71Later that evening, Walt and Gaby huddled on the swing. The guests had turned in. The only sounds were the push of a light breeze through the trees and the who-who-who-who of an owl that swooped overhead.
They shared a beer. Gabby preferred hers in a Champagne flute while Walt sipped from the bottle.
“What are we going to do?” Gaby wrapped one arm around Walt's shoulders.
“I could kill him?”
“Walt!” Gaby raised her eyebrows. “My darling cowboy, this is not the wild west. You can't just go around harming people.”
“Under the circumstances, don't you think they'd let me off?” He tilted his head. “I mean, we saw what he did to her. Those bruises on her face and the way she holds her arm tight to her side. I've had broken ribs. That's what you do so you can bear the pain.” He gulped the
