Chapter 32

The sky above is clouded over, not a star in sight. The only light is the distant golden glow from the saloon, though on a Monday night, the only people inside are probably Maddy and Stubs. I debate stopping in for a drink, but the swill is more water than beer, and Boss Daddy’s right—I best call it a night, even if I’m not planning to return to the ranch tomorrow. I have other work ahead of me, such as packing what little I own and buying a ticket on the next train out of here.

My boot heels are heavy on the wooden steps leading up to Miss Barbour’s porch. I’m so lost in my own confusing thoughts, I don’t realize I’m not alone until I hear a glass bottle chink against wood, someone setting down a drink. Then Charlie’s voice spits out at me from the darkness. “You bastard.”