CHAPTER 18JENNY PARAINE had spent almost a year at Daigle’s ranch in the Nations. In that time she had learned to handle a gun, but she had never before fired at a man. She stood now at one of the windows of the Layton house, peering out across the dark yard toward the barn.
She knew that if Daigle’s riders attacked the house she would shoot in an effort to kill, but she did not fire on the barn. In the first place her boy was hidden somewhere in that weathered building and she would not chance a stray bullet that might reach him. In the second, Daigle’s men showed no stomach for attacking the house. Edna Layton’s first shots had been too well directed for their comfort.
They had dragged Daigle around the corner of the barn and now there was no sight of them, although the moon had now ri
