Chapter 2Eliza and John huddled in the corner of the bedroom, listening for any sign of danger. She cried out when the sharp report of a gun echoed through the house. John took her hand, trying to smile reassuring, but she could see her fear mirrored in his eyes.
“Should we go see what happened?” John whispered.
Eliza shook her head. “No. What if he shot Ford?” But that logically led to the next question—what if Ford was shot but not dead? He could be injured and dying in her yard, and she couldn’t find the courage to go help him.
“What if Ford’s dead? What are we going to do about Corbett?”
“I don’t know, John. I don’t know.”
The question weighed heavily as the seconds dragged on. The silence pressed around her until she finally pushed herself to her feet, unable to take the uncertai
