“Ford! Miss Eliza!”
They turned to see Frank approach, his new badge glittering in the sun. “I was worried you were already gone.”
Ford shook his head. “We’re on our way, though.”
Frank took Ford’s hand, shaking it fervently. “I wanted to thank you. Nobody else had the nerve to stand up against Reid. I guess we were all just waiting for somebody to show us how.” He looked at Eliza. “Though, I admit, we’re a bit shamed that a woman had to do it.”
Eliza shook her head. “He thought he could push me around.” She rubbed her sore throat. “Maybe he was right.”
Frank shook his head. “The coach is ready for you, by the way. We packed it up with supplies for California.”
“You didn’t have to do that,” Ford said.
“Consider it a thank you. Besides, with Reid out of the way, we’re going to be rich.”
“I guess so.”