think you understood me, honey. I said we was gonna get better acquainted, and so thatâs what weâre gonna do.â
âPleaseâdonât,â Courtney cried as he started dragging her out of the store. He paid no attention to her cries.
âLet go of her, Ward.â
âWhat?â Jim stopped, looking around. Had he heard right?
âI donât repeat myself.â
Jim continued to stand there with Courtney, looking around until he found the speaker.
âTwo choices, Ward,â the man said casually. âDraw or leave. But donât take up a lot of my time deciding.â
Jim Ward released Courtney, freeing his right hand. He reached for his gun.
He was dead the next instant.
Chapter 8
C OURTNEY willed herself to think of happy things. She remembered the first time she had ridden without a sidesaddle, how shocked sheâd been but how delighted to find riding so much easier. The time Mattie taught her how to swim. The first time sheâd told Sarah to shut up; the expression on Sarahâs face.
It wasnât working. She could still see that man lying dead in Lars Handleyâs store. Courtney had never before seen a dead man. She hadnât witnessed other killings in Rockley. And she had not seen the bodies of young Peter and Hayden Sorrel on the Brower farm the day her life had changed so terribly, for Berny Bixler had covered the bodies before she could see them.
She had made such a fool of herself in the store, screaming her head off until Mattie managed to quiet her and get her back to the hotel. She was lying on her bed now, a cold compress over her eyes.
âHere now, I want you to drink this.â
âOh, Mattie, stop fussing over me.â
âSomeone has to, âspecially after the way Sarah lit into you,â Mattie retorted, her blue eyes snapping indignantly. âThe nerve of thatwoman, tryinâ to blame you for what happened. Why, Iâm to blame moreân anyone else.â
Courtney lifted the compress to stare at Mattie. She couldnât bring herself to disagree. Mattie had made matters worse with her cockiness.
âI donât know what came over me,â Mattie continued more softly. âBut Iâm real proud of you, Courtney. Two years ago youâda fainted dead away. But you stood right up to that bastard.â
âI was scared to death, Mattie,â Courtney cut in. âWerenât you scared at all? â
ââCourse I was,â the younger girl replied. âBut when I get scared, I sass. Canât seem to help myself. Now drink this. Itâs my maâs cure-all, andâll have you feelinâ good as new in no time.â
âBut Iâm not sick, Mattie.â
âDrink!â
Courtney drank the herbal concoction, then closed her eyes and lay back again. âSarah was unfair, wasnât she?â
ââCourse she was. If you ask me, she was just miffed âcause she didnât recognize that owlhoot and didnât have a chance to sneak into his room and shoot him for that three-hundred-dollar reward.â
âSarah shoot someone?â
âHey, I wouldnât put anythinâ past that one,â Mattie said, grinning. âI can just see her sneakinâ down the hall in the dead of night with Harryâs rifleââ
âOh, stop, Mattie.â Courtney giggled.
âThatâs better. You gotta laugh about things. And look at it this way, Court, you got the rest of the day off from your work.â
âI would rather not think of it that way,â Courtney said ruefully.
âNow, Courtney, youâre not gonna blame yourself. You canât help it if men go all stupid when theyâre around you. And that bastard deserved what he got. You know damn well what heâda done to you if heâd managed to get you alone.â
Courtney shivered. She did know. She had seen it in his eyes. And her pleas wouldnât have
The 12 NAs of Christmas, Chelsea M. Cameron