Mary Rose wanted to strangle Dooley. He was deliberately inciting Harrison and her brothers. Before she could hush Dooley, it was too late. Harrison had heard every word. He didn't say anything. He didn't have to. His expression said it all.
'Why'd you go and tell Harrison? Cole's better with a gun,' Henry remarked almost absentmindedly. He half dragged Mary Rose closer to the road so he'd have a better spot from which to watch the fight brewing.
'I told Harrison and Cole,' Dooley said. 'But I'm thinking Harrison 's much meaner. You see how he took after Bickley. Besides, Cole heard what I had to say. Those men do anything else to you,
Miss Mary?'
She gave Dooley a scathing look. If Bickley's friends had done anything else to her, she wasn't about to tell the town crier. She pulled away from Henry and made it past Dooley before they realized she'd gotten away.
'Catch her,' Henry called out. 'If there's shooting, she'll get herself done in trying to interfere. She's still in a daze, Dooley. You can see she is.'
Dooley caught her around her middle and pulled her back to stand next to Henry again.
'What was I supposed to fetch?' Ghost asked the question from the doorway. Henry patiently reminded him what his errand was while Mary Rose once again edged her way to the corner.
She never took her attention away from Harrison. He stood ten or fifteen feet in front of Cole and Travis. Her brothers protected his back and had their attention on the men coming toward them.
The ugliest one of the bunch reached for his gun. Cole shot the weapon out of his hand before it had completely cleared his waistband.
The other men immediately raised their hands. They apparently didn't want to get into a gunfight.
Harrison turned to Cole. 'Stay out of this,' he ordered. 'They're all mine.'
Cole grinned. Travis shook his head. 'You'll get killed and Mary Rose will get real pissed,' he whispered so only Harrison and Cole could hear him.
Harrison had already turned back to Bickley's friends. 'Take your guns off,' he ordered.
He waited until they had complied with his order, then removed his own belt and gun and tossed both to Travis. Cole kept his six-shooter trained on the group. He had five bullets left, and that was all he needed to kill every one of them if they tried anything underhanded. He wouldn't put anything past the vile creatures. One could very well have another gun tucked away. He hoped to God someone did. He really wanted to shoot at least one of them.
He was denied the opportunity. Harrison beckoned to the men to come to him.
'Is he going to take all of them on at once?' Travis asked his brother.
Harrison answered. 'Damned right.'
Cole smiled again. Both he and Travis stepped back to give Harrison more room.
'This ought to be good,' Cole drawled out.
Mary Rose suddenly wished she had her gun with her. If it had been handy, she was certain she would have shot everyone in the street, including her brothers and Harrison. Cole actually looked as if he was enjoying himself. She'd shoot him first.
She refused to watch any longer. Harrison disappeared into the middle of the group of men. Then bodies started flying.
She had seen enough to give her nightmares for a week. She turned around and walked inside the saloon. She sat down in one of the chairs near the window but refused to even glance outside. Ghost was standing in front of the bar, having a drink. When he spotted her, he put the bottle down, scratched his head, and tried to look bewildered instead of guilty.
'What was I supposed to fetch, Miss Mary?'
'Never mind, Ghost. Enjoy your beverage.'
'It's a might better than my brew.'
'Don't you want to watch the brawl like everyone else in town?'
'I'm getting ready to watch,' Ghost said.
Mary Rose closed her eyes. She ached everywhere. She felt like crying. Lord, she'd actually looked forward to today's outing. Oh, well, at least things couldn't get any worse. She found some comfort in that belief.
She was wrong though. She wasn't through being tormented.
'You can come on outside now, Miss Mary. You really ought not to be in the saloon. What would Adam think?'
Dooley asked the question from the doorway. 'Ghost, ain't you fetched…'
'What was I supposed to get?'
'Water, bowl, towels,' Mary Rose wearily supplied.
Ghost smiled. 'Now I remember.' He poured himself another drink while he nodded. 'Yes, sir, I do remember.'
'Here comes Harrison and your brothers,' Dooley said.
If there had been a back door, she would have used it. She didn't want any of them to see her like this. At least that was the excuse she gave herself. She didn't want to think about the real reason. Harrison had completely changed his behavior. She didn't know how she felt about that. He'd looked so ruthless. Honest to God, she hadn't thought he had it in him.
'I don't want Harrison to see me, Dooley. Make him wait outside.'
Dooley hurried over to her. 'He already seen you good, Miss Mary. Who do you think it was who moved you? He made sure you was breathing and all, and then he went after Bickley.'
Cole and Travis both came inside just as Dooley finished his explanation. Harrison followed.
'I don't remember,' she admitted. She kept her gaze on her lap, still not certain how she was going to react when she looked at Harrison again.
'You were knocked out, Mary Rose. Of course you don't remember. You should have killed him, Harrison, or at least let me at him,' Cole muttered.
' Harrison broke Bickley's hand,' Mary Rose said.
'No, he didn't. He just twisted it peculiar,' Henry told her. ' Douglas is dragging them all into the warehouse while Morrison gets some rope.'
'How come?' Dooley asked. 'Are we going to have us some hangings?'
'No,' Henry returned. 'Some of the folks are going to drag them back to Hammond. The sheriff there will probably lock them up.'
'Isn't there a doctor around here we can take Mary Rose to?' Harrison asked.
Cole shook his head. 'Closest one lives in Hammond.'
'That's too far,' Travis interjected. 'Let's take her to Morrison's house. Mrs. Morrison will take care of her.'
'I would like to go home.'
'In a little while,' Cole promised. He squatted down next to his sister. In a whisper he asked, 'Why won't you look at us?'
'I don't want to,' she answered. 'I want to go home. Now.'
'Are you mad at us?'
She nodded, then promptly winced over the pain the movement caused. She never should have sat down, she realized. She'd gone all stiff. She wasn't even sure her legs would work.
'Then why don't you yell or something?'
'It would hurt too much,' she admitted. She tried to stand up and promptly let out a loud groan.
Cole was suddenly shoved out of the way. Harrison scooped Mary Rose up into his arms. He was incredibly gentle with her. When that fact registered in her mind, she could almost look at him.
'What's the matter with her?' Travis asked. 'Is she scared?'
'No, she's mad,' Cole told him. 'I don't want to be around when her temper explodes.'
'I'll wager you've never seen anything like it, Harrison,' Travis He and Cole both burst into laughter. Mary Rose was offended by their callous attitudes. 'I cannot imagine what you two find so amusing,' she snapped. 'We're laughing because we're happy you weren't killed,' Travis said. She didn't look as if she believed him. Cole tried to calm her down. 'Look at it this way. The day has to get better, doesn't it?' She grasped the hope. Yes, things did have to get better. Unless Harrison started showing off again.
