Chapter 12

The walls around her gave a warning moan, fresh heat bursting through the door that separated the front room from the kitchen. She heard the ceiling collapse. She sent a quick prayer to God, begging Him to spare her life as she clutched her dress and raced out of the house. A part of her expected to feel the searing heat of a bullet ripping through her chest, but there was only silence. Holding her gun at the ready, she hurried to the barn—only to find it empty.

Eliza shaded her eyes from the sun, trying to spot the horses somewhere on the flat horizon. She spotted them galloping dead west, moving at an amazing pace. She watched them until she couldn’t see them anymore, then collapsed in the dirt.