hand, liking the warmth of it. She felt herself want to lean closer to him across the table. Sam sensed it and felt the same. Yet they both stopped themselves and straightened and stood up from the tableâs edges.
âAll right, then,â Sam said. He nodded toward the rear window. âIâm going to go drag him away from here. Weâll spend the night here where thereâs a hearth to shield a fire. Tomorrow you can lead us to Munny Caves.â
âItâs a long ride from here. Weâll need our rest,â she said.
âIâll get his horse and ours and bring them inside,â Sam said, turning toward the open door.
âSam?â Mattie said.
He stopped and looked back at her.
âI should tell you. Thereâs been no other man since DadâI doubt there ever will be.â
âI understand, Mattie,â Sam said. They eyed each other closely before he turned away and walked out the door.
PART 2
Chapter 9
Inside Dr. Lanahanâs large clapboard house in Whiskey Bend, Lightning Wade Hornady lay propped up against his pillow on a narrow bed in the corner of the small room he now shared with Sheriff Fred Hall from Goble. Hornady still wore an ankle cuff and a three-foot length of chain that held him to the bed frame. He was feeling better, stronger, yet he didnât want anyone to know it. Heâd started making his escape plans the minute the doctor assured him he would most likely live, in spite of his wounds and his loss of blood. That was all Hornady had needed to hear.
Heâd convinced himself that with another day or two of rest, heâd be able to break the single-rail bed frame as if it were made of matchsticks, climb out the window and make his getaway. Of course, now he had this son of a bitch to deal with, he thought to himself, drawing deep on a cigarette heâd rolled. He blew out a stream of smoke and stared at the back of a tall wicker-trimmed wheelchair facing the roomâs only window. A double-barreled shotgun stuck out from the side of the wheelchair.
âYou know, Sheriff Hall,â Hornady said matter-of-factly to the back of the wheelchair through a looming cloud of smoke, âI canât think one solitary thing says you have to stay here and do DeShayâs job for him. I can see youâre in pain here.â
âNever you mind my pain, Wade Hornady,â he heard Sheriff Hall say gruffly. The convalescing lawman sat in the wheelchair gazing out the window through bloodshot eyes. A wooden leg support held the sheriffâs plaster-casted broken foot straight out in front of him. Above the cast, the sheriffâs purple, swollen toes appeared to almost throb in pain.
Staring unseen from his bed, Hornady gave a thin, devilish grin.
âIâm only thinking of you, Sheriff,â Hornady replied. âI know for a fact that a man always feels better at home in his own bed. I always say thatâs where true healing starts, and not a minute before.â
âI know youâd like that, Hornadyâyou and me leaving here, heading back to Goble, just the two of us on the trail,â Hall said to the wavy windowpanes in front of him. âBut youâd do well to remind yourself that just as bad as you want to bash my head in and cut outâthatâs how bad I want to cock both hammers and blow your breakfast all over the wall.â
âWhoa, youâve got me all wrong, Sheriff,â said Hornady, puffing his wrinkled cigarette, stifling a nasty laugh. As he spoke, he struggled to sit up on the side of the bed and looked down at the bandage on his chest, only a dot of dried blood in the center of it. âGetting shot has caused me to restudy my whole wasted life. Iâm looking forward to making amends, walk the straight and narrow from now onâmaybe try to show others the right path, so to speak.â
âThatâs real good to hear,â Hall said in a sarcastic tone. âDoes
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