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Chinaman's Chance

... over onto the deck. I was handed a blanket and I wrapped myself up in it. "Thank you," I said and the man nodded his head in acknowledgment. "Are you hungry?" "No, um...is there any way you could get me back ashore?" I no longer wanted to die...at least not yet. There were some other people who were going to die before me. There weren't going to be any hesitation or regrets on my part either. "Certainly, but you might want to wait until whoever took a shot at you decides you're not coming back." I wasn't surprised he heard the gunshot. Sound travels quite far over water. "It was my husband they shot," I said and choked back a sob. "He fell into the water. I jumped in after him hoping to save him, but...." I fell silent trying to get control of my emotions. I didn't want to break down completely in front of this stranger. He handed me a bottle. The contents smelled like cheap whiskey. I took a swallow anyway. It tasted like cheap whiskey. "Thanks," I said and handed the bottle back. "You're welcome. Is there any point in bringing in the authorities?" "I don't think so. My husband was Chinese. You probably know how that would go." "My condolences for your loss, ma'am. If you don't mind me saying so, you don't look the type to just accept things." "I'm not," I responded. We finally introduced ourselves. The man's name was Tom Logan. He had started his working life as a sailor. He jumped ship in San Francisco to try his luck in the gold fields. Not having much luck there, he ...

... returned to the sea as a merchant sailor until pushed aside by younger and stronger men. Winding up back in San Francisco, he turned to beach combing for spending money. His boat wasn't seaworthy, but still safe enough to live aboard. It was anchored off shore to discourage casual thieves. He ate what he could catch with his fishing rod. He never married, but he knew he had fathered at least two children overseas. After a couple of hours, Tom rowed me to shore in a tiny dinghy. "What do I owe you?" I asked. "Nothing," the man responded. "You're the best company I have had in years, Jennifer. I just wish it had been under better circumstances." "Me, too," I said. I reached inside a money belt I had buckled to my waist and handed him a double eagle, 20 dollars gold. "This is for saving my life, Tom. Buy some better whiskey." He let me keep the blanket to cover myself. I don't know how I did it, but I held myself together until getting back to Maggie's farm. There was a rainstorm on the walk back which made me all the more miserable. She must have been waiting up because the door opened the moment I knocked, her shotgun at the ready. Maggie knew something was wrong when she saw me. "What happened? Where's Chen?" "They killed him," I cried before collapsing into her arms and sobbing my heart out. I tried, but I couldn't get the story out without more crying. Maggie gave me a glass of water that must have contained a sedative because the next thing I knew it was daylight and I was ...