grave as the others looked on, her hands folded in her lap.
As they worked together, Danielle and Stick had filled in Smith and Sutterhill on what had happened. With each rise and fall of the pick into the hard ground, Stick had told them about Cherokee Earl and his band of rustlers, and about the shooting in town. But it was only as they finished up the last grave that Hap Smith scratched his scruffy white beard and commented on the matter. âWho in the world would have ever dreamed a band of cattle rustlers would come back and do something like this?â
âItâs simple. They came back to town looking for someone to point them toward my house,â Danielle said in a bitter tone. âAnnabelle told me no one in this town would tell them where I live ... so Earl and his men took turns shooting everybody.â
âLord God,â Hap Smith murmured. âI reckon that only leaves you one way to go, young lady. Youâll have to go find a marshal and put him onto these murders.â
âThatâs one way,â said Danielle. âBut I have another idea.â She turned, rolling down her shirt sleeves, and walked away.
Hap and Sutterhill both looked at Stick. âDid I say the wrong thing?â Hap asked.
âNope,â Stick replied. âBut I believe sheâs already decided to go after them herself.â
Hap Smith almost scoffed, but then he caught himself, seeing the serious look on Stickâs face. âHerself? What chance would a woman have against a bunch that would do something like this?â
âI donât know,â said Stick, âbut I sure plan on being there to find out.â
Ellen Waddell had noticed how tense and worried her husband had been the night before. Heâd barely touched his food. After supper heâd spent the remainder of the evening pacing back and forth on the front porch. She noticed that he had laced his coffee with whiskey, slipping the thin flask from inside his vest and pouring it when he thought she wasnât looking. Something was wrong, but she had no idea what it could be. Late in the evening, when gunfire resounded on the distant horizon, she had craned her neck slightly and looked off in that direction.
âPistol shots,â Ellen said attentively.
âYes, so what?â Dave Waddell snapped, only increasing the intensity of his monotonous pacing.
âWell, nothing, I suppose,â Ellen replied. But then, when the shots came again, this time in greater number, she said, âDoesnât that sound like itâs coming from town?â
âYes, damn it, it does!â Dave Waddell barked at her.
Ellen was taken aback that her simple comment had prompted such a harsh response. âWatch your language, if you please.... And you neednât raise your voice.â She nodded toward his coffee cup sitting on the sun-bleached porch railing. âPerhaps if the coffee is too strong, Iâll need toââ
âNo!â Dave cut her off. âThereâs nothing wrong with the coffee. Canât you see Iâm trying to think here? Thereâs time when a man has more on his mind than figuring out whether or not gunfire is coming from town.â He took a quick swallow of the laced coffee and muttered, âGood Lord, woman!â Then he fluttered a nervous hand in the direction of Haley Springs. âProbably just some hunter shooting at jack-rabbits,â he said. âWhy does everything have to be such a big event to you?â
âA big event?â Ellen sat stunned for a second. âI was only making conversation.â
âThen make it to yourself,â Dave snapped. Then he had turned, snatched up his cup of coffee, and stomped off the porch and toward the barn.
âMy goodness,â Ellen had whispered to herself.
That wasnât the first time sheâd seen her husband upset about something. But the next morning, when she awakened just before dawn, she
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