LITMIR.BIZ

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to add anything, Jessica?” Shane said.

      Grant’s mouth was set in a grim line, his neck and shoulder muscles stiff with tension. A thin vein was visible at his temple.

      “No. Nothing.”

      The sheriff riffled through the Bible she’d found, squinting at the pages. “Can you think of anyone else this might belong to?”

      “We haven’t had company in months.” She pointed to the bag tucked against the wall. “The bag looks relatively free of debris and dirt. I figure it hasn’t been out there long.”

      He slid the book onto the dresser behind him. “What are you expecting to be called?”

      “I’ve decided to go by Grant for now.”

      “You could adopt the surname Parker, if you’re of a mind to. Good chance this stuff is yours.”

      “Grant Parker. Doesn’t sound horrible.”

      Shane tapped his weapon handle. “I’ll search my wanted posters tonight. Tomorrow, I’ll post letters to the lawmen in nearby towns.”

      “I understand.”

      “The O’Malleys are good friends of mine. Don’t make them regret giving you shelter, or you’ll have to answer to me.” The warning in his tone mirrored his expression.

      “You have nothing to worry about on that front.” Grant’s chin jutted. “I wouldn’t do anything to harm Mrs. O’Malley or her daughter. Besides,” he drawled with a sideways glance at her, “I’m convinced Miss O’Malley is capable of fending for herself.”

      Shane made a noncommittal noise and moved toward the hallway. “Walk me out, Jessica?”

      With one final look at their patient, she followed the other man out and onto the porch. Night had fallen and so had the temperatures. The air was cool and crisp, with the faint twang of moist earth and chrysanthemums. Rubbing her arms, she leaned against the railing, thankful for the cover of darkness. Like Grant, she’d been the focus of Shane’s professional interest once upon a time, and it hadn’t been a pleasant experience.

      He put his hat on. “I can send my deputy over to keep an eye on things tonight if you need.”

      She fixed her attention on the sliver of moon in the velvet expanse. “We’ll be fine.”

      “I can’t guarantee he’s harmless.”

      “He’s hardly in the shape to ambush us.” She surprised herself by defending him. “I’m armed and so is Will.”

      At his huff, Jessica crossed her arms. “Will may be young and obnoxious, but he’s a right good shot. I know you’ve heard of his rifle skills.”

      “That is a full-grown man in there, not a skittish deer.”

      Light spilled from the windows. In the space between them hung the unspoken remembrance of her stupidity and willfulness. Last year, when Jane had first spoken of her suspicions that Lee was involved in the illegal production and sale of moonshine, Jessica had rejected them outright. She had been in love with the man. She thought she would’ve known if he was involved in unlawful activity. She’d been blind. And so, so wrong.

      He studied her a beat longer. “Your cousins aren’t going to be happy about this.”

      Josh, Nathan and Caleb would indeed be furious. “As it wasn’t my decision to keep him, they’ll have to take their complaints to my mother.”

      “Be on your guard. And come to me at the first hint of trouble.”

      Unlike last time, his expression intimated.

      “Good night, Sheriff.”

      Spinning on her heel, she crossed to the door. Her hand was on the latch when he called after her.

      “I’ll come back tonight if I find anything matching his description.”

      With a nod, she retreated inside, anticipating a long, uneasy night.

      * * *

      The bottle of laudanum called to him.

      Grant shifted again, unable to find relief. He could take the doctor’s prescribed amount. Wouldn’t mean he was weak. The dose would allow him to sleep and find temporary release from the incessant hammering inside his skull, the radiating pain in his side and the dull throb in his ankle. Not only that, it would make the questions stop.

      What was he doing in these mountains? Where had he come from? What had been his destination? Was he a danger to the occupants of this cabin?

      On the other side of the window, pricks of light pierced the black sky. He could easily identify the patterns they made. Who had taught him the constellations?

      His gaze shifted to the rafters overhead. Too low, he thought. The walls too close.

      He yearned for open spaces and fresh air. The fact that he couldn’t get outside without assistance was depressing.

      Muffled snores filtered in from the living room, where the O’Malleys’ young relation slept on the sofa. Will Tanner didn’t strike him as a worthy protector. Jessica had introduced her cousin’s brother-in-law when he’d first arrived with Alice, and the young man had studied him with barely concealed awe. As if Grant was an infamous outlaw like Jesse James or in league with Sam Archer and his gang. Problem was, he couldn’t rule that out. No theory—no matter how unpleasant or disturbing—could be dismissed.

      Grant massaged his temples in a vain attempt to drive away the headache.

      The ornate clock he’d glimpsed on their mantel chimed the hour. One o’clock in the morning. The hours until dawn stretched out before him. Morning wasn’t going to be much better. Nothing would be better until his mind decided to function again.

      Grant suppressed a groan of frustration. Here he was, a grown man, feeling sorry for himself. He had his life, didn’t he? He hadn’t died out there in the forest. Alone. Nameless.

      He fluffed the pillow again, stilling when he heard a soft cry. Jessica’s door wasn’t visible from his vantage point, but he’d seen her rush past this room soon after the sheriff left, and she hadn’t emerged since.

      Pushing aside the covers, he moved like an old man, fighting exhaustion as he hobbled to his door. He hesitated. Gripping the frame, he steadied himself. His frown deepened. She was definitely crying. Her anguish leached through the walls, drawing him closer, concern blocking out self-preservation. If they caught him wandering about in the middle of the night, they’d assume the worst. Sheriff Timmons would have him locked in a cell before dawn.

      He moved as quietly as he could. The ropes of her bed creaked, and her weeping became muted. He lifted his hand to knock. Instead, he laid it flat against the wooden surface and debated what to do. She didn’t know him. Certainly didn’t trust him. What made him think she’d willingly share her private pain?

      He dropped his head. She wouldn’t. Not with a suspicious stranger with a questionable past.

       Chapter Five

      “Grant.”

      Lids shut against the subdued light, a quilt cocooning his sore body, he struggled to recognize the melodious voice. His life was decidedly female-free.

      “Your food is gonna get cold if you don’t wake up.”

      A woman had prepared him breakfast? Couldn’t be.

      When a slender hand wrapped around his wrist and tugged, his eyes shot open. A familiar redhead stood staring down at him, impatience lining her perpetual frown. Yesterday’s events flooded his mind.

      “Jessica.” His voice was rusty from sleep, yet his relief was audible.

      A small

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