9They hadn’t fired yet, probably wouldn’t want to risk attracting attention in the city center, but the sound of their hooves drew nearer. Caleb held Josefa close and leaned his body over hers, sheltering her from the line of fire, but his heart was exploding. They couldn’t outrun bullets, and there was no time or space to wheel around and confront their pursuers without risking getting shot in the process. They were catching up too fast.
They left behind the busy sections of L Street, where workers gossiped on street corners before hustling home to lodgings on the pulsing Front Street waterside. The Rose of Lima church on K and Eleventh where Rory had been farewelled was blocks behind them, and they were approaching the crumbling adobe ruins of the deserted Sutter’s Fort on the outskirts
