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Hartley chose his meeting place well; it was secluded from three directions. The hair at the back of Seans neck stood on end. He knew that Hartley could have them in the sight of his rifle at that very moment. Since he had been the one to betray Hartley, Sean knew he would be the first to die.
But all was quiet. They rode into rocks that resembled a small canyon with no sign of anyone or anything. With plenty of sunlight still available, they completely scouted the area. Had it not been for the fear of Hartley showing up and surprising them, the entire trip would have been anticlimactic.
Sean left his note in a conspicuous place, and the three rode home by way of what was to be the meeting place two nights hence. They didnt tarry and were back in town just at dusk. Witt asked both men to his home in order to go over their plans one more time.
It was well after dark before Sean rode toward home. Seeing from a distance that all was dark, he stopped and checked first with Lora and then with Sadie. He went back home with his heart pounding in his chest. The fear that Charlie might be harmed made his anxiety over Hartley seem a small thing. Without bothering to attend his horse, he tied Buddy outside the house and entered, his heart pleading with God for the safety of his cherished wife.
The lantern light flickered over the bedroom walls as Seans hand trembled. He had come in and called Charlies name as he lit a lamp, and then after a quick peek into the living room, walked with dread toward the silent bedroom.
Even in the dim light he could make out her puffy eyes and the signs of tears. He set the lantern on the nightstand, turned it high, and eased down beside her. Sean didnt try to remove the Bible from her grasp. He just put his arms around her and kissed her softly on the cheek.
It took a few moments for her to come fully awake and then she only blinked at him, as though she believed herself to be dreaming. One moment she was staring at him, and the next the Bible had fallen to the side and her arms had his neck in a stranglehold. She was sobbing uncontrollably.
My darling Charlie, Sean crooned softly.
Are you all right . . . are you really all right? Charlie gasped through her tears, touching his arms and chest as though checking for injuries.
Im fine. We didnt even see Hartley. I just need a bath, since I smell like sweat and horses.
Sadie wont mind, Charlie hiccuped, thinking they would do anything he wanted, just as long as he was home, safe and sound. We can go right now.