nails raked his cheek.
âDamn it,â Fargo said again. The longer they struggled, the more the risk of his being bitten. He had to end it. He cocked his fist but he couldnât bring himself to hit her.
It was stupid but there it was.
Abigail twisted violently. She craned her neck and slashed with her teeth.
Fargo felt a sting. Sheâd broken the skin on a knuckle and it was bleeding. She went to bite him again and he threw her to the ground. He didnât mean to hurt her, not severely, and was surprised when she went limp.
âAbigail?â Fargo said, suspecting a trick. He nudged her with his boot but she didnât react. Bending, he gripped her by the arm and pulled. Again, nothing. With great care he gripped her shoulders and raised her partway, and saw the rock. It was melon sized, the part he could see that wasnât buried. When he flung her, sheâd hit her head, and the rock was spattered with scarlet.
âHell.â Fargo bent to examine her, and caught himself. Going to the Ovaro, he got his rope. It took some doing to cut some off even though his Arkansas toothpick was razor sharp. He tied her wrists behind her back and then tied her ankles. He also removed his bandanna and gagged her. Only then did he examine the wound. She had a gash but it didnât appear to be life threatening. Satisfied, he tied her belly down over his saddle and climbed on.
The farm was quiet when he arrived.
Belinda Jackson was seated on the porch steps, drinking coffee from a china cup. The instant she saw him she was on her feet and hurried over.
âYou did it!â
Fargo showed her his knuckle. âShe bit me.â
Belinda took his hand. âItâs not deep. Did you bleed much? No? Then I wouldnât worry.â
âWhere is everyone?â
âEdna and Harold are up in their bedroom. She hasnât come around and I insisted he stay in bed for the time being and rest. But damn, heâs a difficult patient.â
âThe others?â
âTheyâre still here . . .â
She got no further. The front door opened and out strode Orville, Abner, and Clyde. They came down the steps and Orville gently lifted Abigail from the saddle.
âJesus, mister,â Abner said. âWhat in hell did you do to her?â
âShe hit her head on a rock,â Fargo explained.
âGet her inside,â Belinda directed. âWeâll put her in her own bed.â
Orville turned, then looked at Fargo. âFor what itâs worth, Iâm obliged. You didnât have to do this. She ainât your kin.â
Fargo nodded. They all went in and he wearily climbed down and tied the reins off. He could use some coffee himself. He ambled to the kitchen and was delighted to find a half-full pot, plenty hot. He filled a cup to the brim and sat at the table with his back to the wall so he could see the hallway and the back door, both. Heâd taken several grateful swallows when the doorway filled with a man-mountain.
âI meant what I said even though I shouldnât even be talkinâ to you. My wife has been nagginâ me all night to stomp you for hittinâ her.â
âAre you turning over a new leaf?â
Orville pulled out the chair across from him. âYou donât give an inch, do you?â
âNot usually, no,â Fargo admitted.
âWell, Iâm beinâ honest with you. My kin mean a lot to me. But I guess you noticed.â
Fargo grunted.
âSo when someone does us a favor, I remember it.â
âDo me a favor, then,â Fargo said.
âName it.â
âQuit being an ass about Jackson. Sheâs a damn good sawbones, whether you like her or not.â
Orvilleâs jaw twitched. âYou push and you push. The best I can say is that Iâll ponder on it some.â
âItâs a start,â Fargo said, then stated, âI just donât savvy why youâre so fond of
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