"Gus, go get help for me, " Robertson cried out. "I'm hurting bad. "

"I ain't gonna help you. I know you did something bad to Flo, cause I seen you riding out of town with her. She was a sweet old gal and I know you hurt her." Gus realized a golden opportunity was slipping by and ran to the bar to grab two bottles of whiskey. Three sounded better to him, and he snatched up another one. He rounded the corner of the bar with his booty clutched to his chest, stopped to spit on Harley's head, then hurried to the door, his fervent hope to get away before the marshals noticed his thievery.

Daniel and Cole searched through the dead men's pockets, looking for identification, while Robertson continued to blubber like a baby. The noise was distracting. Frustrated at not being able to find anything, Cole grabbed Robertson and demanded that he tell his friends' names.

"I'm not telling you anything, " Robertson answered in a near shout.

"The boss will kill me."

"I'll kill you if you don't, " Daniel threatened.

Cole spied Gus still hovering in the doorway. "Is there something you wanted? " "Did you find any money in their pockets? I could sure use some extra, I know you already gave me three dollars, but I hate to see good money buried with them."

"You can take the whiskey, Gus, " Daniel called out. "But that's all."

"Marshal? " "What now? " Cole asked.

"I sure would like to get a look at them women. Could you maybe tell me what cavern they're in? " "They aren't in a cavern, " Daniel said.

"They're in jail." Gus grimaced. "Never mind, then. I ain't going over there." Daniel left Cole to watch over Robertson while he went to get Jessica.

The sheriff was waiting outside the front door, and Daniel asked him to find a doctor for Robertson.

"Are you sure you want to save him? " the sheriff asked.

"No, but get the doctor anyway." Jessica and Grace were sitting at the desk, but both jumped up as soon as they saw Daniel. Grace was so overwhelmed at the sight of him alive and well she threw herself into his arms.

Shocked by how much he needed to hold her, he hugged her tight.

"We heard the shots, but we didn't know . . . Oh, Daniel, I'm so happy you weren't hurt. ""Is Cole . . . ? " Jessica began.

"He's fine." She was so relieved she had to sit again. Daniel continued to hold Grace until she calmed down and stopped shaking.

Then he realized she wasn't shaking, he was. It had been a close call, and he wantedno, he needed to tell her what had happened and how he had almost crossed the line between the law and a personal vendetta.

Grace would understand the torment he was going through.

"Did you get all of them, Daniel? " Jessica asked.

"No. There's still one unaccounted for. You're going to have to look at the men. Three are dead." He added the warning so she could prepare herself for what she was going to see. "I hate to ask, but I have to know if they were hired thugs or part of the gang."

"I understand."

"I'm going with you, " Grace told Jessica, ignoring the fact that Daniel was shaking his head at her.

"I would rather you waited here." She patted his chest. "I know you would, but I'm going with her, " she insisted, and before he could argue, she went to the door and pulled it open. "Come on, Jessica.

Let's get this over and done with." Jessica led the way. She was worried about how she would react to the sight of the dead men and didn't want to disgrace herself in front of Cole. She was a strong woman, she reminded herself. She could and would get through this.

Grace's hand kept brushing against Daniel's as they walked along, but she couldn't make herself move away from him. She couldn't stop looking at him either and kept glancing up just to make certain he wasn't going to vanish. When she had heard the gunshots, her heart had felt as though it had stopped, and it wasn't until that very moment that she realized how much she loved him. No, that wasn't true, she thought. She'd known for a long time, she just hadn't been willing to acknowledge it because of the complications and the pain he would cause her.

l He had been honest from the very beginning. He loved his Kathleen and no other.

"Daniel, I know now isn't the time . . . in fact, it's a terrible time to tell you . . . " He was barely paying attention to her as his gaze scanned the buildings on either side of the street. There was at least one member of the Blackwater gang still out there, and Daniel wasn't taking any chances.

"Tell me what? " he asked.

"I've become attached to you." She didn't think he'd heard her whispered admission, for he showed absolutely no reaction, and she was glad of it. She shouldn't have said a word, because the timing was all wrong. She should have waited until they had a quiet moment together and then admitted how she felt, but she was compelled to tell him this very moment, fully expecting a rebuke.

"Yeah, I know." It was such an arrogant response she smiled. "Should I try to stop? " He looked straight ahead when he answered. "No, I don't want you to stop."

"Well then, " she whispered on a sigh.

Jessica had increased her pace until she was running to the saloon.

She certainly wasn't in a hurry to view the gruesome scene, but Cole was inside and she desperately needed to see for herself that he hadn't been hurt.

When she reached the swinging doors, she straightened her shoulders and then pushed the doors aside. She found Cole right away. He was leaning against the far wall, watching her. A wave of relief made her weak, and it took all she had not to run to him. She had expected to be frightened and was prepared to hide her reaction, but what she didn't expect was the surge of rage that rushed through her. Three of the men were already dead, but she had the insane urge to shoot them again.

She pointed to the first body. "He was there, " she said. "I didn't hear his name, but I saw him." She moved to the second and third man, shook her head, and said, "I don't know if these two were in the bank or not. I didn't see all their faces." She turned to the wounded man.

Hate radiated from his eyes as he stared up at her. She neither flinched nor trembled, her gaze dispassionate as she stared back.

Yes, he was there. His name is Robertson." She was more shaken than she realized, for she hadn't noticed that Cole had moved to her side and that she was holding his hand. She held tight and let him pull her out the door while Grace and Daniel waited for the sheriff to return with the doctor.

As soon as Jessica stepped outside, she turned to Cole. "There's another one, " she told him. "You shot Johnson, they're holding a man in jail in Blackwater, and if all four of the men inside were in the gang, that leaves one missing."

"And Rebecca, " he said.

"And Rebecca, " she agreed. "I really want you to get her."

"We will, " he promised.

CZ a t was a race against the clock to get to Blackwater, and Daniel pressed hard. He was obsessed now with getting to the jail so Jessica could tell him if the man they were holding was Bell. He hadn't thought the rest of it through, and didn't know what he would do if she confirmed that this was the man who had killed his little girl.

The women didn't complain about the grueling pace, but the group stopped when the sun was going down and made camp by a clear stream.

Daniel had wanted to push on, but Cole refused.

While Grace and Jessica unpacked the food Cole had gotten in town, Daniel paced.

"We should keep going, " he said. "The moonlight's good tonight. "

Cole shook his head again. "Look at Jessie and Grace, " he suggested.

"They're both half dead. The horses aren't in much better shape. "

"But we could" Cole cut him off. "The idea is to get a live witness there, not a dead one." Daniel came to his senses. "Yeah, you're right." While he helped Cole with the horses, he kept glancing at Grace and Jessica. The two of them were covered with dust and looked too tired to move.

"Maybe I did push a little hard today, " he conceded.