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  Victoria slipped into the library intending to get the Major’s guns, but stopped abruptly when she saw him sitting at the desk. He looked up, his eyes so bloodshot they reminded her of the pictures she had seen in church of Satan’s eyes. He had made an attempt at shaving that morning, at least, but had missed several patches. Still, he got to his feet and said heartily, “Did you want a book, my dear?” in a ghastly echo of his former pompous manner.

  “Yes, I thought I’d read for a while this afternoon,” she said. She controlled her disappointment.

  “Take what you like.” He waved his hand. “Didn’t think there was much here that would interest a lady, though.”

  She pretended an interest in the few books that lined the shelves, but she didn’t even see the titles.

  Behind her, McLain began to chuckle. Victoria darted a look at him and found him staring at her with gleeful malice. “Yep, you’re a real lady. I got what I paid for. You’re so starched and proper I’ll bet even your drawers are stiff.”

  Victoria whirled and started for the door, but McLain kept laughing. “But them stiff drawers won’t do you no good when Sarratt gets his hands on you. You thought you were too good for me, didn’t you, you little bitch?” His breathing quickened as mirth faded and his malicious resentment came to the fore. “You didn’t want me humpin’ you, but what you want won’t make a damn to Sarratt, he’ll just shove it in no matter how hard you fight. But it ain’t ladylike to fight, is it? No, you’d just poker up and lie there as stiff as a dead person … just like a woman who’d been shot in the head….”

  She bolted, closing the door on the vile stream of words that continued even without an audience to hear them. Her heart pounding, she ran up the stairs to her room. He was mad! But even knowing that didn’t prevent the chill of fear that he was right. They had never found the bodies. Someone had shot at her. It was possible that one of the Sarratt boys had survived and returned twenty years later.

  It took her a minute before she calmed enough to realize that it didn’t matter. She would be leaving soon, with Emma and Celia, so it didn’t matter if McLain was right. He would be the only one here.

  She needed those guns, but she didn’t get them that night. McLain sat in the room all night talking to himself and occasionally laughing, the bright lamps keeping the knife-wielding shadows away.

  The next day Garnet came to the house and smiled like a wolf when he saw her. “How’s that pretty sister of yours?” he asked, smirking because he knew he held the upper hand now.

  Victoria looked through him and walked away without answering, but she was terrified.

  She didn’t have an opportunity to get the guns that day, either.

  Before they went to bed, Emma hissed, “Maybe we should just forget about the guns and leave.”

  “We can’t. You know what it’s like out there.”

  The two young women stared at each other, at the stark mask of desperation and fear each wore. The task of getting to Santa Fe by themselves seemed almost impossible, yet they were driven to try it. Without any means of self-protection, it would almost certainly be suicide.

  She couldn’t get the guns on the third day, either.

  On the fourth day a hot wind began blowing from the southwest, off the desert, eating at everyone. The men quarreled and three fights broke out, Lola and Carmita snapped at each other, Celia hid all day long, and the red stallion, Rubio, killed the Mexican Emma had spoken to the day Jake left.

  The unfortunate man had become careless while putting the stallion back in his stall after laying down fresh hay. He turned his back just for a moment and the big animal attacked with his lethal iron-shod hooves, turning on the man with burning hate shining in his eyes. He reared again and again, the sharp metal cutting into the soft, twitching body, a thousand pounds of hate unleashed in destruction. The Mexican was unrecognizable when the stallion finally calmed enough for the other men to get a couple of ropes on him and lead him from the stall so they could get to the victim.

  McLain snorted when he was told. “Damn stupid fool, he shoulda been more careful,” he grunted.

  But on the fourth day Victoria got the guns. Because she didn’t know if they’d be able to leave that night, she didn’t want the absence of their guns to be noticed. She took only one rifle, because McLain kept them lined up in the racks right behind him; one might not be noticed but three definitely would. To match the ammunition, she took one of the bullets out of the rifle and measured it against others until she found the right ones. She then hurriedly shoved the sack of ammunition into her pocket.

  To her dismay she could find only one pistol. It didn’t seem as large as the one Jake had given her the day someone had shot at her. As soon as the thought of Jake entered her mind she pushed it out, because she had found that was the only way she could survive. She repeated her search for matching ammunition and hurriedly left the room with the two weapons clutched in her arms, almost panicked lest someone should come in and catch her.

  But they couldn’t leave that night. Perhaps because of the wind, that hot, irritating wind, or perhaps because they were unsettled by Rubio’s attack on the Mexican, several of the men roamed about restlessly all night. Victoria and Emma sat up in their darkened rooms until dawn, but always there seemed to be a small amount of activity around the barn and stable. There was no way they could leave without someone seeing them.

  Late in the afternoon on the fifth day a cowhand rode in hard and fast, pulling his horse up so sharply that dirt and rocks were thrown in a cloud behind him. “Riders,” he gasped, sliding from the saddle. “A damn big bunch of ’em, coming this way from Parson’s Pass.”

  McLain went white. “Sarratt,” he said in a hoarse voice, and ran for the house.

  Garnet swore sharply. “You goddamn stupid fool!” he yelled at the fleeing man, but he didn’t waste any more time on the Major. He turned back to the rider. “How many?”

  “I don’ know, boss. Twenty or thirty, at least.” The rider didn’t tell Garnet that he could neither read nor count, but merely used numbers he’d heard other cowhands use when referring to a large group. There were, in fact, sixty-three men heading toward the ranch.

  Garnet thought about it. He doubted that the encroaching men were after the cattle; rustlers worked in smaller groups. But a force of twenty or thirty men crossing someone else’s range wasn’t exactly an act of friendship. On the other hand, he had enough men to handle a group that size. He didn’t think for a minute that they might just be passing through.

  But he didn’t want to gather his men and ride out to meet them. For one thing, they might see him before he saw them. For another, the ranch buildings offered protection. Let them come to him. After all, they didn’t know they’d been spotted. He had the advantage right where he was.

  McLain burst into the library and jerked the rifles down from the rack, and made certain all of them were loaded. He didn’t notice that one of them was missing. Muttering to himself, he carried them all up to his room.

  He met Victoria on the stairs and laughed when he saw her. “He’s coming, Sarratt’s coming,” he chortled. “A rider spotted him. Now you’ll find out what it’s like, you high-nosed bitch, and he’ll make you wish you hadn’t looked down on me like I was dirt.” He brushed on past her and slammed into his bedroom.

  Victoria hurried to the front door. Surely he was simply raving again. But outside she saw men hurrying about and her stomach clenched. “What’s happening?” she called out to one man.

  “Riders comin’, ma’am.” He pointed toward the south, toward Santa Fe. “From that way.”

  She withdrew and tried to reassure herself that just because riders were coming didn’t mean any of those riders was a Sarratt. But against her will McLain had infected her with his terror.

  She ran up the stairs and found Emma in her room. “We have to leave,” she said. “Now, right now. Riders are coming. This might be our last chance.”

  Emma jumped up and got t