“I didn’t ask questions in Bear Claw Pass. I thought it was wise to come out here first and talk to all of you, find out who I could trust. I’d like to get Hawkins arrested tomorrow. I’ll head home as soon as I’m sure Rachel is all right.”

“I’m better every minute.”

Everyone whirled to look at the door to the stairway. Rachel, pale and wobbly, stood there in her nightgown. It should have been outrageous for her to appear dressed as she was, but instead the whole room broke into motion.

Molly charged forward to lend an arm. John was up and at Rachel’s side in seconds.

“John McCall, our agent from the Wild West. They sent you?”

“Yep.” He slid an arm across her back. “Are you up to sitting?”

Rachel nodded, but neither Molly nor John quit supporting her.

John guided her forward. “Come join us at the table.”

“The food smells wonderful, Molly. If you think I dare risk it, I’d love some.”

“You’re long overdue for a good meal.” Molly smiled. Her relief was matched only by her delight. “Come and join us. We had chicken stew, which is just a bit up from chicken soup. I think you can have some.”

Rachel sat down in the chair John had been sitting in.

“I’ve been on a train and now at the table for so long it feels good to stand,” he said. He quickly ran through all he’d found again.

Rachel listened and added a few details that she hadn’t yet written down, especially about Randall Kingston.

“He’s being held in Casper,” Cheyenne said. “They already arrested him for shooting you, but they were waiting to see if the charges would rise to the level of murder.”

Rachel paused her eating and scowled for a bit. “Glad I couldn’t accommodate them about the murder. But I’d like to know how much he knew about Hawkins. We might be able to question Kingston in a way that makes it possible to charge him as aiding in all of Hawkins’s crimes, including murder.”

Silence fell as Rachel ate. John retrieved his cobbler and leaned against the kitchen wall.

Into the silence, Molly asked, “So which one of those men shot Wyatt?”

That got everyone’s attention.

“I’ve sort of figured it was one of the outlaws Cheyenne and Falcon shot,” Wyatt said. “Two men died when they brought those rustlers in. They weren’t all accounted for when we were hunting Ralston.”

“I thought so, too,” Cheyenne said. “It’d be real tidy if the man who shot you was dead. But the way Kingston shot Rachel was so similar to how you were shot, it really made us wonder.”