They spent the following day preparing for the journey to Yuma. Servants scrambled to pack provisions for the group. The horses were reshod, and Blackie was fitted with a proper saddle from the Favreaus’ vast tack room. Sophie commanded Marcus to take Hettie and the men down to the armory and have them properly equipped. He let them have their pick of weapons and supplies, and helped fit Hettie with an appropriate belt and holster for Diablo.
“You want this sitting low so you can draw it easily,” the security man said as he adjusted the leather.
“Quick draw’s not really as issue.” She held her hand up and summoned the gun. It came instantaneously.
Marcus shook his head. “You shouldn’t count on magic to get you out of a tight spot.”
“He’s right, Hettie,” Walker said. “You should be prac
