Chapter 6Four shots were fired shortly after midnight, shaking Eliza from a light, troubled sleep. Her heart hammered in her ears, deafening. She clutched the blanket to her chest, holding her breath, straining her ears. Nobody in the house stirred. Eliza wondered if she had dreamed the shots…but no, Eliza knew what a real gun sounded like. Those four explosions hadn’t been imagined.
Eliza crawled out of bed, trailing the blanket behind her. The window looked out over the main street, but nothing stirred in the shadows. The whole town seemed to be asleep, even the hotels and saloons. The full moon drifted overhead, casting the quiet town in an eerie, silver light. The buildings looked fake, almost otherworldly, like paper cutouts, or a child’s toys. She could almost imagine a great hand d
