Chapter 10

“Miz,” John finally said as the dinner hour rolled by, “there’s a cloud of dust. Somebody’s coming.”

Ford nodded, his eyes calm. Her heart did a jittery dance before jumping to her throat. She forced herself to speak, the words coming out thick and dry. “What do you want me to do?”

He pressed the gun they used the day before into her hand. “You go on up to the bedroom. Don’t stand in the window. Don’t shoot, and don’t draw attention to yourself.”

John stepped forward. “What about me?”

“Go on up to the loft, and take out as many of them as you can. If you have a clear shot, take it.”

“What about Corbett hisself?” John asked.

“Kill him if you get the chance. He’s not getting to Mexico.”

“Yessir.”

“What about you, Ford? Are you going to walk out and greet them?” Eliza asked.

“No, I’ll be taking cover in the house.” He pointed to the large picture window near the front door. “Right there.”