him deliberately.â
âWhy would she lie?â she asked.
âShe was sweet on Bascomb, but he was in love with his late wife and didnât want anything to do with this girl. Story was, she called him to come help her because she was scared of her new boyfriend. He was fond of her, so he went. The boyfriend had hit her once or twice and Joe Bascomb intervened to save her.â He sighed. âNoble effort. He saved her and he said she got even with him because he wouldnât get involved with her, although she denied it in court. It got him convicted. Itâs a capital offense, too. He slipped away from the transport deputy, handcuffs and leg irons and all, and hid out in the woods. They found the cuffs and irons later.â He smiled. âJoeâs a blacksmith. Wasnât hard for him to get free, I expect.â
âHe sounds like a decent man.â
He nodded. âMore than one decent manâs gone to prison on the word of a spiteful woman, however.â He checked his watch. âBest get going or youâll be late back for lunch.â
âIâm on my way.â
She saddled her horse and rode off.
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A T LEAST SHE DIDNâT HAVE TO worry about the escaped killer so much, now that she knew why heâd been convicted. Of course, heâd be desperate and she didnât want to get in his way or threaten him.But she could understand his plight. Sadly, there didnât seem to be any way to save him. Heâd go to prison for life or die in the electric chair at a judgeâs pleasure. It didnât seem right.
She found no more breaks in the line. The weather was beautiful. The predicted snow didnât materialize. Everything was getting green and lush, and she finally took off her jacket because it was getting hot.
She paused by a stream and closed her eyes to listen to it gurgle along. She felt herself relax. A twig snapped. She whirled and looked around her, her hand tight on the bridle of her mount. A good thing, because the gelding jumped at the sound. Horses were nervous creatures, she thought, and usually with good reason. Sheâd seen one tear loose from a hitching post and go careening over a fence just from a pan being dropped in the kitchen.
âWhat is it, boy?â she asked softly, looking around with some unease.
Nothing stirred. But she cut her losses. She mounted, turned the horse and urged him into a gallop toward the ranch.
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L ATER, SHE TOLD M ALLORY about it when he came home. She found him in the kitchen drinking coffee with Mavie. He was concerned.
âItâs not unlikely that Joe might come here. Tank helped him in court and thinks heâs innocent,â Mallory said. âBut the fact is that heâs an escaped, convicted killer. If you help him or Tank helps him, there will be consequences. You remember that.â
âI didnât see anybody,â she protested. âI just heard a branch snap, like somebody stepped on it. I thought I should tell you, just the same. Could have been an animal, I expect.â
âCould have been. Or could have been Joe Bascomb,â he added. âYou keep your eyes open. Darby give you that cell phone?â
She nodded and produced it.
His eyes narrowed as he looked at her. âCane said he thought heâd seen you before. Now that he mentioned it, you do look familiar.â
âI told himâ¦I just have that sort of face.â She laughed. She couldnât react to the remark. âI might look like somebody you remember.â
He frowned. âNot really. Tank and I were watching this old movie on the classics channel. It starred that actress who killed herselfâwhat was her name? Kane,â he said finally. âMaria Kane. Thatâs it. You remind me of her.â
âI do?â She smiled broadly to hide her discomfort. âThanks! I think she was gorgeous! I watched that movie myself. I like the old black-and-white
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