Shortly upon his arrival he set up his makeshift church in the back of Rourke’s feed store. The towns people immediately suspected that Sloan wanted the store as a base for his operations.
Philip turned and stepped toward the mob with his eyes focused on the religious leader, glaring at him. Philip was rewarded by a look of concern in Sloan’s gray eyes.
“I suggest you listen to this young woman and cease this foolish talk of lynching immediately,” Philip spoke in a loud clear voice as he spoke to the crowd.
Every face in the crowd betrayed their surprise and confusion.
“Women do not run this city,” said Sloan, accompanied by a few bobbing male heads.
Connie watched Victoria as she looked around. It seemed that she was getting more and more nervous. She smoothed her hands on her dress
