helped Travis carry Silas out of the cathouse. Neither of them so much as looked Lukeâs way.
âYou handle yourself very well,â Ned said, sipping his whiskey cautiously.
âI have brothers of my own. Iâve had practice.â
âI do wonder how Iâll manage to survive out west,â the easterner sighed, examining his own slender hands.
Luke laughed. âOh, itâs not as rough as all that. Not if youâre going to Oregon. Weâre mostly a farming people.â
âYouâre a farmer?â Ned said dubiously.
âHorse breeder. Although if you talk to my brother, Tom, heâll tell you we run cattle. And if you ask my brother, Matthew, heâll say weâre in the lumber business.â
Ned looked confused.
âWe canât rightly agree on what we should do with the land. We tried to vote on it, but what we got was one vote for horses, one vote for cattle and one vote for lumber.â
âSounds like you might have an empire on your hands.â
âEither that or a damned failure.â Luke drained his whiskey. âAnd what do you do, Mr OâBrien?â
Ned cleared his throat nervously. âItâs Dr OâBrien actually.â
âA doctor? And youâre heading for Oregon? You know weâre in need of a doctor in Utopia. Itâs a great little place in the Willamette, green as Eden itself.â
âIâm not sure if youâre in need of a doctor like me.â
âWhy, whatâs wrong with you?â
âOh, nothingâs wrong with me. Itâs just that Iâm not that kind of doctor.â
âWhat kind are you? Like a dentist? We need a dentist too.â
OâBrien laughed awkwardly. âIâm afraid Iâm not as useful as a dentist. Iâm a Doctor of Philosophy.â
âYouâre a philosopher?â
âEnglish literature. I wrote my thesis on Milton.â
âMilton?â
â Paradise Lost. âWho would not, finding way, break loose from Hell . . . And boldly venture to whatever place Farthest from pain . . .?ââ he quoted, smiling wanly.
Luke grinned at him. âYouâre talking to an uneducated man, doc.â
Ned smiled back. âAnd you are talking to a man âDeep-versed in books and shallow in himself.ââ
Luke gave him a puzzled look and watched as he finished the glassful in one gulp.
âSo what does a doctor of Milton do?â
âI was teaching at the university back home.â
âWe need a teacher too.â
âIs there anything you donât need?â
âA horse breeder, a cattle rancher and a logger.â
Ned laughed.
âWhose party have you joined?â Luke refilled the docâs glass.
âNone yet, although I was talking to a Mr Hennick today.â
âAbel? Ah, donât go joining up with him, his compass is off. Last year he ended up in California. I know another party you can join. Itâs a little more expensive but well worth the price.â
âWhoâs the captain? Would I know of him?â
âReckon so.â Luke gave him a wink. âCharming man, and a damn fine horse breeder.â
Ned looked startled. âYou?â
âNed OâBrien?â A sultry voice interrupted them and they turned to see a buxom brunette with brightly-rouged lips. Her breasts spilled over the top of her corset.
Ned flushed scarlet. He cleared his throat again.
âMy wife died last year,â he said apologetically to Luke.
âYou donât need to make excuses to him,â the whore laughed. âLuke and I are old friends. Hopefully, heâll be coming up after you.â
âI donât think so,â another voice disagreed smoothly as a luscious redhead sashayed up to Luke and rested a possessive hand on his neck.
âHey, Seline,â Luke greeted her, hauling her onto his lap. âWhat took you so long?â
âHoney, if Iâd a