She talked about the Pinkerton agent and the search for Amelia Bishop.

“I missed all of that,” Wyatt said. “Who is Amelia Bishop, and what is a Pinkerton agent?”

Molly explained to the extent she knew. “I’ve spent a lot of time tending you. I’ve missed plenty of what’s going on, too. They’ve found more stolen cattle. Another whole pasture of them besides the ones that’d been stolen from the RHR and the Hawkins Ranch.”

“I’m starting to remember some of this.”

“Do you remember that a man from each of the area ranches was among the outlaw band?”

Wyatt thought hard but shook his head.

“It seems there were conspiratorial plans to kill the owners of each ranch and take possession of them. They had a decent chance with Oliver Hawkins, a man alone and no gunman. And possibly with Roger Hanson.”

Wyatt interrupted, “Hanson’s as tough as they come.”

“But one man alone, Cheyenne said. It would only work if his hired hands didn’t back him, and it sounds like his gunman was in on the plot.”

“And Judd Black Wolf? He’s as mean as a rabid badger and a knowing man. He wouldn’t have men on his ranch that would betray him.”

“It sounds like they were just conspiring to rustle cattle at first. But when all this turmoil happened on the RHR, they got ambitious. They thought if they struck hard and fast, they might pull it off. But they are fools, and now two of them are dead fools. Cheyenne and Falcon followed Percy Ralston, and he led them to his band of outlaws. The men had given up on taking the ranches and were making a break for it with their stolen cattle. Cheyenne and Falcon stopped them. They’re straightening this all up with the sheriff right now.”

“Before the wedding.”

Molly nodded.

Wyatt had plenty of questions, and Molly answered what she could. When Wyatt thought he was hearing things he already knew, he paused. “What else has happened around here?”

Molly shrugged. “I can’t think of anything more, but a lot of this has been going on with me too busy to pay it much mind.”

Wyatt reached his working right hand up and gently touched his left shoulder. “So then, who shot me? That’s about the end of what I remember. I think we were believing it to be Hobart before Cheyenne took off and captured all those outlaws.”

“Did you miss the part where Falcon caught Hobart sneaking into our house in the dark of night? It looked like she was coming to finish the killing she’d started.”

“I might’ve slept through that.”