Chapter 116

Sharps grinned down at George. “You all call me kid, and I may be young, but I’m not blind. Get going. I’ll head my mules out and pass the word on to Frank. You can tell your husband.”

“Th-thank you.”

“Don’t mention it.” Sharps snapped the reins and whistled, and his mules threw themselves into their harnesses and began to run.

George hoisted up his skirts once again and raced to their wagon.

“Trouble?” Bart asked as he caught George around his waist and stole a kiss.

“More than you can believe.” George stole a kiss himself. “The men from Willow Crick are right behind us.”

“Son of a bitch. All right, I reckon we’d better gat a move on.” Bart boosted him onto the wagon seat. “Noelle and Charlie?”

“Steve’s going after them. We have to get to that place he told you about. Damn, I should have borrowed Mrs. Fox’s rifle.”

“Don’t worry about it. I’ll get it once we reach the stream.”

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