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Only Hartley. He was alone, and it all happened just like you said it would. He came in the back door, and with his attention riveted on Witts silhouette in the moonlight at the front of the bank, he never even heard me approach.
How did he get shot?
After he felt my gun at his back he turned and started to draw. His eyes looked a little wild with shock, and I cant say as I blame him. He must have been certain we would all be out here waiting with you.
Sean nodded with resignation. I want to talk to him.
I dont see any problem with that, but I think I should warn youhell hang, Sean, as sure as Im sitting here, Hartley will hang.
Sean said nothing to this. He swung himself up into his own saddle and followed Duncan back to town.
I heard you had found God, but I just couldnt believe it. Hartleys mocking voice was like a whip over Seans back.
The men had been talking for about 20 minutes, and Sean could see that Hartley still believed himself invincible. Any attempt Sean made to discuss God or eternity was met with open contempt. He couldnt really blame him, but it hurt. Unfortunately, that wasnt the worst of it.
Youre completely unrepentant, Sean commented to the older man, his voice soft with pain.
Now you sound like a preacher, Hartley sneered through the bars, and turned away.
Sean could see the conversation was over. He was turning away himself, but before Sean could leave Hartley made it clear that he didnt want to see him again. Sean really couldnt blame him, but it hurt more than he could have imagined.
He was a bank robber before the two of you ever met, Sean. Try to keep that in mind. Loras words and gentle manner were like a balm applied to an open wound. You did not make him choose the life he did, and even today when he had a chance to discuss eternal things, he again made his choice.
Sean thanked her softly and held his wifes hand a little tighter. Sean had turned down refreshments in the Duncans living room, needing for the moment only to sit and be ministered to emotionally.
When is the trial, Duncan? Charlie wanted to know.
Tom should be here by Thursday, so the proceedings should be no later than Friday afternoon.
There was little conversation after that, and finally, a little before midnight, Sean and Charlie both received hugs from Lora and went home. They stopped outside the front doors of the livery long enough to post a note, stating that they wouldnt be open before noon. It was wise planning since they both slept until 11:00 A.M.
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