say,â Clint chimed in.
âWho are you?â
âMy nameâs Clint Adams.â
She frowned.
âThe Gunsmith?â
âThatâs right.â
She looked pale, her brown hair was dirty, but when she smiled at the sound of his name, she looked pretty.
âI got the Gunsmith as my protector?â
âFor a while.â
âHow long?â
âUntil we can get you out of this town,â Clint said.
âAnd when will that be?â she asked.
âWhen youâre ready to travel,â Doc Mathis said.
âAnd when will
that
be?â
âWhen I say so,â Doc said.
âWell,â she asked, âdo I have to wait âtil you say so to get something to eat? Iâm starving.â
âNo,â Doc said, âweâll get you something to eat.â
âYou get it, Doc,â Clint suggested. âYou havenât been out since we got here.â
âGood idea,â Doc said. âYou can answer the rest of her questions.â
As the doctor left, Clint asked, âWould you like some coffee?â
âGod, yes.â
âIâll get you some while you get yourself into a seated position,â Clint said.
Clint went in the other room, poured the coffee, and came back. She was sitting up, holding her head.
âStill hurt?â
âOh, yeah,â she said. âBad.â
He handed her the coffee.
âYou fell off your horse, and hit your head,â he said. âYour cinch had been cut.â
She drank some coffee, said, âThat doesnât surprise me.â
âWas anybody chasing you?â
âNot exactly.â
âWhatâs that mean?â
âWell,â she said, âwhen the whole town chased me out, some of them mounted up and followed me. I was afraid they were gonna kill me, so I started riding hard.â
âThat put extra pressure on that cinch, and it broke,â he said.
âSo one way or another, somebody tried to kill me.â
âOr hurt you,â Clint said. âLooks like they did that.â
She drank some more coffee, regarded him over the rim.
âWhy did you help me?â
âWell, actually, I was helping your horse.â
âWhat?â
âI saw your horse running free,â Clint said. âI chased it down, wanted to make sure it was all right. I was bringing it to town when I came upon your body. I thought you were dead. When I saw that you werenât, I couldnât very well leave you there, so I brought you both here.â
She smiled at him.
âYouâre a liar.â
âOkay, try this,â Clint said. âYou were so damn pretty I couldnât leave you out there.â
âI could believe that one,â she said, âbut I donât. You know what I think?â
âWhat?â
âYouâre just too damn nice to leave anybody lying on the ground,â she said. âEven if I was a man, big and fat, you wouldâve got me up on that horse and brought me here.â
âWell,â he said, âyou got me.â
She drained her cup and asked, âCan I have some more?â
âSure.â
THIRTEEN
âHow much trouble have I caused you, so far?â Mary asked.
âWhat makes you think youâve caused me trouble?â
She stared at him over her second cup of coffee. Her eyes were extremely blue.
âCome on, the doc must have told you how I came to be ridden out of town.â
âOh, that,â Clint said. âWell, yeah, I did have to talk to the sheriff, and some guy named Locksley.â
Her eyes widened.
âWhat did Locksley say?â
âBefore or after I threatened him?â
âYou threatened Eric Locksley?â
âWell, I just told him that if he sent anyone here to harm you, or the doc, heâd have to deal with me.â
âHow did he react to that?â
âNot well.â
âIâll bet.â
âTell me about Mrs.