“Yep, she’s really not bad hurt except for that bump on the head.” The doctor abandoned Kingston. Cheyenne got a strong feeling the doctor, like the sheriff, had little use for the man. He bent over Rachel and tugged on one of her eyes to lift the lid. He stared for a few seconds, then shook his head. “She’s out stone cold. We just have to wait.”

Cheyenne saw Falcon rub the back of his head. He’d been clipped by a bullet there, and it’d knocked him out hard enough he woke up without any memory. Win had heard of such a thing and said it was called amnesia. Falcon knew a knock on the head could do plenty of damage.

“We can’t wait.” Cheyenne couldn’t stand to.

“Doc Reynolds,” Falcon said, “would it be dangerous for her to come along with us? We don’t have a wagon, but—” A train whistle cut him off.

“That’s it.” Cheyenne looked out the window in the door to the doctor’s office. “We can catch the train. Load our horses. We’ll be home in an hour. Can she make it, Doc? We have a decent doctor now living at the RHR.”

“I suppose.” Dr. Reynolds didn’t sound that happy about it.

“And will Kingston stay locked up?” Falcon asked. “We can come back in a few days, but he’s dangerous.”

“I take Cheyenne’s word for what happened. You’re a second witness, Falcon, and I saw Miss Hobart brought in. Yes, that’s enough to keep him locked up. I’m going to investigate him a bit, and I’ll wait for you to come back and testify.”

“I’ll go buy three tickets, arrange for the horses to get on board, and send another telegram to the Pinkerton Agency about the Jeffers House of Refuge.” Cheyenne turned for the door. “You bring Rachel. The train usually doesn’t stay in the station long, especially not in a town this small.”

Cheyenne was gone, running for the train station, trusting her husband to handle Rachel. She enjoyed the sweet feeling of having a husband she could fully trust.

Kevin burst into the study just as Mr. Hawkins slapped Win across the face.

Win cried out and clutched her cheek. Molly rushed to her and pulled her away from Mr. Hawkins’s fury, and his hand raised to strike Molly.

Kevin charged at Mr. Hawkins and slammed a fist into his face, knocking him back hard enough he fell over the arm of his overstuffed chair. Hawkins’s feet caught under the low table holding the china cups and coffee, and it went flying.

Kevin kept coming.

“No, stop.” Win grabbed his arm and threw all her weight against him.