Helen leaned close and whispered, "Mr. Zajicek wrote down everything you told him about…" The plump woman stopped and silently mouthed Sarah Steele and Judge Steele. "He intends to question the widow Steele at great length."

"Thank your husband for me," Tamsin answered. "Thank you for everything. I don't know what I'd have done without you."

Helen smiled. "Stuff and nonsense, Mrs. MacGreggor. You would have done what you've done all along. Any woman who can survive being captured by hostile natives is strong enough to face a jury."

"Time's up," Long called.

Helen murmured a few words of consolation and let the curtain fall across the cell door. Tamsin heard the woman's footsteps recede and a brief exchange as Helen passed through the outer office.

Despite the smell of chicken drifting from the basket, Tamsin left the food untouched and sat on the metal bunk along the far wall. Outside the window, boys threw stones and shouted catcalls. She ignored them as well. Both her stomach and her mind were uneasy.

Ash had told her that he wasn't going after Texas Jack, but that didn't keep her from imagining Ash wounded and bleeding along some lonesome trail, or worse, lying dead. Images of Shiloh trotting into sight with an empty, blood-soaked saddle formed in the back of her mind and made her crazy.

Dimitri's statement haunted her: "Ashton has honorable intentions toward you."

Ash hadn't promised her anything beyond what they'd had. She couldn't expect more than his friendship. Certainly not marriage. If he'd wanted things to be different, he would have said so by now, wouldn't he?

If she got out of this mess, she would have to go on to California alone. Doing that would be hard, but not impossible. What she couldn't face were her fears of never hearing his deep voice or seeing his wicked grin again.

Hours passed. Night fell, and the moon rose.

Ash promised me he'd be back, Tamsin thought as she paced the cell. He wouldn't break his word. But he had when he left her at Jacob's cabin. Why would this time be different?

Then she heard the sound of a horse and ran to the window. She pushed the toe of her shoe into the cracked plaster and pulled herself up to peer out through the bars.

A single rider waited there, a tall figure in a plainsman's hat.

"Ash?"

"Who else were you expectin'?" He chuckled. "Sorry I'm late, darlin', but I've been talking to that cowboy you told me was fired from the Lazy S, Broom Talbot."

"You found him?"

"Workin' on a spread east of here. He pretty much backed up your story of what happened that day. He said he threatened Sam but he wouldn't have killed him."

"See? It happened just like I told you."

"I tried to ask Henry Steele, but he won't talk to me. Either he's protecting himself or his brother's wife."

"Widow."

"Yeah, widow."

Tamsin's fingers ached from holding on to the plaster. "Can you come inside?"

"Not until morning. The office is locked tight as a drum. Joel Long is the deputy on guard duty, but he's probably asleep."

"Oh." She wanted to touch Ash… to have him hold her in his arms and tell her everything would be all right. She would have traded this cell for a mountain campsite, Indians, cougars, and all.

"I brought you something," he said.

She peered through the shadows, but it was impossible to see more than his silhouette. "A hacksaw?"

He laughed softly.

She heard Shiloh take a few quick steps, and then flowers rained around her face. Surprised, she dropped down to the floor and sat there.

"Tamsin?"

"Yes?"

"Are you hurt?"

"No."

"What's wrong?"

"You brought me flowers?"

"Fireweed and candytuft."

She swallowed, trying not to cry, as she picked up the scattered wildflowers.

"What's wrong, Tamsin?"

"Nothing." Tears stained her face.

I love him, she thought. I really love him.

"Don't you like them?"

"I can't see them. It's dark."

"The fireweed is about the color of your hair." His voice was husky, full of emotion. "Candytuft has a yellow center with white petals."

"Thank you." She gathered them against her breast.

"We're going to get you free," he said. "One way or another, Tamsin. You're not going to hang."

"That's what my lawyer tells me."

"He's a good man, darlin'."

"He said the same about you."

"Well, I'd best get Shiloh to the stable. He's had a long ride. I'll check on Dancer and Fancy for you."

"You didn't put them in Edwards's barn? After what happened before?"

He laughed. "No, I didn't leave them there. Good night, woman."

"Good night, Ash." She waited for him to say the words she wanted to hear more than anything. And when he didn't, she did. "I love you."

He didn't answer.

"I love you," she called again. She pulled herself up and looked out onto an empty alleyway. "Oh, Ash," she murmured. Then she dropped to the floor and gathered her flowers again, watering them with her own abundant tears.

Chapter 21

"Ash!" Tamsin sat bolt upright on the wooden bunk. Her heart was racing, and she was visibly trembling. Rubbing her eyes, she got up and went to the barred jail window. She could have sworn she heard a shot, but it was barely light out.

No one seemed to be stirring in the town.

She returned to the bunk and began to unplait her hair. She was fully dressed, which made for a decidedly uncomfortable night. She'd slept poorly, but she couldn't remember any nightmares, not until the awful dream that woke her.

Tamsin pulled the scratchy wool blanket around her. She felt icy cold, despite the already rising temperature outside. She couldn't shake off an uneasy feeling that something bad had happened to Ash.

She brushed her hair and pinned it into a knot at the back of her head. She poured water from a tin pitcher into the matching bowl and washed her face. Soon Walker or Deputy Long would come to escort her to the boardinghouse to use the ladies' bathroom and outhouse. She hoped there wouldn't be a repeat of the first day's ordeal.

People had stared at her and called her names. A little boy, no more than eight years old, had spat at her. Back shooter, they'd called her. Murderess!

It seemed the townsfolk weren't waiting to hear her side in a court of justice. They'd already convicted her in their minds. She hoped none of her accusers would sit on the jury.

Tamsin heard the door to the street open. Shaking the water from her hands, she turned hoping to see Ash or Dimitri.

"Are you comfortable?" Henry Steele's angry gaze met hers. "We usually don't go to such pains for a horse thief and murderer."

"You know I didn't kill your brother!" Tamsin balled her fingers into fists and glared through the bars at the judge. "Not only didn't I commit the crime, but I think you know who did."

Henry Steele scowled. "Your lies are growing thin, woman. And your lawyer's tricks won't help you on the stand. You shot my brother in the back for those horses, and you're going to pay dearly for it."

She stiffened. "There's really no point to this conversation, is there? I'd prefer you spoke to Mr. Zajicek until we meet in court."

"That suits me as well."

He was barely out of the sheriff's office before Ash, Dimitri, and Helen came in. Tamsin knew by one look at their faces that they had bad news. "What is it?"

"Simply appalling," Mrs. Zajicek murmured.

"Henry Steele is going to preside over my case?"

"Not that either," Dimitri said. "We've heard no word on our request for an unbiased-"

"What, then? "Tamsin persisted.

"It's that poor boy," Mrs. Zajicek said. "The one from the stable."

Tamsin glanced at Ash.

The barrister continued: "I spoke at length with the boy yesterday. He was terrified, but he seemed sympathetic to our case. I'm afraid Javier Chispero won't be able to testify on your behalf. He's been found dead."