The wardrobe. Yes, the wardrobe was on an inside wall. Isabel ran to it, jerked the doors open, dropped to her knees, and frantically shoved the shoes out of her way.
'Hush now, hush now,' she whispered as she reached up and ripped her thick robe off the hanger and pulled it down to cover the hard wood. She placed Parker on top, jumped back up, and pushed the doors together, leaving only a crack so that air could get inside.
Less than a minute had passed since the first gunshot was fired, but her mind was screaming at her to hurry, hurry, hurry. She ran back into the living room, doused the lights, and cocked her rifle. With her back against the wall, she slowly began to edge toward the curtains so she could look outside.
The front window suddenly exploded into a thousand fragments. Glass shattered across the room as more and more bullets pierced the walls and the floor. A candlestick bounced across the mantel, crashed to the rug, and rolled into the fireplace.
And then there was silence, and that was far more terrifying to her than the noise had been. Were they finished with their game, or were they reloading their weapons? If they were drunk, they'd get bored quickly and leave.
Please, God. Please, God. Make them leave.
She edged closer to the gaping hole that once was her window. With the tip of the rifle barrel, she lifted the shredded drape and looked out into the night.
It was as dark as death outside. Thunder rumbled in the distance as rain pelted her face and her neck. She strained to hear every little sound and waited for one of them to come toward her.
Suddenly the sky was lit up by a bolt of lightning and she saw all six of them clearly. They had formed a line in front of her door and were less than twenty feet away from her son.
Spear's face loomed out at her, and in the gray, crackling light, his skin had taken on a ghoulish tinge, and his eyes, oh, God, his eyes, were as red as a demon's.
She threw herself back against the wall and took a deep breath so she wouldn't scream. She would kill him first.
A voice lashed out at her with the force of a bullwhip slicing through the stillness.
'Remember me, bitch? My name's Spear, and I'm in charge now. I'm through waiting on you. You hear me? I'm going to count to ten, and if you don't want me to hurt you, you'll get outside before I'm finished.'
His voice was cold, deliberate, and filled with hate. He didn't sound drunk, and that made him all the more dangerous. Liquor wasn't ruling his actions; evil was.
'One… two… three…'
'Wait, Spear,' one of the others shouted. 'Is that a baby bawling?'
'Son of a bitch,' someone yelled. 'She went and had the baby.'
Douglas slowly turned the corner of the barn and moved up behind Spear. He was in such a rage now, he had to keep telling himself to take his time.
'One of us ought to go inside and take the baby. Then she'll follow us,' the man on Spear's left suggested with a nervous giggle. 'Go and get it, Spear. I ain't going in there and taking on that hellcat. You do it.'
'I'll go get both of them,' his friend said. 'I'm not afraid.' His boast was promptly followed by his scream. 'I've been bit,' he cried out. 'I've been bit up my leg.'
'What are you crying about, Benton? There aren't any snakes out tonight. You're just spooked, that's all.'
Spear dismounted. 'Both of you be quiet so I can hear the woman when she calls out.'
'You think she's gonna invite you inside?' one of the men asked with a snicker.
Benton turned his mount and headed for the hills. Douglas could hear him sobbing as he rode away. He wondered how long it would take for the drunken fool to realize he had a knife lodged in the back of his thigh.
Spear was standing next to his mount, obviously trying to decide if he wanted to go inside or not.
Douglas hoped to God he'd try. Douglas wasn't going to let him get near that door, and if that meant killing him, Douglas wouldn't suffer any qualms. The bastard had terrorized an innocent mother, partially destroyed her home, and now believed he could drag her and her baby away with him. The mere thought of any of them touching Isabel or Parker sent Douglas into a black rage.
Move, Spear. Move.
Spear pulled his gun out of his holster, and that was a fatal mistake. He had taken one step toward the stoop when Douglas shot his right leg out from under him.
Damn, it felt good.
Spear didn't think so. He screamed as he went down to his knees. He frantically staggered back to his feet, whirled around, and swung his gun up to shoot.
Douglas shot the other leg out from under him. Spear fell forward, his gun clutched in his hand, and landed face first in the mud.
'Anyone else want to limp for the rest of his life?'
The venom in Douglas 's voice, added to Spear's screams, was enough to convince the others to give up the fight.
Spear was wiggling around in the mud like a pig trying to keep cool. He shouted to his men to kill Douglas, as he rolled to his side, lifted his head, and took aim with his gun.
Douglas shot him in the center of his forehead. One of his friends went for his gun, but his hand never reached his holster. Douglas 's next bullet cut deep into his shoulder. The man cried out and slumped forward.
'Throw your weapons on the ground,' Douglas ordered.
He waited until they'd obeyed his command before he called out to Isabel. 'It's over now. Are you and the baby all right?'
He could hear the fear in her voice when she answered him. 'Yes, yes… we're fine.'
A few seconds later, light from the kerosene lamp spilled out into the yard through the window.
'We've got friends waiting up in the hills, mister,' one of the captives boasted. 'If you've got any sense at all, you'll leave before they come riding down here and kill you.'
'I'm guessing he's all alone,' his friend whispered.
'Guess again, jackass.'
The voice was Cole's. Douglas was so happy to hear it he began to laugh. He didn't have to turn around to know that his brothers were standing behind him. He hadn't heard them approaching and would have been disappointed if he had, for any sound would mean that they had gotten lazy. Being lazy in the West would get a man killed.
'What the hell took you so long to get here?'
'I had to round up the others before we could leave,' Adam answered.
'Are you going to kill these men? You might as well since you've got your gun drawn and all.'
'He isn't going to kill them, Cole.'
'Glad you could make it, Harrison,' Douglas said.
'You should let us go, mister. Benton already got away, and he'll tell the others.'
'Lord, they're stupid,' Adam said.
'I assume the man with the knife in his backside is Benton,' Harrison said. 'Travis went after him. He figured you'd want your good knife back.'
Douglas tossed his shotgun to Cole. 'Tie them up inside the barn.'
The cabin door suddenly flew open and Isabel came running outside with her rifle in her hands.
Douglas moved forward into the light. He took the rifle away from her so that she wouldn't accidentally shoot one of his brothers. He knew she'd seen them because she'd come to an abrupt stop and was staring beyond his shoulder, but after giving each one of them a quick glance, she turned her attention to Boyle's henchmen.
'Where is he?' she asked, her voice shaking with anger.
'Who?' Douglas asked.
'Spear. Did you kill him? Never mind. I don't care if he's dead or not. I'm going to shoot him anyway.'
Douglas wouldn't let her have her rifle back. He made sure the safety was on, then threw it to Adam. 'You don't want to shoot anyone.'
'Yes, I do. I want to shoot all of them.'
She grabbed hold of his shirt and held tight. 'I'm going to shoot someone, Douglas. They… woke… my…
