Chapter 108

He shuddered at the memory of what had happened only a couple of days before.

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Gunshots exploded, Albert Fox dropped like a stone, and a third man clutched his chest and fell off his horse. Bart didn’t give a thought to him; he felt his stomach climb up to his throat as two of the nastiest-looking men he’d ever seen grabbed George and Noelle and rode off with them.

He was desperate to get Charlie out of this insane town so he could ride after George. He scooped her up and threw her onto Noelle’s pony.

“Go back to camp. Tell Captain Steve to go after George and Noelle. Don’t worry about us; we’ll be okay.” He took his hat off, hit Socks’s rump with it, and turned to see how he could help Frank.

“We’ve got to go after them.” Frank was white, and Bart didn’t know if that was because he’d killed a man—who’d have thought a lawyer could shoot like that?—or because Noelle had been kidnapped.