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- About the Author
The train station was very quiet at that time of the day. Feeling like a coward, Marcail walked toward the far side of the train office, knowing it would be even more deserted. She slipped around to the front of the office just long enough to read the departure times, and then quickly back to the far side of the buildingand into the arms of Rowie Kilmer.
Marcail gasped in surprise and would have taken a step backward, but Rowie had a hold of her arm and drew her up close to the side of the small structure.
It was all a lie, wasnt it?
What was? Marcails voice was breathless with fear and a little bit of pain.
All your talk about teaching. All your denials about wanting to get married. They were all lies.
No, Jethro, they werent. Id have frozen if Dr. Montgomery hadnt taken me in.
As usual, Rowie wasnt listening. Wasnt I good enough for you? Didnt you think I could take care of you like he could? His hand tightened on Marcails arm, and she flinched. You didnt do nothing but lie, telling me no and then giving favors to the doc in front of the whole town.
If Marcail could have moved she would have slapped him. She began to struggle, but he was so much stronger it did no good. A feeling of panic began to overtake her. She would have cried out, but again he tightened his hold and her cry turned into another gasp.
Marcail watched Rowie looking around as if he planned to drag her somewhere. With his attention momentarily diverted, she threw back her head to yell, but a voice stopped her.
I might be mistaken, Rowie, but I believe youre hurting Miss Donovan.
Marcail and Rowies heads turned sharply with surprise, and Marcail could have wept at the sight of Alex Montgomery. This time when Marcail pulled her arm, Rowie freed her. She walked on trembling legs toward the doctor.
So thats the way it is between you two? Rowie said with a shake of his head. Well, you havent let anyone know, so you cant blame a guy for thinking shes up for grabs.
Alex saw no point in arguing with him, even though he was sickened by Rowies words about Marcail. It was hard to stay silent, but it helped to have Rowie leave as soon as hed had his say. Alex looked at Marcail as the other man backed out of sight. She looked devastated. He felt her trembling as he took her arm and led her from the train station.
Marcail didnt speak as Alex led her to the livery. He claimed Kelsey and began the walk toward Marcails house, leading the horse. When Marcail still hadnt spoken at the edge of town, Alex began to question her.
Are you all right?