CHAPTER THIRTEEN
They had a long drive to get to the next act of justice, all the way to a little town south of Tucson clear on the other side of the state. He drove for most of the way, to let her rest. He liked doing things for her. She was so cunning, so supportive, so strong. And he basked in her approval.
That look on her face when he stabbed Jesse Running Wolf right through the neck, it was priceless. That spark of admiration in her eyes, that cute little laugh as she stood, brushed the garden soil off her knees, and walked over to him as Running Wolf convulsed and bled out at his feet.
Running Wolf’s g*n had gone off when the blade cut his throat, an unaimed automatic reaction that sent a bullet into the ground not five feet in front of her. She hadn’t flinched at all. What a wom
