"In the first place I went because I had to be seen and known by name in
some place far away from you. That was for your sake. In the second
place I had to be alone for the work that lay ahead."
"Drew?"
"Yes. It all worked like a charm. I went to the house of Jerry Wood,
told him my name, stayed there until Conklin and several others arrived,
hunting for me, and then gave them the slip."
She did not look up from her occupation, which was the skilful cleaning
of her gun.
"It was perfect; the way clear before me; I had dodged through their
lines, so to speak, when I gave Conklin the slip, and I could ride
straight for Drew and catch him unprepared. Isn't that clear?"
"But you didn't?"
She was so calm about it that he grew a little angry; she would not look
up from the cleaning of the gun.
"That's the devil of it; I couldn't stay away. I had to come back to
you."
She restored the gun to her holster and looked steadily at him; he felt
a certain shock in countering her glance.
"Because I thought you might be lonely, Sally."
"I was.
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