off while you get away.â
He heard more gunfire, stretched up and got off two shots before quickly ducking back down. Several returning bullets chunked bits of bark off the nearby trees.
âYou canât stay here,â she told him.
âIâve got no choice. Someone needs to distract him. Now go!â
She leaned forward as though to kiss him briefly, then reeled back, horror etched across her face as she stared at the bright red blood coating her hand. Wrenching his duster aside, she gasped at the blood flowing freely, drenching his shirt and trousers. His side felt as though someone had built a blazing fire within him.
âWeâve gotta get you to a doctor,â she said.
He cradled her cheek, despising the way his hand trembled. He held her gaze, hating the truth he had to impart. âIâm hurt bad, Lillian. Take the boy and get to safety. Tell the sheriff that Ward finally did something he can arrest him for.â
âI wonât leave you to die. Iâll send Tobyââ
He grabbed her arm and jerked her close. âAnd who the hell is gonna take care of your brother if youâre killed? You were a sweet roll in the hay, lady, but thatâs all you are to me. Now get the hell out of here.â
She pulled back, tears brimming in her eyes. âThatâs a damn lie. Youâre just trying to make me leave.â
He drew her against him, unable to stand the anguish in her eyes. He brushed his lips against her soft hair. âMy life has meant nothing. For Godâs sake, let my death mean something. Take the time I can buy you and get out of here.â
He heard her muffled sob before she withdrew from his hold and gave him a jerky nod. He slipped his shaking fingers into his pocket but couldnât latch onto a matchstick. She brushed his hand aside, reached into his pocket, withdrew a matchstick and slipped it into his mouth.
His voice nearly strangled him. âThanks.â
âI love you,â she whispered hoarsely before scrambling down the embankment toward the horses and Toby. He peered over the edge and fired twice, taking satisfaction in a manâs yell. Then he dropped back down. He looked over his shoulder and saw Lillian and Toby riding out. Relief swamped him along with the blackness. His final thought was that heâd finally acquired something worth living for, but it was too late.
S I TTING UNEASILY ASTRI DE his horse on a rise, John Ward listened as the echo of guns firing rang from the trees. For his motherâs sake, he wanted the woman run off. The fella heâd just hired would only get paid if he got the job done.
Riding along the river that separated his land from the whoreâs, keeping a look out for strays while he discussed with two of his men where he wanted a new barbed-wire fence strung up, he had instantly gone on alert when the first shots rang out. It sounded as though the man heâd hired was in the process of earning his money.
âShould we check it out, boss?â Guthrie asked.
John considered, then shook his head. âNo.â
âItâs the galâs land,â Hop said. âShe might be in trouble.â
âSheâs got Wilder looking out for her.â Although, truth be told, it sounded like she had a whole army. Then he spotted her urging her horse into a gallop as she cleared a copse of trees and waved something white over her head. A flag of surrender. No, petticoats. He didnât want to recognize a spark of respect for her gumption.
She drew her horse to a halt. âJohn Ward, Iâll give you everything you want if he doesnât die!â
He eased his horse forward. âWho?â
âChance Wilder. Your man shot him. Stop him from killing him. Send someone for a doctor. Donât let him die.â
âYouâre willing to give up the land and house for a gunslinger?â
She nodded quickly. âPlease, help him.â
Her plea, the worry in