Ben asked. "All we have is the Winchester, and how many cartridges?"

"I think about fifteen… I—"

"Let's reason this out," Mr. Hawes interrupted. "Bill Tilghman said he would be riding out this way today. I say we stay here and wait for him. Your horses are still in that barn, and we can't outrun anybody in this spring wagon." Mr. Hawes looked at his pocket watch. "It's nigh on to three thirty. I expect we have another three hours of light left. If Deputy Tilghman doesn't arrive before the sun drops. Then we will wait till it's dark and start back for Dodge."

I was only hearing pieces of what Mr. Hawes was saying. All I could think of was that I had shot Mrs. Kimble. I saw it over and over in my mind. One minute...

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