“Some kind of school picture. There are . . .” She counted swiftly, then she quit counting as a jolt went through her that felt like lightning. She tapped her finger on a young man in the back row. “Wait, look who’s standing behind Kingston.”

“That’s Oliver Hawkins.”

With a grim nod, Cheyenne said, “They knew each other. Or is he another brother? Hawkins doesn’t have your eyes, and it seems to run strong in your family.”

Falcon shook his head. “So Kingston, who I shot today, is my uncle? And maybe Hawkins is another uncle?”

“I’d say for sure with Kingston. With Hawkins, an uncle or a very old friend.” She flipped the picture over. “Jeffers House of Refuge for Young Men.” She looked up at Falcon. “What is a house of refuge?”

Falcon shrugged.

Then she tapped another line of words. “Jeffers, Tennessee. 1839. I’ve never thought I heard a single note of Tennessee in Oliver’s voice. He sounded nothing like Clovis.”

“Can I look at the picture again?”

Cheyenne handed it to Falcon, wondering what it felt like to have a pa with such a twisted past. “Your Bible says Clovis married your ma in 1840. He looks old enough here to be nearly out of school, if this was a school.”

“Never heard tell of no little brother for my pa. But Kingston might have changed his name, or Pa did, or both. Whatever made ’em do that, they didn’t end up, all three of them, out here by happenstance.”

“I don’t know when Kingston moved out here, but Hawkins was definitely here ahead of Clovis.”

“Pa and his little brother must’ve followed Hawkins out. If they knew he hit the mother lode marrying Win’s rich ma in Chicago, then headed west to escape any harsh judgments from his wife’s friends, the others might’ve come hoping to get in on the money.”

“Kingston sets up as a cheating lawyer, and Clovis sees what a smart move it is to marry for money and latches on to my ma. You know, I told you Hawkins was Clovis’s only friend out here. I always just thought they met and got on well. Instead, they knew each other from before.”

“Jeffers House of Refuge for Young Men. That sounds strange,” Falcon said. “Refuge from what? What kind of school is it? I don’t reckon it matters, but this connects three men at the center of a lot of trouble.”

Falcon reached out and caught Cheyenne’s arm. “And if Kingston knew about Rachel, then Hawkins does, too. And if he knows about her, he’s likely to know Molly and Wyatt are up to something in his house.”

Cheyenne’s eyes locked on Falcon’s. “We’ve got to get them out of there.”

“She found something?” Wyatt’s eyes flashed with excitement, and maybe relief, when Kevin handed him the envelopes.