face. âSheâs a very clumsy person, Doctor. She falls a lot.â
âJohn,â Lara said. âYouâll have to do better than that. People in this town have seen me dance at social functions. They know I am anything but clumsy.â
âDamn you!â John Whitter yelled. âYouâve been sleeping around with some lowlife!â
âI have not, John. I have never been unfaithful to you.â
There was a note to her voice that convinced both Frank and the doctor that she was telling the truth, and the gossips in the town be damned with their wagging tongues.
âYou whore!â John shouted, and lunged at Lara, his right hand balled into a fist.
Frank stepped between them and shoved John back into the house. John stumbled and landed on his butt in the foyer.
âDamn you, Morgan!â John shouted. âAre you sleeping with my whore of a wife?â
âIâm not sleeping with your wife, John, and your wife is not a whore.â
âI say she is!â
âThen youâre wrong, John Whitter. In addition to being a wife-beater.â
âIf I have struck her, rarely at best, she provoked me.â
âIâm sure she did, John,â Frank said very dryly. âYouâre about a foot taller and a hundred pounds heavier than your wife, and yet she provoked you. â
âWhat damn business is this of yours, gunfighter?â John yelled.
âShe came to me, asking for help.â
âAnd what favors did she bestow upon you for your help?â the lawyer asked, using a very sneering tone as he rose from the floor with as much dignity as he could.
âYouâre about to let your butt overload your mouth, Whitter,â Frank warned the man.
âGet out!â Whitter screamed. âDoctor, Morgan, you both get out of my house. You, Lara, you stay. Get in here and forget all this foolishness.â
âI want my clothes, John,â Lara told her husband. âKindly step out of the way.â
âYou go to hell!â John yelled at her.
âWhere is Johnny?â Lara asked.
âSpending the night at the Cartersâ. Thank God he isnât here to witness this.â
âI will certainly agree with you about that. Now, get out of my way, John.â
âNo!â
âStep out of the way, John,â Doc Evans told the man. âItâs a free country and Lara has the right to come and go as she pleases. Either step out of the way or Iâll ask Deputy Morgan to forcibly remove you.â
John struggled with his emotions for a few seconds, his face clearly mirroring his inner fight. Then he waved a hand. âOh, go get your things. Iâm glad to be rid of you.â He stepped out of the way.
Lara looked at Frank and the doctor. âWill you help me with my trunks? And how will I get them to the hotel?â
âCertainly, Lara,â Doc Evans said. âFrank, will you arrange for a buggy?â
âRight now.â Frank stepped out of the house and pushed through the crowd of neighbors that had gathered in the street in front of the Whitter house. He walked to the livery and hitched up a team, then went to the hotel and arranged for a room for Lara. The desk clerk looked at him with a number of questions in his eyes. Frank ignored the look and drove to the Whitter house. The crowd of neighbors had increased.
âWhatâs going on here, Deputy?â a woman asked.
âMrs. Whitter is taking a short vacation. Thatâs all.â
âYou mean sheâs leaving that bastard?â a man asked. âGood for her. She should have done that a long time ago.â
âNow, Cecil,â the woman beside him cautioned.
Frank ignored the couple and walked on into the house. A pile of luggage was stacked by the front door, and he began loading the trunks onto the buggy.
âYouâll be sorry you had a hand in this, gunfighter,â John told him as Frank once more entered
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