The hotel clerk had informed Vicki of the attempted arrest. She hurriedly left the hotel and went to the stable. Dan was grooming his horse.
“How can you be so calm?” she asked.
“Who’s calm?” Dan smiled tensely.
“That man’s a killer.”
Vicki looked at him. There was a moment of silence.
“I’m going to have to face him,” Dan said, brushing the horse. “We can’t keep running.”
“We have a child.”
“I know. And I know you’ll take care of her. I don’t like this either.”
Vicki wanted to scream. “For God’s sake,” she muttered. There were tears in her eyes. She turned her back to Dan. She didn’t know what to do. She walked stiffly out of the stable, crossed the street, and entered the saloon.
Dan finished brushing the horse. This couldn’t go on forever. He went over to the saloon but didn’t see Vicki.
Copyright 2014 George Lowell Tollefson