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Chapters (40)
  1. Half Title Page
  2. Books by Mary Connealy
  3. Title Page
  4. Copyright Page
  5. Dedication
  6. One
  7. Two
  8. Three
  9. Four
  10. Five
  11. Six
  12. Seven
  13. Eight
  14. Nine
  15. Ten
  16. Eleven
  17. Twelve
  18. Thirteen
  19. Fourteen
  20. Fifteen
  21. Sixteen
  22. Seventeen
  23. Eighteen
  24. Nineteen
  25. Twenty
  26. Twenty-One
  27. Twenty-Two
  28. Twenty-Three
  29. Twenty-Four
  30. Twenty-Five
  31. Twenty-Six
  32. Twenty-Seven
  33. Twenty-Eight
  34. Twenty-Nine
  35. Thirty
  36. Thirty-One
  37. Epilogue
  38. About the Author
  39. Back Ads
  40. Back Cover

“The letter will tell us what sent them to prison as youngsters. What we do know is that they filtered into this country one at a time. Hawkins first with his young wife and child.” Rachel gestured at Win. “Then Clovis, who took up with Katherine Brewster and married her faster than was wise. And a while later, Randall Kingston with his wealth and no real ability to explain where it came from. Their goal was to cheat people, and all three of them have been real successful at it.”

“Kingston wasn’t much liked in Casper,” Sheriff Gatlin said. “Finding out he’s gotten his money in a dishonest way wouldn’t surprise none of us.”

John came in carrying a packet of papers. “I’ve been reading as I walked and found out Clovis and Randall Hunt and Jethro Pervis were brothers sent to the boys’ prison—and make no mistake, that’s what it was, not some school for orphans or such.”

“Pervis?” Wyatt asked. “One of the brothers had a different name?”

“Looks like it. It doesn’t say why.”

“Jethro must’ve changed his name to Oliver,” Falcon said.

“You said Randall had eyes that matched Pa’s and ours,” Kevin said. “I bet we’ll find out their pa married a woman with a son. Oliver doesn’t look like the other two.”

“Randall was a known thief in his small town.” John went on reading. “Clovis had cheated a few honest folks, and they’d forgiven him. But all three of them got arrested at once when it was . . . was . . .”

John looked up. His eyes locked on Win.

“Go ahead.” Win squared her shoulders. “I already believe the worst about him.”

“Your pa killed his parents.”

Win turned away. Kevin pulled her against his chest and held on tight.

A line of furrows appeared on John’s brow as he looked between Win and the letter.

“We need to hear the rest of it,” Kevin said quietly.

John nodded. “Their pa had a mean temper and was given to taking a fist to them. Their ma was quick with a switch, too. The townsfolk knew it, and that’s why they let the boys get away with small crimes many times, felt sorry for them. But when their parents went missing, folks noticed because their pa was always at the saloon. He swept up in there and kept his family fed but only just.”

“How long were they missing?” Sheriff Corly asked.