didn't understand a word. He walked over to the bedroom door and opened it. Abe was asleep on his back, snoring, with the arm on his chest.
Lu smiled and nodded. He walked in the room and put the box down. Zach watched as the man removed some folded papers and slid the contents into the hot water. The room filled with a strange smell as Lu went over and gently grasped the arm. He leaned down and sniffed the bandage, nodding to himself and laying the arm back on Abe's chest.
Lu took a small case out of his box and opened it on the side table. Zach looked and saw a row of long needles inside, he had no idea what these were for. Surely he wasn't going to stick Abe with the needles? Lu took Abe's good hand and began to massage the palm until the boy woke up.
"Oh... ahh, Mr. Lu," Abe said.
"He's here to change the bandages," Zach said.
Lu chose a needle from the case and quickly stuck it in Abe's shoulder. Zach gasped but Abe didn't even flinch.
"Didn't that hurt?" Zach asked.
"Don't feel a thing," Abe said.
Lu quickly applied three more needles in the shoulder, and then two more in Abe's wrist.
"Goodness... my arm is numb," Abe said.
Lu touched several places and nodded to himself, and then he set about unwrapping the bandages. The cloth came away clean and as he removed the last layer Zach could see the wound was nothing but a dark hole. Abe looked down and smiled.
"Yesterday it looked awful, now it's so clean. These Chinese are amazing healers."
Lu picked up the cup and washed the wound with the liquid. Satisfied, he pulled out a piece of cloth and tore it in strips, these he dipped in the liquid and gently pushed them into the open wound. He felt the wrist and forearm with his fingers and again nodded.
"Whatever he's done seems to make him happy," Zach said.
"Yes, too bad he can't just heal the bones," Abe replied.
Lu took a rolled bamboo mat from his case and wrapped it around the break; he tied this in place with more strips of cloth. Over all this he wrapped another layer of cloth which he tied in place. With final quick moves he pulled the six needles from Abe's flesh, the treatment was done. Lu packed up his case and bowed, Abe nodded and Zach bowed in return, then the man made his exit.
"I never saw anything like that," Zach said.
"Whatever he did... well, my arm doesn't hurt at all now. We have to ask Lin Po about this medicine they practice," Abe said.
Zach sat on the bed and gave Abe a long tender kiss. "We have all day to talk about the events of these past few months, right now I need something else," He said.
In all their time together Zach had led the way in their lovemaking, it was Abe's way of making sure the boy got what he wanted... and this morning he was astounded yet again. Somehow Zach had a way of learning new things and Abe had never questioned the knowledge... until now.
The very nature of loving a man, emotionally... sexually, had new meaning. Although his broken arm didn't allow Abe to fully engage his body in their usual activity, Zach had changed the way they made love. What had started out as a soft and sensual act that thrilled the body quickly evolved into unbridled passion.
Abe would never criticize, but as he looked up into Zach's face and saw the traces of pain he knew the boy was challenging himself in the desire to please. They had talked about this, but the reality was incredible. And so Abe found himself responding, thrusting upwards, pushing his hardness deeper into the heat of Zach's body.
There were tears in Zach's eyes, and yet it was uncertain if they were from pain or joy. Abe's concern turned to pleasure as the boy groaned and splattered his seed between them without even touching himself. It was all the incentive Abe needed close his eyes and let go, making his own sounds of satisfaction.
Their eyes met and Zach grinned. "I gather you agree with me."
Abe sighed. "Agree with what?"
"I just discovered a way to make sure you stay home with me."
Abe smiled. "That you did."
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