After he finished, Ford had John interred and the hole filled in again before the sun reached its pinnacle. Eliza watched without speaking, not even offering a few words once Ford covered John’s body. She couldn’t force sound past her throat. She said a prayer in her heart, pleading with God to bring John’s soul to peace, but beyond that, she felt nothing but numbness.
“Did you sleep?” Ford asked after he tossed aside the shovel and brushed the dirt from his hands.
Eliza shook her head.
He looped the horse’s reins in one hand, taking her elbow with the other. He led her to the barn, the horse loping behind them.
“I don’t want to stay here,” she said, stopping at the door.
“It’s the only shelter for miles.”
“I can’t stay here,” Eliza said, her words rusty.
Ford nodded. “I’m headed to Santa Fe to pick up the bounty.”
“Are you going to leave me there?” Eliza asked, more tired than curious.