“Are you sure this is for the best?”
They were moving steadily across the plain, Monroe in the lead with Claudette Gower sitting astride a bedraggled old nag next to him.
With no answer forthcoming, Braddock pressed his companion. “Seb? Did you hear me?”
“I heard you.”
“Then answer me! What we’re doing, riding back to that town, I can’t see as it is the right thing to do. They’ll be waiting for us.”
“Who?” Monroe eased his horse to a halt, allowing Braddock to move alongside. “Who is there to wait for us, eh? The Sheriff will be dead by now, that Cole is finished. There ain’t no one else.”
Hemmings cleared his throat as he pushed back his hat and wiped his brow with his sleeve. “The deputy?”
“That old tub of guts?” Monroe cackled and shot a look towards Claudette. “There ain’t nobod
